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    1. They Live ... Without Eyes

      by , 02-16-2016 at 05:53 PM
      02-15-2016 -- [Many wakings, long dreams I can't remember, cool stuff I've lost, and then finally this dream with a lot missing, but also a lot of details I manage to remember. Vaguely nightmarish, and woke to even more nightmarish stuff.] There are these people on TV that are giving orders, and somehow there are hints that they can see the future or something, but there's something weird about them. I don't know what, but I can just kind of sense that something is a bit off.

      As I really concentrate, and look, while watching them, I begin to kind of see it. In some way, over the TV, they are hiding their real faces, and they look perfectly normal, but when I really stare, I begin to see through that facade, and begin to barely catch a glimpse of their real faces. It isn't at all clear, at first, but I start to see square white patches where their eyes should be. And somehow for the moment, it is really spooky and creepy.

      I come to know that they have had their eyes gouged out, which somehow allows them to see into another time or dimension or something, which may be helpful, and allow them to provide some good directions, but when you suddenly see through the disguises, it's also kind of spooky. The ones on TV are disguised really well, and it is really hard to see through it, but the ones around me in person are a lot easier, and moment by moment I can see through the disguises at a glance, and in a scene hugely reminiscent of 'They Live,' I'm walking down the street, pointing out people, going "You're normal." "You're OK." "Ewwww ... that's disgusting!" The ones who realize I can see through their disguises go running off in horror.

      Anyway, one guy has given me instructions that I have to go see somebody in the hospital, and that it's vitally important that I talk to him and check on him ... then the guy goes running off. Another is to drive me there, and he must have had his eyes gouged out a long time ago, because he has done away with the linen bandages, and it looks like his eye sockets have almost entirely grown over, which is somehow less creepy ... until I remind myself that I am riding in the cab of a person who is blind.

      Suddenly I find myself walking past a large, fading, decrepit old house, spooky, tall grass. I'm moving carefully, pushing branches out of the way, and trying to avoid the snakes I don't quite see, but know are there. I'm not me, but someone else that I'm just kind of watching over. He's gotten to the upper rear corner of the property, and is kind of hiding behind some rotting old steps, and he 'knows' the timing is just right for the summoning of a powerful, demonic 'god,' but doesn't really believe in such things, so he starts to chant the words he's been told to speak, the idiot.

      So with a bang and a lot of brimstone, this huge, powerful demon appears, and stalks around pontificating about finally being free to terrorize, and tossing aside a basic 'thanks' to the idiot that summoned him, before he stalks off through the grass. Meanwhile I am with this thin, trembling scared teen who is more and more resembling Shaggy, who is done with this, and is about to bolt, but still reminds me I have to go see the kid in the hospital, which it turns out is the rotting, decrepit old building.

      This isn't the guy who was driving me. He was older, a lot bigger, bulkier, and not nearly so terrified ... and yet, he might be the same guy, because it is weird and dreams are like that. I tear off the information about the person I am supposed to be seeing from out of the guy's notebook, and step through the rubble and debris as I start to make my way into the hospital, and the sound of me feet in the gravel are very loud and clear. In fact, they seem more real than anything else ... in fact ....

      [I start to come awake in the real world, and can still clearly hear what are sounding like footprints in the gravel outside my windows, like somebody is walking around just outside. I lay in bed, motionless, just listening to the sound, and wondering what is going on, and as I come more awake, I realize I don't have any gravel outside by the windows, and I am starting to suspect another palmetto bug has gotten in, and is crawling around in the bits of paper on the floor, except as I shift and turn the light on, I can not hear anything moving around, even after several minutes, which seems very unlikely, and I'm eventually forced to conclude that I was lying is just the right position with my ears bent by my sleeping in just the right way that a sound of the pillow brushing against the headboard or something was producing a slight brushing sound that was amplified absurdly, combined with the nightmarish setting to wake me with heart palpitations. (Figuratively.)]
    2. Rescuing a Friend from Abuse, Doctor Who, and the Scifi Convention

      by , 10-07-2015 at 10:16 AM
      06-14-2015 -- So I'm sitting on a curb in a bad neighborhood, eating something. I'm a little scared something bad is going to happen, but it is late at night, there is almost nobody on the street, and I am sitting in a small space between my car and another one, in the shadows, and am almost invisible. Some woman spots me, though, and thinks I am homeless or something, so is coming over to offer me some food or help, and I'm trying to explain I don't really need it.

      I start to stand up, and put a backpack or something on the convenient gate of a nearby truck, but as I am getting to my feet, it starts to drive off with my stuff. So I jump to my feet and start to chase after it, but I can't run fast enough. So I kind of launch myself into the air and fly forward, and land on the roof of the truck. It is now more or less a box truck, the kind with the cab separate, so the guy doesn't hear me land on the roof. He gets to a restaurant he is going to, and I jump off the back and more or less fly inside so I am already there when he walks in, and he doesn't suspect I got there on his roof.

      But as I get inside, things start to change around, and I find myself near someone I *think* is Sharon N. (not sure because it has been a very long time.) She is scared and freaking a bit, and I find she and her mother are being abused, and she hears her mother crying out in pain, so she pulls out a gun and is preparing the shoot the guy doing the abusing. At this point, I am halfway there, and halfway just watching the dream happen.

      I grab the gun from her, and explain her fingerprints would get her caught. Instead I wipe the gun down, then fasten it into a table-mounted vice, with it pointing out the window and right down where the guy is dragging her mother, and when he's in the right position, I push the trigger with a stick and it shoots him. We run out of there quickly, and have left no evidence behind, but because we're running, they're chasing us.

      We split up, but are meeting in Sharon's college dorm room, which is on about the 15th floor of a residence hall or something, and I'm just running up stairways trying to find a way to loose the cops chasing us. And there are lots of other students running around, and stuff happening, and things are just getting a bit stranger all the time, and that's where my memory just kind of fades away, though more may have happened in the first dream.

      [Anyway, I woke up, and worked at remembering the dream, but was feeling sick, and didn't have anything to write it down at, so I just kept thinking about it and trying to remember it, and falling asleep while I did so.]

      Soon I was trying to remember the dream within a dream, but within the dream little bits and pieces kept changing, and soon I find I either was, or was travelling with the Doctor, and was trying to keep things happening the way they were supposed to, while the timeline kept changing around me. Amy Pond was my companion.

      [Soon I woke from that dream, and found myself trying to remember the original dream, and the remembering the dream dream (which obviously almost nothing stuck around from), but still had no way to remember it, and drifted off into sleep again.]

      This time I found myself arriving at some sort of science fiction-related event, somewhere in California, and somehow I had managed to fly out for this massively cool thing, even though I was only going to be able to be here for the single evening. And things are just about to start, and I am trying to ask about getting a ticket. And for some reason it would be really helpful to have these odd goggle-like things, but they are expensive, and I cannot afford to buy one.

      But there is a lady there who has a few pairs, and is considering renting them out as a sort of business, and I explain to her that I could really use a pair, since I am only going to be here for the single night, and she says I would need to have my ticket, first. I need to speak to Someguy. There was a name there, but I sure can't remember who it was. Anyway, he had just walked away, and I try to follow him to ask about the ticket, but he's climbed up into almost a sort of DJ booth, and I am calling out to him, but with my voice he can't hear me, and doesn't want to speak to anybody, anyway.

      The event has started now, and I am already missing it, and I'm ticked off and annoyed, and mad enough that I am ready to just stomp out. But then I realize I am in California, and actually, though I thought it was Los Angeles, it turns out to be in San Diego, and I suddenly think I could call Bynner and arrange to meet him somewhere for a meal (maybe In and Out) before I have to fly back in the morning, which would be kind of neat.
    3. The Angels of Theater

      by , 02-24-2015 at 08:12 PM
      07-18-2014 -- Again, earlier parts are missing, but I drifted off thinking about the first dream (here) of the night, and leads into thinking about and still trying to remember the details of the first dream in the new dream. I find myself sitting in on a kind of a college level class meeting taking place in the Marshall cafeteria / stage area. I am sitting here, trying to write down bits about the odd Buffy dream, my feet propped up on a chair or something, while somebody is lecturing and showing slides on one of the old style overhead projectors.

