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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a bunch of violent dreams last night. No lucid which was kind of disappointing considering I did a proper WBTB.

00.30: Sleep

07.00: WBTB 20 minutes

09.00: Fragments
*I'm riding my snowboard with my brother Morgan. We arrive at some wooden ramps and halfpipes. We stay there for a while for some reason.

*I'm walking down a street with my friend G. I remember a bank robbery happening up ahead just a few weeks ago and I tell him about it. "They had machine guns and everything, was awesome."

*I'm holding some man's arms from behind. My friend Eric stabs him in the heart with a knife. He misses and does it again, only in the right place this time. I think it's all a game of some sorts.

09.00: Dark mansion fight
I'm standing infront of a wall covered in weapons. There's all kinds of weapons and they look really cool glistening in the light. I decide to try one out but I get the wrong one, an M16. I get the feel that this is a game aswell, a little one on one survival.



We're inside of a huge mansion, which is so poorly lit up that I can barely make out my own hand if I hold it up. I'm also the girl in the "Alien" movie. My opponent (also a girl) gets to be the chased one and runs up ahead to do whatever. I wait for a while before heading out after her. This is some really scary shit, she can be anywhere and I can hear my own breathing in the weird mask I'm wearing. I try to light some areas up but my flashlight sucks.

I walk up a flight of stairs and stop, there's a large, can sized spring a few steps up. I spot several more and figure it has to be traps. I move them to the side with telekinesis and head up. Some other weird external hard drives appears and a voice tells me: "I don't know why they don't work if the switch is on 2." I see a switch and switch it with telekinesis to 2 instead of 1. The traps lights go out and I head on. I walk around a bit upstairs.

I get bored, and I keep looking over my shoulder. She's around, I can feel it. I jump over the railing and land hard on the floor ten feet below. I see a shadow moving and point my gun at it, nothing there. I hate this stupid flashlight! I walk around a bit more before I can't take it anymore. I head back to where we started and tell the guy there he's up.

I want to switch my weapon for something better. I watch as a guy takes a shotgun and empties it, and fills it up with suringes instead. "This will put her to sleep instead of killing her" he tells me. He hands me the gun and the other guy and I head out again. I spot some weird device on the floor, it's like an oval glass bubble with some "The Matrix" squid-like creature in it. I put my boot on it and it struggles to get free with its black tentacles. I shoot it several times and watch it stop struggling.

I pick it up, it's still awake and hold it firmly. I can see three small wheels on it which can be turned. "Strength, Speed, Spirit" it says. I spin the strength wheel and watch the creature grow and become much stronger. I spin it the other way and watch it shrink. Better put all stats on Spirit, it doesn't do much anyways.

I show the creature to a scientist who appears out of thin air. "Can you do two things for me?" I ask him. "First, try to extract the substance from this, it's bound to have some powers. Second, I want you to try to see if there's a way to befriend it." The creature starts to struggle alot, and to move it apparently moves some wheels underneath, which is now shredding my skin slowly but surely.

I hold it in a different way. "Oh look! It's so fine that you can barely feel it hurting you" he tells me as I watch two spots on my hand begin to bleed. He's right though, I can barely feel it. "This is going to leave a scar though" I tell him. "Yes, yes it will" he replies. I start thinking about the potential use this alien has. It's just a small drone or some low ranked creature. I don't want to make that into a queen, I want a bigger one.

12.00: Spy for the Americans in Nazi Germany
I'm inside a big warehouse. It's in the 1940's and I'm a spy for the Americans, in the middle of Nazi Germany. I can hear soldiers joking up ahead and I decide to check it out. There's a doorway leading into a rectangular room. To the left are showers with alot of people in them, to the right I can see lockers and clothes, aswell as a rifle standing against the wall. I grab it and run. I head outside and can hear a truck somewhere. It's night out, and I spot lights through a forest.

A yellow dumper truck appears and I aim with the sniper I just stole. I try to shoot the driver in the head but my aim is off, I totally forget about the delay bullets have and the bullet hits a tree instead with a loud "smack". There was almost no recoil at all, what a puny rifle. All of a sudden I hear shouts and look inside the warehouse again.



The soldiers have noticed me and are trying to hide behind the wall in the locker room. I shoot several times and have to pull the lever each time. Whenever I hit someone a small text appears, showing me where I hit them. One guy gets hit in the leg, another in the chest.



My last shot takes down another one and I figure it's time to leave. I run alongside the warehouse in the snow when a lone soldier appears. It's an officer and he points his pistol at me. It's the same model they used in the WW2 and a memory pops up into my head.

"That gun is the easiest of them all to disarm." I run behind a few stairs and hide behind snow to get out of his line of sight. He yells something in German. When he appears he's close enough for me to grab him and I do. I disarm him quickly and take him to the ground. "Please don't" he says and I try to shoot him in the head. Nothing. I cock the gun and try again "click". Stupid gun! I hit him in the head with it until he stops moving.

I grab his coat and hat and put them on. As I'm buttening it up a kid appears and tries to scream. I grab his mouth. "Shhhhh, or I'll hurt you, understand?" I ask him. He nods at me and I let him go. "You will help me, ok?" I say. He nods again. I can hear laughter up ahead and realise the metallic stairs I was dodging around leads up to a few barracks. I grab the kid by the shoulder and lead him up the stairs.

We reach the main door and head into a small room with shoes everywhere in it. A sink and a few coats on the wall. "How many soldiers in there?" I ask him. He says five in german. I ask again and he tells me it's around ten. That's way too many to kill by myself. "Lure one of them here" I tell the boy and he opens the second door just a bit. He calls a soldier in English for some reason and tells him he has some delicious food for him.

The soldier opens the door fully and I stand straight. "INSPEKTION!" I yell in his face, trying to look as stern as possible. After all, I'm a German officer! I realise the soldier opening is my uncle and he looks me straight in the eyes for a few seconds. "Inspektion soldier!" I tell him and march past him. I have to come up with a reason for my bad German (non existent more like it) and I decide to play drunk. I sway as I stand there, watching the ten or so soldiers. They're all watching me silently. I look inside the kitchen and fake taking mental notes.

I stumble into another room. "Yeah he's definitely drunk" one of the soldiers tell another. "Du bist eine schrashen" I say and realise I shouldn't talk much because I'll be busted for sure. I have no clue what I just said but I play even more drunk. In the living room I find a bunch of TV's and radio equipment. I watch the monitor and there are red and orange dots running all over it. One side is definitely losing. "Germans?" I ask my uncle and point at the losing side. "Jah" he says. "Sheisse!" I say angrily and head back to the hallway.

"Guten tag!" I say and quickly head out the door. I button my coat as I walk down the metallic stairs into the cold, still swaying incase anyone would take a look outside. My cellphone rings but I pick it up too late. "Felix" it says and I try to call him again, but there's no signal. I run over the frozen ground and arrive at a fence. Instead of barbed wire there's just plain wire. I jump up on it and try to fall over to the other side. Ofcourse it's electric and I get burnt pretty badly on my thighs.

I fall down and sit down in the snow, my legs stinging painfully. There's a road up ahead with a big truck on it. The entire sky is lit up from behind a forest on the other side of the road and I figure it's American soldiers. I start taking off my Nazi clothes when all of a sudden the truck starts transforming. It changes appearance to a red V2 rocket launcher. I put my clothes back on as I watch it change colour to red and golden stickers appear which says 007 and somethign else. The truck takes off.