      Problem is, people keep complaining about only seeing parts of the slides, and seem kind of grumpy about it, and once I start really paying attention I realize that I was leaning with either my arm or my propped up legs blocking the light that shines through the acetate sheet to shoot it onto the screen. I didn't even realize. I'm hastily moving out of the way, as people complain about me and wonder why (and how) I'm here. Anyway, there is a discussion of some sort of war going on or something, and these people seem to be involved. And yet, it halfway seems to be not so much a war, as a theatrical performance.

      Many of them are wearing large, strong golden or silver armor, mighty warriors, yet as they get into the parts they are playing and the acting they are doing, they can't seem to be able to help but change out the armor for themed dancing outfits. As I look, I notice that a few of them have large white wings on their backs, and I realize that they are all angels, though whether good angels or fallen angels, or some other kind, I can't really tell. Eventually I kind of come to the conclusion that they are a third kind of angel, probably somewhat neutral, and really, really into theater!

      These are impressive beings. The men are huge and handsome, the women are of varying sizes and shapes, but they are utterly gorgeous. They are all immensely powerful, and their wings are only present if they wish them to be, so most keep them hidden away unless they need them. The thing is, while singing and dancing and performing in what seems to be the musical they are putting on, the ladies are dressed up in fairly revealing and remarkably sexy costumes, and it is hard to keep my eyes off of them. Especially when one is in a very short and flaring skirt, twirling around on the stage, and I am standing on the ground, right below, looking up a mouthwatering pair of legs to an incredible backside and a pair of sexy panties. I keep having to wrench my eyes away. Especially as the dancing seems to stoke the libido of the angels, and here and there, one of them will pull another just off-stage, and start having sex, out of sight of where the audience will be, but in plain view of the other actors, and the guy who doesn't belong.

      Soon somebody walks up to me with a gold pocket watch, and tries to hypnotize me, and is shocked when he fails. The leader starts to explain that is why I have been brought here ... I am a powerful being, with a very strong mind. I am about to contradict him, thinking that I am nothing special, and they may not have had much contact with humans, as only a few people can hypnotize well, and only a small portion of the population are susceptible to it. But then I realize ... these aren't humans, these are angels. They may be able to hypnotize much better, and humans might be much weaker against them. I cannot say with any certainty that my mind is not much stronger than usual against them.

      It is about this time that I also realize I am not in my version of the Marshall cafeteria, but I have been moved to a parallel reality version that the angels inhabit. The leader has brought me here because my powerful mind and resistance may be of much benefit to them, and he plans to train me up in some of their numbers, and have me fighting with them and dancing with them, and realizing my mind's strength, all of the female angels are clambering to dance with me. Then I start realizing that means I am going to be having sex with all these absolutely stunning creatures, which just blows my mind. They are all different heights, weights, builds, yet they are all absolutely magnificent!
    4. Dream Bits: Friendly Sharks and the White Queen at the Mall

      by , 02-21-2015 at 07:11 PM
      02-21-2015 -- I am in the hallway in front of my bedroom at Rosemary's house, except my room is the first on the right side of the hall, instead of the left, and the hall is running E/W rather than N/S (I think.) The room is a disaster, with tons of papers and junk on the floor, and there is so much of it that a lot of it has slipped into the hallway, and I know this is going to really tick Rosemary off. So I get to work, grabbing and shoving all the stuff in the hallway into the room, then shut the door. It takes me about 2 minutes, and I am somehow feeling really proud of myself, so I decide to go tell Rosemary.

      I wander down the hall and walked past the kitchen and step down the two small steps leading into the living room. (No idea where this home layout comes from, by the way.) But when I get to the living room, I find that Rosemary/Bonnie (it is now a cross between the two) has got some sort of clown alley-type meeting going on. I duck out of the way and head back to my room, but as I get there, I discover we have relatives visiting, and they are poking all around the house. They go to open the door to my room, and I am trying to stop them as I don't want them to see the mess, but I find myself looking into a different, clean room. I pull the door shut and open it again, just long enough to glimpse the mess in my room. I shut it a third time and open it, to find myself looking in at one of the rooms that usually have two or three of the kids from other landlord dreams sleeping in them, and just kind of tilt my head in confusion. Seems each time the door is open, it leads to a different room.


      02-20-2015 -- Vague memories of driving and chasing scenes, but can't remember any actual details, then I find myself in a huge pool or aquarium. There is a big red fish here, probably about five feet long, six inches wide, and about 10 or 12 inches deep. It's a vivid red, and looks quite gorgeous, but unfortunately is swallowed whole by perhaps a 12 foot long shark, that, after it eats the big red fish, seems to no longer be hungry, and wants to make friends with people. We are rather iffy about trusting it at all ... after all, what if it gets hungry again?

      So this big shark is swimming around, and it can't talk, but it kind of nudges us like a dog that wants to be petted might. Meanwhile there is a sort of small city here, currently sitting on top of the water with a sort of a fish-like man (greenish-gray skin, gills, scales, but man-shaped) who is glaring at us. He kind of blames us for the shark being around, as if we brought it here, and keeps trying to make his city sink under water, so we can't enter it and look around, because he's mad about the shark. Not too detailed, at least that I can remember, but sort of neat.


      02-20-2015 -- I'm having some sort of interaction with KPSB's family, possibly originally at their home, but we very soon are at the Buena Park Mall. We're just wandering around, shopping, when I spot Kevin's sister, L, who seems to be talking with what looks like Emma Frost, the White Queen. I don't trust the evil woman, and worry she is corrupting L, so I am hovering near, trying to listen in on what they are saying. Emma is in one of her usual scandalous outfits, so I'm also rather enjoying the view. Unfortunately, they are starting to notice my attention, and begin to move away, so I try to turn invisible, so I can keep watching. It actually works fairly well this time.

      We're probably pretty close to Longs at this point, and they start walking toward Sears, then branch off to one of the main mall exits, and I try to stay close, but as I burst out the doors into the parking lot, they are nowhere in sight, and I realize they have gotten away, and I still have no idea what they were planning. Something about a little kid approaching me and hugging my leg or something, then I step back inside. It is evening, but not too late, and only 6 or 7, so still a couple of hours before the mall closes. There are dozens and dozens of booths set up selling things for the holiday, as well as the stores, but for some reason, they are all starting to pack up the goods and tear down the booths, and with a couple of hours left before closing, it just doesn't make sense to me ... but oh well.

      I start walking toward May Company, and glance into Waldenbooks as I pass, but today I have no interest in stepping inside. As I am about to step through the doors into May Company, I find myself facing a Chinese dragon. Not a huge, mythical animal, but the parade costume thing. I try to squeeze to the side and slip past it, but one of the people in the large head (which has about six people in a sort of semi-circle carrying it) calls out to me, and turns out to be an attractive Chinese girl I know. (Actually, I don't think I know any Chinese girls, oh well.)