12.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: Mugwort Tea at WBTB

That's it! First time trying mugwort and I have no idea if it was because of the tea that I had such long dreams, or because of a bit of REM rebound. I also slept a very long time, sweet.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I was on vacation with my dad at a waterpark. I was waiting in line for a waterslide when I realized I had my contact lenses in still. I told my dad I was going back to our hotel room to take them off. When I got to the room I realized I didnt even have them in, and was wearing my glasses. I turned around and there was a lady on the couch. I knew that she was my dad's girlfriend, but in the dream she looked different. Her kid came in and said something really nasty so I told him it wasn't nice to say things like that. And boy his mom got pissed at me for saying that. She started saying things like that she was going to marry my dad and make my life miserable.

Now we are in the car, me and my brothers in the back, my dad is driving, his "girlfriend" in the passenger seat. It was actually my stepdad's car, although that isn't what made me lucid. For some reason I just realized I was dreaming and did a noseplug RC. It worked, but I still remained unsure, and not wanting to do something stupid like jump out the window, I just stayed in the car. Still though, I'm happy to have this semi-lucid after days of terrible recall.

This dream happened in October 2010.

I realised that I was dreaming but it wasn't lucid.

I was walking with my friend down the street around the park when I saw this girl who went to Saint Angela's Secondary and she was hot.

I tried a move and she rejected me. meh.

Then me and my friend walked around to a bank when 3 guys stole my hat and started throwing it around like it was piggie in the middle.

I got angry and started beating them up. There was a fat kid laughing and my mate that I was with choked him out, he was choking on his blood. LOL that fat kid made me laugh.

The other guys ran away and said they wanted to fight at 1am. So me and my mate got two more guys to make it 4 on 4.

We lined up against the other guys and ran at them I got one in a full mount,one of my other mates threw one through a window, and bin was used by my droogy and the friend I was with the first time went Muay Thai and kneed them into submission.

They ran away. It was awesome I knew I had to got to school so I woke up.

I think I had that dream becuase I wanted to have a street fight it remined me of A Clockwork Orange.

I was in USLS. Was doing some exercise or something. Me and a guy friend went down the stairs just outside of the library.

I was in our town plaza. Vampires all around. One, a friend vampire(?), was pretending to suck my blood so that the other vampires will leave me alone. I was on the ground, with desert sand, although there are small lines of water passing through the sand. The sky is yellowish, cloudy. I "heard" an explanation in my head that explains vampires walk on the walls/ceiling so that they can better smell their prey.

After a while, the vampires started to sense me.

I recall a fight, inside a supermarket or factory. I was with some people. Allies. We're trying to get out. We were able to go through the enemies, but the garage door-like entrance was already closing. Then we were caught by an enemy female doctor/scientist, in white lab coat and ponytailed black hair, wearing eyeglasses. We were stuck in ice blocks, and we were told not to move or we would be cut.

A comrade, a guy who looked like the enemy army guy in the movie Avatar, with his short white hair, muscled frame, and commander demeanor. We listened to how the female doctor can't reach her full potential, and our comrade sympathized with her. He swore to get her out of here.

We were put in cages. One of our comrades, a bipedal beagle with a red cape, wanted to pee. I saw him try to hide, as he pee, and then he did something. The next scene, I was with my fellow prisoners. We heard an explosion, and then we were told by the guards that our ally is dead.

I was in our home town, walking with Mike G. His father owns a store in our home town. We went there. His brother is also there. We saw the store closed. It was an internet store. I was playing a game there, and I saved them in various computers. When we went in and opened the store, kids went in to play. The only remaining station where I saved my game was one where I didn't go far in the game. It was station 2.

I was falling. We were falling from the sky. Everything seems to be falling from the sky; bit and pieces of machinery and metal. We were in a wide field, with some buildings afar, and a sea beyond it. We saw the huge, yellowish moon, and a coming lunar eclipse.

We saw our bipedal dog ally standing on top of one of the crashed metal ships, as if it was the most natural thing on earth. We then went directly to the fortress of the enemy. We tried to sneak in, but when I climbed to the second floor, the enemy saw us. I kicked one off the second floor towards an ally on the first, and they fought.

Then I had to fight a stronger foe. He was carrying a retractable white stick. So was I. He was stronger, and he told me that the next time he hits my left hand, it's over. I went into a rage and defeated him, although "I" was away from my body then.

Then I was with a guy. We were supposed to go to Forest Park/Mansilingan. We were waiting for an Eroreco jeep, going south.

We faced the huge, turtle "jumping board." The others have been fighting him before I arrived at the scene. Then one of us hit him physically, and he started complaining to the boss. The boss, who looked like the chief of Grimoire Heart, used magic to turn the huge turtle into a tube-shaped stick, and they all went into it, including a "prince," his son.

We traveled with it, but we can hear them talking and making noise, so we decided to leave them behind, and hid them under some palm-shaped leaves in a forest. The last thing I heard was that they notice it's sunrise/sunset.

I open my eyes, im in my bedroom looking up at the ceiling. i roll out of bed in almost a pouncing manner, land on my feet facing my door, its open for some reason, this almost never happens.

I slowly walk outside to the landing, something isn't right. im growing pretty suspicious of my surroundings, i do a nose plug RC and BAM i can breathe!
The dream sort of flashes and i dont want to lose it so i bury my excitement and shout "I'M DREAMING!"
I kneel down feel the carpet, and the textures of the wall, i decide to bite a chunk out of my door. I imagined it to taste like chocolate, and it did. I giggle and decide to see where this dream was going to take me.
I start to walk towards the stairs then think "im in a dream, screw walking" so i decide to float. I float to the stairs and then down them, at the bottom i lose concentration cause im so happy i did it and end up sort of stumbling and landing in a heap. I laugh to myself.

I open the door to my living room and sat on the sofa are my parents and grandparents. They look at me and ask me what im doing, "well, im dreaming and im gonna go outside for a little fly if thats ok?"
They shrug and look a little confused.

All of a sudden i am back at my parents house, i walk up to the double french doors and jump and smash straight through them, i go through in slow motion and watch as the shards of glass twist and turn through the air.
For some reason at that point i hear somebody shout "your not making enough noise" whether it was sarcasm or not ill never know!

I walk into the garden and float upwards, im trying to fly over the fence and away, i start off well, then my speed just dies, its like something is stopping me, so i decide to turn around and float back down to the ground, whilst doing this I decide i would like a fight, ninjas or something, but i really didnt concentrate hard enough, still far too excited to control my thoughts. Instead of ninjas, a reddish glow appeared on the patio infront of me, i see this and think, meh, good enough, ill try to take it out with a fireball. I hold my hand away from my eyes and imagine energy pulsing through it, getting hotter, i look at my hand and there is a fireball right there! I launch it at the reddish glow and it disappears.

My dad walks through the broken glass of the doors, looking pretty angry, i guess hes the best my subconscious can do for now and i still want a fight, so i raise my arms out to my sides and shout, "oh its big man daddy, bring it!"
He walks up to me, slowly and tries to punch me, i block it and grab him by his throat and lift him off the ground. I suddenly remember im looking for my DG! "say, do i have a dream guide?"
"yes" he replies. "can you set up a meeting for me?" i ask, he looks at me and says "why would i do that?" I laugh at him, "why? Hmmm, cause im dreaming and ill kick your arse if you dont?" he closes his eyes, "it is done" he says.
I slam him into the ground chokeslam stttyyylee! and i then wake up.

*I live somewhere in Zelezny Brod and I am going home. It looks like winter night. Suddenly there are some people trying to stop me. First there is some man in a black winter jacket, then some gipsy guy. As I am passing by him he punches me lightly to my stomach and says something from which I assume he knows me. Then some other person comes to me and starts talking to me. I don't understand him. Then another group of some gipsy people tries to stop me and try to take some of my stuff, such as keys and volute. I realize that they know my name and where I live and so on. Twice I get in a fight with them and fight back my stuff. When I get home I chat with my mum about it. The whole dream is happening at night. I asked someone to check on CCTV how I have been attacked. It all looks too unreal and it makes me thing whether I don't have some mental illness such as paranoia or schizophrenia. I read an article in the new scientist about those mental disorders.