      She's asking me something about what I'm doing, and it in some way brings up the topic of balloons, and I mention that I can twist balloons. They don't believe me, so I start looking around. Either part of the dragon or separate, there are some uninflated balloons and things around, and I keep picking up several looking for one I can blow up and twist to prove myself. Unfortunately most are broken, and the few that are not are old and weak, and as soon as I try to blow them up, they break. Then if I can find a whole one, I know just how hard they are to blow up without a pump. Then I find one that is already blown up, and I figure I can demonstrate with it, but it is completely filled up, so there is no room for the air to go anywhere as I twist it, which makes it even harder to deal with. Still, I manage a couple of twists and turn to show them, just to find the dragon and all it's carriers have walked off. Oh well. I walk into May Company, and wake up before I reach the other end of the store.
    5. The Adventurers Club and the Shopping Mall

      by , 07-02-2014 at 04:19 AM
      06-24-2014 -- Playing Runescape in the usual Port Phasmatys area, teleporting with the ecto-vial, and farming herbs and other crops, then suddenly find I am driving in what seems like the flower tract (between Dale and Stanton, over by Boisseranc) with an unidentified friend. Seems like a cross between Joe (GK forum), Calvin D. and Benny C. I am sitting in the car, trying to pour a small bit of water out of what seems to be a cross between a neti pot and a remote control, but the water keeps pouring out of the wrong place, and it seems the thing is badly cracked. I'm trying to find some way to fix it, but it is no good, and I am probably going to have to throw it out.

      The other person gets back to the car, and starts to swirl around liquid in a sort of test tube, and I'm like "Does this remind you of anyone?" We both grin and call out "Maddie!" Somehow things smoothly shift to where I am now standing in the Adventurers Club (where I just arrived) and there is a show going on. I am not surprised for a second, but then remember they closed the place down about five years ago. But then I recall a recent article in the paper about them bringing it back, so my surprise fades.

      I come across Bonnie C. talking to some curly-haired woman, and I overhear something about myself and Rob from Muskogee, and I ask "What about Rob from Muskogee?" Bonnie starts to explain that because of some sort of rumors that were flying around the club, Robert thinks I hate him, and may not come around anymore, when of course I actually think he is quite a decent guy. There is a library show starting, and Sheila (as Pam) is waving people into the library. I think I see Tim, Karl, and possibly Graham helping her. There are also some new performers, and they are all dressed in white robes and performing the actual show, and I start to worry that they aren't really bringing back the club, but just using the people and costumes to introduce something new into the same location.

      Bonnie goes into the show, but I stay out in the main salon, and something just doesn't seem right. I wonder if I am dreaming, and try to stretch my fingers, but it doesn't work, and I am almost able to convince myself I am not dreaming when I realize that my fingers are all twisted and I can't straighten them, and that several of them stop after one segment or two. Sure looks like dreaming to me. I try to fly, and manage to slightly hover ... yup ... it's a dream! I wonder if Anne is around? The show has ended, and people are streaming out. I see the red-haired Canadian maid, but no Bonnie. I really want to talk to her about these rumors, and where they seem to come from, but when I check in the library, she isn't there, either. I may have to go looking for her.

      I head out the entrance, and find that it leads out into a large shopping mall, and I see no sign of her anywhere. So I step back into the revolving door and focus on using my dream powers, and as I step out, I force it to put me out near Bonnie. I'm disappointed when I don't see her anywhere, but wait, there she is in the distance, walking this way, but it seems like she sees me, and heads off in another direction. I try to cut her off, but no good. I'm annoyed, but reach into my backpack and pull out my Runescape ecto-vial, and decide to use it to teleport away. However, since I am not playing he game at the moment, I am not going to be able to instantly refill it, so I am trying to pour out maybe about a third of the liquid, so I can use it a couple more times.

      I find myself in a different part of the mall, near an exit, and step outside. I see a police car parked at the curb, with the name of a city police department on it, but I can't remember what the city was. I step back inside, and wonder how the vial decided where to teleport me, considering I wasn't actually in the game, but then I notice a couple of planters with strange, almost flytrap-like plants in them, and wonder if that was why. Interesting.
    6. Morning - Non-lucid - Fuel Tanker Slam

      by , 04-25-2014 at 04:03 PM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)

      Dream - Disappointment
      So I dreamed that I somehow saw a brand new scene from the movie Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children, where Cloud was in the Forgotten City being interrogated by Kadaj on the location of something important (my brain apparently tried to come up with something important that Kadaj would want the location of, and came up with "glue"). I really liked this new scene and went looking for it on YouTube after I "woke up", but attempts to search for it by entering such scene-relevant quotes as "Give up the glue" for some reason only brought up videos I had no interest in, such as The Running Man "Give Up the Glue". I eventually became fully convinced, much to my disappointment, that it had only been a dream, and that I would likely never see the scene again. :c

      False Awakenings
      Lessee, then that YouTube false awakening aside, I had a couple more false awakenings re: something I had to do real quick at 7 AM-ish before falling asleep again. I had two different dreams where I accomplished the task, and when my alarm finally woke me up at 7 AM I was half-convinced I'd already done it a couple times, when in reality I'd never (as far as I can tell) left my bed.

      Dream - Frustration
      So this one started out with Jess and I chilling in this otherwise-empty house, perhaps abandoned by its previous residents. We were in the bathroom with the bathtub filled with water, but when I looked in it I saw two weird insect-things I'd never seen before. They seemed to be an aquatic version of house centipedes, though with marginally thicker legs and fewer of them, which were squirming on the surface of the water like protozoa (thanks BIO 101). I called in this strangeness to some radio or TV show, who promptly announced to everyone that some 14 million cases of these weird insect-things being in peoples' homes had been reported.

      Then mom drove up and frickin' took me away from the house for some reason. I didn't particularly want to leave, but next thing I knew I was in the car and we were racing down the highway. I started sort of crying (it felt like I couldn't really cry, just sort of half-cry?) to try to convince her to take me back to the house, but it seemed to just make her annoyed. Then I tried to open the door to potentially jump out, but the force of the wind outside made it impossible to open. So I settled on crying and hoping Dad wouldn't suddenly appear in the front seat, since he would've seen right through this weirdness and told me to cut it out.

      Then I'm not sure what happened. I ended up in the middle of nowhere at night, trying to find a way to head back. I seem to remember performing some stunt where I ramped a truck off something in a reckless manner, and I may have encountered a homeless guy or hitchhiker or something, who was my key to getting back to the house. But I'm not totally sure.

      I somehow ended up back at the house. Still nighttime, and now Jess and Mom were on the front porch, apparently witnessing my arrival. I was incredibly irritated by having been relocated, and looked over to see what looked like an 18-wheeler fuel tanker chilling in the dark nearby. I reached out and grabbed it with psychic power, feeling a satisfying sense of weight as I lifted it into the air. I slammed it down on the front yard (apparently lifting things into the air and then slamming them to the ground is a thing I do nowadays). Then I hopped up on top of it, and started channeling intense heat around my hands. I pressed both palms against the truck, and the metal turned molten (though without glowing), allowing them to sink through. As I did this, I noticed that my hands felt at first cold, and then lukewarm; one of the things I worry about when I consider using fire powers is the potential that I would just burn myself, but it seems to be a nonissue.

      I think I was trying to cause a gas explosion or something, though not with the intent to hurt anyone. I was just really irritated and lucid enough to realize that I could do what I wanted. I think that's where I woke up, though.

      - - - - - - - - - -

      Update: April 26 2014 (aka the next day)
      At the time I had this dream there was some stuff about it that didn't make sense, like the part where I tried to manipulate mom by crying (very petty behavior, something I don't think I could ever do IWL) and the fact that I saw Dad as someone who would see right through my attempts at manipulation (IWL he's more clueless than shrewd).

      Then, today, I got into a big shouting match with Dad. Apparently he'd been building up tension ever since Mom requested that we have the house totally cleaned up by Tuesday, so a photographer can take pictures. He tried to hint at how we should do a little at a time, say five minutes here and there, so it would get done early, although the rambling way he requested it made it a little hard to take seriously. And then he blew up tonight (after some prompting on my part). Some of the things he mentioned was the fact that he feels like Mom and him can't request favors from us (my sister and I) and that he feels like they're too easy on us. He felt that Mom in particular is helpless to request that we get things done, or maybe it's that we won't get things done without plenty of prompting and her being over my shoulder.