**I am at some swimming pool area. I feel like I have been here before. Then I notice a big water slide made of metal. There is some instructor saying how old it is and how people used it in the past. He says that for some time water was thrown down the slide as it slid better, but later on they stopped with it.

Non-lucid

My memory picks up whilst riding around town with one of my old friends cousins and he is not exactly a law abiding citizen. We drive around until we think that it would be a good idea to stop by a local gas station to pick up something to drink. We get to the gas station, and he goes inside while I stand outside next to the car. I am texting on my phone, casually looking up every now and then because I seen some pretty good looking ladies standing across the way at the gas station. There are about three of them, and the next thing I know two of the girls walk away and one of them walks toward me. She instantly sparks a conversation and leads me over to the entrance of the gas station. This is where I find out that the girls are not single, and they have about three guys with them. She purposefully led me into a trap.

I am standing in front of the gas station door now, with three other guys starring me down. They all look pretty pissed off and I begin to think that there is no other way to get out of this, other than to fight them. I throw the first punch and it makes its mark, while the two other guys jump on me and start throwing punches. Out of nowhere a person that I have not seen in years came from the back area of the gas station where the cars are supposed to be fueling, and he started in on the fight. At about that time, my old friends cousin came out of the gas station and noticed that a fight was going on so he decided to help as well. The guys were now losing pretty badly, and eventually all three of them where knocked out or laying on the ground in pain. I think about the police.

As soon as the fight is over, the friend I haven't seen in years runs up to me and I tell him that we need to get out of there now because the police will be here soon. My friends cousin jumps in the car and takes off, so we take to the back of the gas station and run through a field headed toward my old apartments. This field is very overgrown with various weeds and such, and I tell him it would be best to just make a mad dash through the middle of the field so the weeds will give us cover. We both begin to run, and we soon end up at my old grandpa's house some how. We run through the back door, and into the house, which is very dark and no one is home. I seem to know at this point that my grandpa no longer lives there. We run out of the front door, and my friend wants to go back into the house to lock the door for the home owners. I tell him that we do not have the time to do that, and I remind him that we need to keep running. He goes back anyway, locks the door, and exits the porch. Just as he jumps off of the porch, the owner drives down the street and sees him jumping off of his property.

He is driving a dark red vehicle, and it is a rather old car. It had apparently just finished raining outside, so the streets were wet and he instantly slammed on his breaks and spun out. He had his wife in the right seat, and he was in the drivers seat on the left side. You could hear him yelling out of his window after he seen us begin to run when he spun out. He instantly slammed the car into reverse and caught up with us down the road. I was on the right side of the street, and my friend was across the road from me. The man got out of his car, and he was fairly old. I see that he is brandishing a shotgun, and he is starting to shoot at my friend. We keep running hard until we get to the end of that road, and an intersection leads off to the right, left, and it also continues forward. To the left is a town, and to the right is country. My friend runs to the right, to avoid the shotgun bullets. I choose the forward path for whatever reason, and I am now being hit slightly by shotgun spray. Just in front of me, continuing forward, is a rather large church, and beyond that is a gravel road that leads to a bridge.

Since I was being hit by shotgun spray, I thought that it would be a good idea to pick up a large street sign, and cover my back with it whilst I was on the run. I do that, and I keep running toward the bridge. When I get to the bridge, the old man pulls up in his car just behind the start of the concrete that the bridge is made of and he gets out of his car. I try to keep my cool, and he holds the shotgun up to my body. He yells something that made sense then, but I cannot honestly remember exactly what it was. He then shoots the shotgun and misses, so I take my chance to grab the end of the shotgun with my left hand, and I point it away from me while I punch him in the face with my other hand. He ends up letting go of the shotgun, and I now have it under my control. I aim it at his lower half, and I fire the gun. It instantly blows off the entire lower portion of his body, and he is now crawling around screaming at me. I then proceed to shoot him in the face, and he is still not dead. Guts are hanging out of his mouth, and he is crawling toward the bridge and I casually think to myself "Good hide yourself" as I begin to worry about my finger prints on the gun.