      After his temper tantrum I certainly felt like slamming an eighteen-wheeler around. The obvious parallel aside, it seems to me that Mom driving me to somewhere I don't want to go while I act passive aggressive about it and hope Dad doesn't show up and make me stop is a parallel to Mom requesting that I get cleaning done while I put it off and Dad tries to have me get it done early.

      Not trying to imply that I'm some kinda weird psychic or anything, I think I was just sort of unconsciously picking up on the stress signals Dad was sending out.

      The sad thing is it's not like I'm some slacker who doesn't get things done. I'm going to sleep the stress off, wake up after a good night's sleep, grab a shower and some tea and bomb the absolute heck out of my to-do list, and it's gonna be super satisfying, especially after I got basically nothing done today. And all this drama will have been completely unnecessary, except for pushing my bedtime back another hour, and giving this dream some reasoning behind it.

      In other news I'm thinking of reading Freud's Interpretation of Dreams. Still pretty skeptical about him (my Psych professor doesn't like him), but the more one reads, the more ideas one has to draw from.

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:53 PM by 39676

      non-lucid , false awakening
    7. Morning - Lucid - Sadist Vigilante

      by , 04-21-2014 at 12:43 PM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)
      I do not have infinity time so I'll try to make this quick, this dream leading up to the lucid part was plenty long but also wildly uninteresting so I'll skip ahead~

      Fragments before this:
      Going to some kind of spa where the family hangs out fairly often?
      Mom watching American Idol in the 1319 house. On the show, the guy on-stage throws another person at a third person in the audience, scoring a bulls-eye. Afterwards they figure out how he did it as part of his act, and demonstrate by throwing a sort of paralyzed and complaining Russian supermodel the same distance after the show. I'm right there with them as though I went through the TV to get there, but afterwards I return. Then the lucid events occur.

      Lucid #11 - Justice
      So I dreamed I was living back in the 1319 house, and there was a family down the street, a mother, father, and a boy. Then the boy got in trouble for stealing a ten cent comic book from a store, and his dad shot him in the forehead and killed him. I heard about this and decided to shoot the dad in the head with his own gun, so I went to confront him, taking a ten dollar bill as well. I think I figured the guy's wife might need the money.

      I approach the guy on the street in broad daylight with the $10 fluttering outside my pocket in my left hand, and his gun in my right hand (both clearly visible). His wife is standing close by. I demand to know how much the kid stole. The dad sees the $10 I have and mutters something about it having been "zero dollars", which shocks me. I growl something like "You killed your son over nothing" and raise the gun to shoot the guy in the head with it. Pulling the trigger does nothing; I pull back on the top of it to reload, not losing any momentum (the gun feels like a nerf gun with a spring inside). The dad, meanwhile, isn't trying to defend himself or grab for the gun, only backing away. I try again to shoot him but again, nothing happens, and I give up on the murder attempt.

      I think we keep talking, or at least communicating our mutual hatred, and then I turn to leave. He grabs my shoulder to spin me back but I just sort of turn my body to slide out of it, and now we're walking side by side, still talking but perhaps not saying anything. I'm not in the least afraid of him.

      The guy keeps pace with me as I walk down the street to home, and I'm trying to figure out how to dispense justice on him. I walk inside and leave him and his wife on the front yard. I realize Iron Man's number is in my phone and I decide to call him up and have him deal with it, but I start to get confused as to whether this is real life or a dream. I get the impression that I got the number in a dream, but that now that I'm "awake" it won't work, or it'll be something realistic like a promotion for a movie and he'll just be some guy in a suit that doesn't work. Then the belief that it's a dream seems to win over, and I decide to try calling the number while anticipating that it will work, and the real Iron Man will show up and beat this guy up for me. I try calling the number (listed in my phone as "Iron Man #8"), but it turns out to be a movie promotion thing, and I hang up on an automated message.

      I'm still half-convinced it's a dream, although the clarity of the dream, and also for some reason the fact that it's broad daylight, seem to be arguing otherwise. I ignore the apparent facts and decide that since it's a dream, I should be able to take justice into my own hands, do it myself... I'm now standing on our porch looking down at him with his wife next to me, and I reach out to psychically choke him. It works; he reaches for his throat with a look of frozen surprise as he starts to make choking noises. I try to lift him into the air, but at first can't figure out how. Then I sort of look away or block out my vision for a moment while I feel myself lifting him into the air, and next thing he's perhaps 20 feet in the air, maybe 25.

      I hold him there for a moment and then slam him to his knees on the ground. I lift him up again, and slam him down again, wondering whether if I keep doing this, it'll break his knees or something like that. I apparently can't stomach that and stop choking him, but I DO take off his left hand somehow. He starts screaming. Now random people are walking by, not seeming to care what I'm doing. Three of them go into the apartment in the basement of the 1319 house; one of them makes eye contact with me. He has a sort of determined expression, though currently afraid, and I wonder whether the three of them are buddies of the guy I'm currently torturing, whether they'll be a problem later.

      I release the guy, and he starts to stumble away, apparently with working legs but missing his left hand. Then I realize, once he's about two or three houses away, that he's holding a fairly large stick of dynamite. I yell something after him like, "Dynamite? Really? You want to play rough? Alright!" and open my fingers with my hand pointed at his dynamite (even though there's a random stranger walking past the guy at that point). It explodes, a rather small explosion for dynamite that size, engulfing his hand and not much else. When the smoke clears, his hand is gone. He stares down at the stump and frayed sleeve for a moment before starting to scream again.

      I walk back inside, and explain to his wife that she can stay here. She seems perfectly happy to hear that. I say that because of the threat her husband poses, she should sleep on the second floor instead of the first floor, on the off chance that he figures out how to set dynamite without any hands. Shortly after that,
      I wake up.



      Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:51 PM by 39676

      Tags: dream powers
    8. Morning - Non-lucid - Fire Control

      by , 04-02-2014 at 02:49 PM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)
      SO LET'S SEE

      first of all somethin' weird happened last night, I was drifting off to sleep and I suppose just sort of observing my thoughts (which is a concept I never really understood before but it seems to make sense in this context), and I started continuously knowing when my thoughts had shifted from IWL things that made sense to stories that seemed to be made up off the top of my head. I was just sort of ... listening to my own thoughts, and at some point that I couldn't quite pin down, they would start to get pretty crazy. And for some reason, rather than simply accepting this new development as "factual" (like most of my mind seemed to be doing), I would snap out of it and go "wait that's crazy". Hmm...

      It was like part of my mind was the watcher, and the other part was simply dozing, and the dozing part would start to get invested in a story; I would catch myself thinking about something crazy, like maybe an IWL person who doesn't exist, or a story I once heard that I never actually heard, or a game I never played, but my dozing mind would treat it like something I was wholly familiar with, like an old friend. And I think what triggered the sudden realization that it was made-up was when I would think back for an instant, naturally expecting the memories to be a part of my recent past, my waking life, and that's when I would have this chill of "wait that was all just made up." And that happened like, three times in a row, and every time the chill was the exact same. So strange~

      Now for the dreams. Don't remember too much, I know for a fact there were two separate dreams but since I can no longer remember what happened in which dream, I'm just putting 'em under one header.

      Dream - lel my recall is so derpy lately gg
      I guess rather than chronological order, I'll arrange this in the order of what I remember best. SO THEN...

      Strongest memory would be the part where I was on a dark, fiery battlefield, lots of blackened earth, troops marching forward towards the enemy army or towards destruction or towards whatever waited over there. I was one of 'em, but I was a special snowflake; not exactly "just another soldier". I didn't really have a place in the dream, a prearranged role, no backstory. It was just me chillin' with everyone else, marching forward with everybody else.


      I wouldn't really call myself lucid but some part of my mind was naturally invested in the idea of controlling elements around me. And it wasn't really a feeling of "maybe if I do this I will be able to possibly get the elements to obey me", it was more like "hum-de-dum just gonna grab some fire from over there hm that's not very much oh well." Like, I had the confidence I needed, and there wasn't as strong a focus on "breaking the dream" or trying to use my expectations or anything like that. Quite natural.

      So let's see I was walking forward and I think I tried to snatch a bit of fire from a fellow soldier's torch (think he was standing by the roadside), but I only ended up with a tiny flicker of flame. It survived for a brief moment, curled up in a ball of air that was cupped in my palm (I mean it was invisible air but I could feel something between the fire and my palm, holding it there). I think the reason I controlled it like that was because in general, when I imagine trying to control fire, I end up concerned that I'll lose control and get horribly burns and stuff like that. And my dreaming, non-lucid mind is apparently the part that likes to inventively come up with little solutions to those problems~ and new ideas for dream powers~ (as in, the psychic poke technique) aaah I love my brain :D

      SO ANYWAY next I came to a surprisingly-untouched stream, clear water coursing through a channel in the black ground. I manipulated it a bit, lifting some of it out of the stream in a nice sort of curling trail, but I think my conclusion was that there was nothing I could really do with it, and also it felt sort of ... unsatisfying. Maybe it's just that water physics are so hard to render that I end up with a sort of approximation of water and it's not much fun manipulating an approximation? Who knows.

      The third and last elemental control thing I tried was simply that I was still marching, when I noticed something burning coming up on my left. The start of a little wildfire, perhaps, and close enough on my left side that, as I walked past, I got a bit concerned that it might spread to me. So I waved my hand down at it, palm down, in a sort of calming gesture, and the fire almost completely extinguished. Really, given the size of it, it was sort of unexpected that the whole thing would be put out, but I got the feeling that it was easier to simply put a fire out than to try to control it. Fire is wild, but fragile, in my mind.

      That was about the extent of that segment.

      One of the only other things I remember is a brief bit where I was in a dark, rather small room with my parents (think there was a well-lit hallway outside it though), and then my shoe caught on fire. Or something like that happened. I was understandably upset, but my parents did nothing while I put it out myself (for a brief moment, the fire seemed borderline out of control, but it didn't hurt anything except my shoe). Afterwards, I examined the fire damage done to the rubber parts of my shoe with some disgust, irritated that my parents didn't care what happened to the shoes I've had for years and years. GEEZ.

      UGH I keep getting such tantalizing flashes of how the rest of the dream went. But maybe the concepts just don't translate well to the waking world...

      The only thing I really remember is that I was packing up to move, and going down to the basement to retrieve some stuff, and then there was something about a game or story. Impossible to retrieve now.

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:39 PM by 39676

      non-lucid , memorable
    9. Morning - Non-lucid - Being Spider-Man in Church

      by , 03-31-2014 at 04:53 PM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)
      Last night's theme was my siblings and I as kids again b'awwwww

      Dream 1 - Good Times Part I
      So real quick uhhhmmm last night I dreamed my siblings and I were young again and the family was moving so we had to sort through all this old stuff in back rooms. A lot of it was bringing back memories of some of the business work we did for dad and stuff, which was interesting. I think we were all surprised how much we'd gotten done over the years.

      And then alsooooo there were tide pools or creeks or somethin' in the floor with load of minnows in 'em, ranging from the tiny little guys that're impossible to catch to some big ones that were chilling all relaxed. I picked up one or two of the big ones 'cause they're so fascinating and stuff and they were perfectly cool with it. So that was a nice dream.

      Dream 2 - Good Times Part II
      I fell back asleep after that, and the setting was about the same, but now we were in the 1319 church auditorium. I don't remember too much about what happened there, except I had Spiderman powers and if I held my hand in that classic Spiderman hand pose I could shoot a web out. The web was super elastic, so it seemed to have about the same physics as one of those weird grappling hooks that pulls the person up after it attaches to something. So I had a lot of fun just shooting web at the ceiling and then bein' launched up there and clinging to it.

      I also tried launching myself off the ceiling using two webs as a sort of makeshift slingshot. Looking back the physics were totally wrong but it worked exactly as expected. So that was fun.

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:37 PM by 39676

    10. Morning - Lucid - Skimming to CVS

      by , 03-31-2014 at 02:41 AM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)
      Hmm fell back asleep and had a nicer sort of a lucid, although I'm tempted to call it low-level lucidity since I was so immersed in the dream and yet using dream powers... but the exploration of dream powers was super nice so 8>

      Lucid #7 - Condensed Milk Run
      Finally a dream with a straightforward title. Guess that means it's one of the more rational ones I've had...

      ... OR IS IT the dream starts out with my mom, dad, sister, sister's boyfriend, and some stranger and I all eating cake in the 1319 backyard together. The cake itself is so big it's essentially the dinner table, and we're all sitting around it at various spots just eating it with forks.

      Unfortunately it's not the best cake ever; whoever made it definitely made an excellent attempt, but we still find fault with it. So Dad tells me to go up the street to the CVS and get some condensed milk.

      I'm still sort of lucid so I'm happy to oblige so I can have a chance to try out dream powers; I fly overtop our house, land on the sidewalk, and start to make my way up the street.

      I start experimenting with a new way to fly:
      I hop up in the air, and then sort of skim forward somehow. I'm really moving, and the speed feels great, but as I'm going forward I'm also drifting back down to the ground as well, and finally I land. I decide to try again, this time thinking "What if there was less gravity?" ... now my initial leap carries me a fair bit higher, and I can really feel the weightlessness; I start skimming forward, just as fast as before, and make it all the way up the street. I end up passing the CVS and skid to a stop when I land; it takes me probably like 10 feet to come to a complete stop, and it feels great.

      (I love this kind of flying. I think it's the same I did in
      my dream where I was part of the alien-dinosaur resistance hehehe, I forgot to try to revisit it though. Puttin' that on my dream powers list.)

      So I enter the CVS and a clerk helps me find the condensed milk; it's in a fridge just standing by itself against the end of an aisle. He's super helpful and takes out the condensed milk to show it to me. There're two types in a bottle with a wrapper: half of it is mixed with lemon juice, the other half is just regular condensed milk.

      By this time I've realized I don't have money to pay for it. Dad completely failed to give me any cash. For a moment, part of my mind reminds me that it's a dream, I can do whatever I want, I could take the condensed milk and leave, nobody would be able to stop me—but that train of thought is utterly overruled by a different decision-maker in my brain. I choose instead to use the
      psychic poke technique, where I stick two fingers into someone's mind and concentrate on what I want them to believe or do.

      So I try it on him, trying to give him the idea that he should just give me the condensed milk for free, as a gift. He seems perturbed by this train of thought. It seems he's pretty dedicated to his job, because the idea doesn't stick the first time. Also, there're four or five people who all seem intent on getting help from him, and they're all just sort of standing by in a semi-circle around him. I have to move somebody out of the way to get up front, close by him again, and I try the psychic poke again.

      This time he's slightly more convinced, but before giving the milk to me he decides to do something in the back of the store.

      I don't think I was lucid by this time. I remember Mom showing up in the store to tell me about a game I was supposed to play with Ben in the back of the store.

      I head back there, go through a door and head up some stairs, and suddenly I'm playing a video game. It's like the video game's world was existing in a 3D space, and I just walked into it and was suddenly playing it.

      It was some sort of Final Fantasy fighting game. The characters I remembered were Sephiroth (who I played as/was for a short time, and having that frickin' long sword was awesome), and Cloud/Zack. When you chose to play as Cloud, initially Zack would show up lugging a young, comatose Cloud over his shoulder. I was like "I thought I chose Cloud" but yeah Zack was just there to drop him off. And Cloud would get better and stuff. Like, grow up and turn into normal, Advent Children Cloud. Good times.


      I've gotten into a good habit of thinking about my dream while I'm still waking up, just sort of automatically musing on it and trying to remember it. This time, it took me sort of a while to realize that the dream I was musing on was new, and not just a continuation of the one I'd had a couple hours back. So that was cool.

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:36 PM by 39676

      lucid , memorable
    11. WBTB - Lucid - Alley Concert

      by , 03-30-2014 at 12:16 PM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)

      This one was lucid but Imma be relatively brief writing it out 'cause first of all it was long as crap and secondly it was sort of
      ... off.

      But y'know I did get SOME things done so let's see here.

      Lucid #6 - Various Dream Powers Aw Yee
      The whole dream was centered in 1319 but with a great deal of frickin' random, off-the-wall weirdness and so many different things happening so quickly that it was just incredibly difficult to keep track. For example, there was
      - a segment about my brother and I back when we were young/living in 1319/being homeschooled
      - a segment where a few others and I were fighting something that could totally bean us with these green spiky projectiles that we had to throw back, and our best hope was the white-haired girl with the tweezers who could pick them up before they exploded
      - a short bit afterward where I had to fix the swollen lumps that I'd gotten from a couple projectile blows (and it was super icky, don't ask)
      - a segment where I and some others encountered a sort of tribe living in a nearby 1319 house
      - a segment where we were shipping pizzas "downstream" but there was no stream
      - a segment where an anthropomorphic cat was trying to do the right thing but just ended up getting totally screwed over but continued to cling to her hopefulness (had to do with the tribe as well)
      - something about me having some nasty, jaded little comrade, and for some reason we were quite close by necessity,
      and then I guess I finally got lucid. Not that weird stuff stopped happening, because weird stuff continued to happen almost immediately.

      I was standing on the 1319 back porch at night, and there'd been snow recently. It looked pretty great. I once again had the realization that I was dreaming, though there didn't seem to be any conscious rationalization involved. It was like, once even the flicker of "I could be dreaming" appeared in my head, it slid naturally into place because it made perfect sense. Also things were, once again, a bit fuzzy and dark and "dreamish".

      So I went down the stairs and crossed the alley to the houses back there so I could fly up onto one. As I did that I had the stupidest spontaneous thought I've probably ever had in my life, which was something like "Demons, help me fly", and I noticed that my flaps (because I always fly by using my arms as wings) were now more powerful. This lasted about three flaps and fifteen feet, and then there was a green flash and I was boosted another five feet, and it felt like I hit my head on something. Strange. I had by this time grown fully uncomfortable with my earlier train of thought, and proceeded to fly the rest of the way "myself". >:U

      So then I was on a snow-covered roof just kinda chillin', not sure what to do. Kept heading in that direction with a (maybe false) memory of how the street in that direction would look, and stumbled upon a parade with a literally larger-than-life Beyonce as the main performer AND the person the parade was for. So I guess it was sort of a moving Beyonce concert. There were colorful shops and junk to either side of the street, plenty of neon lights creating a festive air. Woo.

      I remembered one of my dream power intentions, walked up behind a dude in the parade, stuck two fingers into his mind and convinced him I was an opponent. At this point either a second version of him jumped out from in front of him or from inside him or maybe it was just some dude who'd been directly in front of him and looked a lot like him who'd accidentally got my transmission. Either way he whirled to face me and pulled out a black handgun, and I had a good time wrestling it from him before (I think) shooting him with it and then immediately losing track of it. Nobody around us paid the slightest attention.

      Beyonce had by this time managed to climb up onto the glass display of a nearby open-air sort of shop selling baked goods (with, I noted, a fairly liberal amount of dead bugs around them, as though the shop had had to fix an infestation), and I had decided to try my two-finger mind-control technique again (or idk it needs a FAR better name). I walked up to a dude who was sort of off to the side staring longingly at her from a distance, stuck two fingers in his mind, and told him he was in love with her. He immediately moved forward, climbed up onto the display case, and started making out with her. She was cool with it. It was like it was all part of the show.

      Not sure what happened then. I DO recall at one point thinking that my lucid dreams last pretty long (a guy in the Skype Dream Views chat was hearing about another lucid I'd had and said 10 minutes was a pretty good length for a lucid and some part of my brain was like "OH YEAH WELL I'll show you grrrr" or whatever), or that I stay lucid pretty long. I even looked over at my bedside clock for confirmation (in the dream) and saw that it was 5:something AM, which apparently meant that an hour had passed since I'd become lucid, which I'm pretty sure meant that I definitively have no ability to track time in a dream. Bummer.

      Then there was a bit where I crawled through a bunch of objects. I wanted to get back to the 1319 house and apparently the best way to do that was by going through a junk-filled tunnel that would open out back onto the alley. It being filled with junk, though, I decided to try phasing through it.

      At this point, as though to distance myself from the discomfort of crawling along blind through a bunch of objects (I was ghosting through 'em but still) with the uncomfortable though that a random can might get lodged in my kidney, I switched to a sort of third person perspective. It was almost like the sequence wasn't really happening because I seemed to just be sort of imagining and narrating it. But it was, because next thing I'd phased through basically half a house and was back on the outside, in the alley. Neato.

      Think I lost some lucidity; then there was more stuff about my small, unwholesome companion, and then some stuff about super cute kids, and then I woke up. Like seriously I can't be bothered to try to write this all out, especially since my mindset during the whole dream was sort of off and strange and not all there. So oh well. 8>

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:36 PM by 39676

    12. WBTB (5 hours) - Non-lucid - Mental Poke Power Origin

      by , 03-26-2014 at 09:36 PM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)
      OKAY I outlined this dream last night and reading it now it's crazy. Geez.

      Dream - Chewed-up Story Part I
      So I was in some office or perhaps a school building, and there were all kinds of crazy things happening. For instance, at one point Mr and Mrs Incredible showed up. He was totally in love with her, and she had a similar body shape to him and bright orange curly hair and a weird crazy face, and also she was a fake version of his wife.

      I may have been a college kid or somethin'. I remember bein' on a field trip, we were just walking around outside following the professor around while she showed us various wildlife. Or something like that. I guess we were the type of students to just never go outside, 'cause the wildlife was just regular old sparrows and squirrels and junk.

      UHHH then at some point Ben was explaining something to me, I'm not sure what. Just, y'know, fillin' me in on information.

      The thing he was explaining was the backstory of this bicycle-athlete and/or tennis player, who I believe was originally shown passed out on the university building's front porch, before getting up and proceeding to be absolutely fabulous. But he had a dark side... he may have been a spy of some sort. Super popular though.

      Uh so next I should explain about this one dream power where I was able to change how other people thought simply by sticking two fingers into their head (phasing harmlessly right through to their brain), and then concentrating on the new idea I wanted them to have. Which was pretty neat. I remember doing that to the bicycle guy, and also to the Mrs Incredible lady, because Mr and Mrs Incredible were havin' to travel down these tube slide things and she was kinda scared and then I just changed her thought to make her not scared! Wooo.

      Maybe next time I'm lucid I'll make that a conscious dream power. Like, it was really cool because I could sort of feel their thoughts, and being able to change them was a powerful ability... I'd like for that to be a dream skill of mine, like flying. Make allies out of enemies and enemies out of allies, turn one guy against his comrades, convince another to lead me to a stronghold, really the opportunities are endless~

      Oh yeah I think at the time I was a ghost, though. It was a lot like that game, The Novelist, in that way.

      UHM then there was a third-person bit about students going outside to see the wildlife, same as before, and then them trying out a professor-led experiment where they offered free food to sparrows. And the sparrows were like, all eager to try it out, but at the same time very suspicious because there were no humans nearby for them to gauge things by. They weren't sure what the proper course of action was, without humans.

      Uhhh I may have also been a business person at another time. I remember there being some co-worker that I really hated, I remember him being just so whiny and me sitting there getting ready to punch him in the face just to get him to be quiet. Think that was the last thing before my alarm went off.

      This is just, probably not in the right order at all. It's really impossible to tell. And y'know there were no callbacks to other parts of the dreams so you could pretty much arrange them however the heck you wanted. I wouldn't worry about it.

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:28 PM by 39676

      Tags: dream powers
    13. Morning - Non-lucid - Devil-fighting

      by , 03-23-2014 at 03:22 PM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)
      Part twooooo of the same dream, after I fell asleep again~

      Dream - Devil Destruction ?? wow that sounds really lame
      So I was back in the same convention center as before, only this time I was an established hero in my own right, and the Justice League and bear/Godzilla were gone. In their place was a new opponent: the devil. Or basically some dude in a red suit with horns and a goat's tail and all that jazz, wandering around the center with these two inflatable devil minions of his. People were kinda wary of the guy, but I don't think it was the general consensus that I needed to take him on. Too bad though 'cause that's what I did! I wasn't really a hero of the people or anything, more like some suspicious powerful person wandering around looking for threats to dispense with. A sort of semi-paranoid protector. (Also my IRL family wasn't part of the dream anymore.)

      So first I encountered him 'n' his two minions and I was like, are those... actually minions? They look like inflatable demon decorations (they were about as tall as he was and super wide), but then they started sort of toddling around on their own, one just sort of pacing a route in the middle of the floor, the other following close by him. People were giving the pacing one a lot of space, but didn't seem to mind when the devil and his other minion wandered off in their midst.

      I decided to take down the pacing minion, which wasn't particularly hard and was actually pretty stinking rad. The low-level lucidity was gone, but my expectations were still sort of managing the dream, so when I noticed that the minion could only toddle around on his little legs, MY movement leveled up. Then I had some kinda torch or a brand or somethin', and the fight consisted of me dancing around the dude, dodging his pitiful rushes, jabbing at him with the torch/brand, and moving in this exceedingly quick and graceful way that was just, loads of fun. I quite enjoyed that. Also Imma call that a dream power.

      In the end, the minion was just a little deflated pile on the ground. He hadn't even touched me. And the people around me seemed borderline disapproving, but I didn't caaaaare~

      After that, it's a bit harder to remember the different pieces of what happened. I remember an interlude where I was sitting in a classroom doing schoolwork, when the clock caught on fire. This was our cue to get out before the place burned down, but I chilled there still working, and so did a few other cool kids, though some left over time. At one point a girl and boy walked by, and the girl noticed I'd dropped a bunch of hair bands on the floor, and decided to claim them for herself. Think I gave her an evil look. Eventually the clock just stopped being on fire, which was sort of anti-climactic.

      Another part seemed to be some TV reporter woman trying to explain, on camera, why she couldn't do a certain thing... which had to do with efforts to stop bad guys. They wanted her to be part of the offensive somehow, maybe owing to some power she hadn't known she'd had, but she was pretty persistent in saying it wouldn't work out.

      Lastlyyyy the dream took a rather more dark turn and seemed to be falling apart, with details getting mixed up with various thoughts I was having. I do remember that I entirely ceased to be quick and/or graceful, and my method of taking out the devil culminated with me straddling his chest on the ground and wildly stabbing his eyes out with some sort of dual-hooked claw. Also I was watching myself from third person—I seemed furious and out of control, and the devil guy wasn't putting up much of a fight at all. Then I stopped, seeming struck by the carnage, and my thoughts turned to what could've inspired this, which resulted in a shot of some eyeless woman in a white dress. And then I think the same thing happened twice, or something. Which is always just confusing as anything. Repetition is a no-no, dreams.

      Think I woke up after that.

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:23 PM by 39676

      Tags: dream powers
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. WBTB - Non-lucid - Bear-fighting

      by , 03-23-2014 at 12:41 PM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)
      didn't set an alarm but did decide to try to write down what dreams I might have, which is why I'm awake right noww~
      low-level lucidity is the best yo
      callin' it night 'cause I'm going back to sleep after this.

      Dream - Bear Battle
      So the dream started off with me and my sister and mom in a forest just walking down the forest path ... and then a bear started hunting us. Not a good feeling. We couldn't shake it, either, had to constantly keep moving. I think I may have done some flying at this point. I'm not sure how that helped though, since it would've left my family behind.

      We came to a giant slide in the forest, like you'd see at a Renaissance festival, and Mom said something about how she couldn't believe a girl had died there. Apparently the (teenage) girl had been alone in the forest and been killed and eaten by the bear on or near the slide. Notwithstanding that we jumped on it and slid down, and I was in the front so when I reached the bottom and mom started to go past, I reached out and grabbed/saved her (with a bit of low-level lucidity trying to control my expectations so I wouldn't miss) and she grabbed Jess. Then we hopped off the slide and started heading back up the hill towards the path at an angle to it, presumably to throw the bear off when it went down the slide.

      Next thing, we were in a convention center, which the bear was attacking. Ben and Dad were there, and people around us were fleeing in various directions. I had the thought that my family should be safe from the bear with so many other people around to get eaten by it.

      But then, for whatever reason, we headed towards the back of the building, towards a more closed-off-from-the-public area. We came across an enterprising dude who was trying to rig the elevator shaft into a makeshift bear-killer using his electricity skills. I remember thick black wires going down this empty elevator shaft which had no doors of any kind, it just opened out onto each floor. Notwithstanding his intentions, the elevator shaft seemed like the safest place for my family to be, especially when it turned out that the bear was actually in THIS area, and part of the reason it was so empty was because everyone had fled. Apparently he'd broken through the wall somehow, from the more public area into here.

      I sent my family to the bottom of the elevator shaft. At this point the main focus was protecting mom, so with that in mind I set off to fight the bear. My expectations were that it might not work but I didn't exactly have a choice; I'd have to do whatever it took to protect her.

      At this point the bear had gradually gained sentience, and become something of a cyborg (white robotic add-ons, sort of Portal-esque), and was now treating killing my mother as the top item on his to-do list.

      A lot of bear-fighting ensued! I had flying skills, and some level of invulnerability, as well as super strength, but the best I could do was hold him off, I think. I wish I could remember more about this part, although, maybe there wasn't more? Maybe it really was just a scant approximation of a bear fight. I do remember some parts, such as one time when I got Ben to tag in against the bear temporarily, and another where the bear got past me and dove down the elevator shaft, and I dove after him and caught up in midair (my brain was like "it's because I'm lighter, it makes sense! >8O", nice try brain), but he simply said something mocking (also he sort of was warping and changing shape, like the dream couldn't be bothered to have steady graphics), and I missed my chance to punch him in midair.

      I'm pretty sure I punched him loads of other times though.

      And I remember we had to keep shuffling mom around to keep her away from him. He was fricking persistent.

      I think one of my favorite things about the dream was the feeling I got when I decided I was going to take a bear on to protect my mother. Protecting her with my life, y'know? And since I couldn't afford to lose, I got them dream powers. There was more to it, though. I wish I could remember moooreeee aaaaaa

      Uhhh and the last phase of the dream was where we left the convention center, and the bear had evolved to a stronger form, aka Godzilla. He was towering over everything and STILL wanted to kill my mother, so we had to move her away/keep her hidden in the crowd. He was angrily demanding of me to give up already, and I was calculating how far up I would have to fly just to get by his face so I could punch it. At this point I didn't stand a chance (also, he had cheater bubble powers that could vaporize things).

      WHICH IS WHYYYY the Justice League showed up. I prefer The Avengers, but oh well. Superman was very handy to have. They even had a bit of a dramatic reveal, where Godzilla flung something that had a person or two inside, and Superman caught it before it could hit the ground. Then it turned into a movie, with an off-screen crowd watching from some theater somewhere.

      Godzilla became a bear again, I think, which retreated into an upper floor of some building. Superman challenged it and said he would take it on anytime, and the bear/Godzilla responded sort of sulkily, while I was thinking yes, please let Superman just kill this thing already. But he didn't. He got in an argument with another Justice League member and told them "You are not battery powered," and I was like "ah yes of course that makes sense." even though it did not, while the off-screen audience laughed. And then he argued with some super-speed lady, and more laughter ensued, and the bear may have left, and then I woke up.

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 11:07 PM by 39676

    15. Morning - Lucid - Firetruck Lift

      by , 03-22-2014 at 05:26 PM (Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream)
      LUCID SUCCESSSSSS just in time for the end of the competition (#17)
      Imma try extra hard to get the dream timing figured out AHH I feel like my recall is so bad now, I keep losing important pieces of the dreams and the timing gets so confused whyyyyy
      To be fair I've never tried to recall dreams every morning. So that might be why. But this is a LUCID DREAM. WHY WOULD I FORGET THE DETAILS OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT ...
      is my recall getting worse or am I just gradually becoming more demanding...
      you know what, looking back I'm pretty sure it's that I'm being more demanding. I want to have PERFECT RECALL and when I don't I act like that's some huge problem. And my poor brain's just trying its best every time, probably, and I'm just running it into the ground because nothing's ever good enough. so I think I'll just accept what happens and not worry too much about somehow forcing my brain to have non-stop perfect recall.
      step one for having a less stressful liiiiiiife~
      plus I just feel like crap, maybe I'm getting sick or something. Huh.

      *some caffeine later*

      expect some tense changes at random 'cause it took me forever to write this...

      Dream 1 - At the Beach (Lucid #3)
      Alright, I remember for sure this is the first dream I had.

      So I think the family's driving to this beach and we pull up, in the dream I was like "aha, this is [Spring Whatever Beach Name from IWL]!" like we'd been here before and it was familiar, but now I'm realizing it was just some place my brain made up. Weird.

      Whatever let's call it Spring Beach, we hop out and it's this sweet, Stone Harbory sort of place, with white sand and hotels by the shore. Very nice.

      We head into the hotel and get situated. We're all in some room that reminds me of a college dorm or something, and I'm off near the back, closer to the window while the rest of the family's having a grand old time taking pictures. Of each other. In a way that wasn't weird at all. *blacks out memories* Then Ben wandered over to me asking why I was chilling over there and I was like, eh. Just 'cause.

      Next, mom and dad had wandered off, and Jess and Ben and I were kinda meandering the hotel because that's the best thing to do when you're at a hotel with your siblings, and then it just starts storming like crazy. I look out this large window to the right, and see the white beach with the waves crashing and all that good stuff, and lighting going from the sky to the sea, looks pretty amazing. And then, probably because I'm anticipating when the lightning stops, it just kind of keeps going, just lightning pretty much all the time. Scary. I start thinking about how close the hotel is to the ocean, and how oceanside storms are crazy or whatever.

      Then I look left and there's FLOODWATER WASHING UP AGAINST THE WINDOW. AND RISING. I'm like WHAT. I think this is about when I did a reality check and became lucid, but since I can't truly remember I ain't countin' the reality check. I just know I became lucid at some point.

      Uhhh I don't knowwww why there's a hole in my memory at this point, but I believe I wandered outside and I remember quite clearly attempting to summon matches (like I'd been planning since I picked my three-step tasks for Scionox's: pass hand through object, because I'd never done it before, pull matches out of my pocket, and then make a fire and control it). I reached into my pocket (which was very small and tight because jeans) and dug around for a sec, experiencing a brief moment of doubt before discovering a box of matches and pulling them out.

      I opened them and took a match out, and was considering striking it ... but I was standing in grass in front of a forest, and some old forest guardian was freaking out because he thought I was going to burn the place down, so I just dropped it on the ground instead.

      HMMM I think I woke up. I also know for a fact that I flew around at times, but the memories are hard to fit anywhere.

      Oh well I suppose I'll give up on this one.

      Dream 2 - FA (Lucid #4)
      So I'm lying in bed face-down thinking that I'm going to fall asleep soon, when I feel this crazy wave of vibrations go through my body. It basically felt like, uh, vibrating. I was going to get all fancy and describe it but I can't totally sum it up. Felt familiar though, for some reason. I experience a bit of fear that this might be another SP episode and for a moment it almost seems that way, but then I realize I can move? Or something? GAHHH MEMORYYYYY

      Anyway I didn't really get what was going on, was lying still again, then felt a second wave of those crazy vibrations and had the idea that this was my dream body. Did a reality check, success, sat up in bed and looked out the window. Crazy. The blinds were raised or gone and looking outside I see my front yard, except it's not my front yard because it's far more fancy. It looks amazing, actually. Much better than my REAL front yard...

      I want to get outside, so I start tracing a hole in the glass. Once I complete a circuit, the enclosed glass just falls out and basically vanishes. I do this a few times, then stop and try to fit through and fail, so I keep doin' it. Eventually I manage to fit through and drop to the ground.

      There's a road leading away from my house, which quickly becomes a city street that branches left and right (visual aid: T). I proceed and go right, then left into a sort of alley that opens up into a nice behind-a-restaurant eating area. There are two black cows chillin', and I decide to try to use my arm cannon on them, but it fails. Maybe I just can't make up my mind what exactly is supposed to happen? Then some dude runs up behind me panicking because I look like I'm about to blast his cows. Apparently he came all the way from the countryside chasing these dumb cows.

      Think I had another FA, but this time when I did the nose pinch check, my IWL nose kinda sniffled and I realized I was close to waking up. I focused on immersing myself in the dream until I felt that I was fairly distant from my IWL body (sniffling stopped), and then proceededdd...

      It was raining and I was thinking about how I'd already done match summoning, and now I had to do elemental manipulation. I decided to try to control the rain, and reached out towards a car going down the street to my right, trying to imagine the rain somehow converging to stop it. Not much happened.

      Next I decided to try simply moving cars around (the idea being that it was metal manipulation somehow), but that failed as well. Then I saw a giant firetruck and stepped out in front of it, holding out my hand and imagining it coming to a stop, which it did—but I figured it was because the drivers hadn't wanted to run me over. The firetruck was so large that I only came up to its grill; the window the drivers were looking out of was well over my head.

      I reached out, put my fingers under the grill somewhere, and started lifting, still thinking about metal manipulation, and the firetruck suddenly became as light as anything, and the whole thing lifted off the ground. I tried to throw it, but it being so light it sort of drifted backward through the air unsatisfactorily, instead of crashing to the ground with an earth-shattering rumble. I'm not sure it ever really hit the ground, but it did arc somewhat.

      I was going for some kind of elemental manipulation but yes, under the stress of the moment I performed mass-TK instead.

      And then there was one last bit where I was at some kind of theater and tried to clear a space on the wall for a portal, moving bulletins and junk out of the way only to find more under them. Finally I'd cleared a semi-workable space and drew a tall rectangle on the wall, four sides with four colors, and then tried to imagine Stone Harbor on the other side. It didn't quiiite work...

      And uhh one last fragment where I was by my window again, but this time there was some ... video-game, anime sort of girl sitting to my left, wearing odd clothes (black but with bright colorful highlights as well), never seen her before. I demonstrated my ability to drop out pieces of the windowpane by drawing two parallel lines at the same time, horizontally right across the window, at which point a wide, flat rectangle dropped out.

      I'm callin' that two dreams 'cause who knows. Could've been more, maybe less, so I'm working with the middle. HMMM.

      Updated 12-09-2015 at 10:21 PM by 39676

      Tags: dream powers
      lucid , false awakening , memorable , dream fragment
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