I begin to wipe down the trigger area, and the barrel of the gun with my shirt. I know that this might not be too efficient, so I begin to look for some sort of gasoline to rub the gun down with. I find an old canister of gas just to the right of where the bridge starts in an oddly wooded area. I pick up the can and walk back to the bridge, where I see a helicopter flying very low to the ground just above where I shot at the old man. The pilot is in clear view, and I decide that I should shoot at him as well. I take three or so shots at him, and he begins to fly away into the distance. I then take my shirt off, and soak it with gasoline and then I rub down the gun in a hasty fashion, making sure to get all of the points where my fingers would have been touching the most. Just after I throw the gun off of the side of the bridge, I awake.

I'm in a big renaissance mansion in some countryside. I am hosting a party with my boyfriend? husband? ... donno what he is but his name is Robert. He seems pissed at me about something, he's flitting around mingling with guests, trying to avoid me. There is a haunted room in the house.

My friend Marianne has also come, and brought a man with her, whom I don't know. Everyone's kind of drunk. I am going from person to person trying to make sure everyone is taken care of and having fun, trying to explain to people about the haunted room and why they should avoid it.

There is some sort of kerfuffle and Marianne is upset with me, which I find really hard to take. I am trying to appease her, try to explain myself and the misunderstanding to her. There is an implication of something that I've done is inappropriate.

There is a weird fashion show going on.

So last night was one of the first nights a few of us decided to try and dream share. The goal was to meet at the top of The Empire State Building in NY and set of a beacon of light so others who were looking to do the same thing might be able to meet with another dreamer.
To prepare for the night I did some light meditation and mantra to focus on completing the main task at hand. I also watched youtube videos of the Empire State Building as well as NY at night in order to gain detail about the surroundings themselves.

Well last night I attempted such a task and here are my dream results.

My first dream (or the one I could remember) happened between the hours of 12am to about 4:53am EST. The setting was not NY however but a sort of bayou (sp?) that you would expect to find maybe down south in Louisiana. I did not achieve any sort of lucidity in this dream but it was quite vivid. I was at this particular location because I was supposed to get an interview for a local newspaper. I was supposed to interview the owner of this sort of mansion style home that was located right on top of a swamp. The setting for this dream was at night, and I remember hearing crickets surrounding the area. The trouble was that a tornado (I know, weird in the south right?) was predicted to just tear right through this home. I was also with another woman, maybe my partner on this particular article. She was taller than me, maybe about 5'8" and had curly brown hair and glasses. We were afraid for our lives because of the more dangerous weather but the owner of the home did not seem as concerned, as if he dealt with this sort of thing on a daily basis. The winds started to pick up, and that is when I awoke to reality.

I immediately wrote down in my dream journal, not really a summary but key words as it was dark and I did not want to forget anything. I got a glass of orange juice, knowing that it may help with my recall. I remember that people who had successfully achieved a WILD would wake up in the middle of the night and try to jump back into a lucid dream, I figured now would be as good a time as ever to try it. (Personally I am a light sleeper so getting up even the slightest amount keeps me up a while) So, after returning to bed just 5 min after I originally awoke I found it hard to get back to sleep and it took me about an hour to finally fall back to sleep. (which was not easy because at this time bird were beginning to sing).

My second dream was about the same as far as vividness but I believe I might have been semi lucid....I remember actually being inside the Empire State Building. I had made it to the target destination. I had gone to the top to find dozens of people up there. It was night and it seemed like the reason that they were up there was because of some sort of death match between two human opponents. They were fighting on platforms that were suspended in mid air just beyond the ledge of the building. (I assume the loser of the match would fall to his death). I remembered that I needed to create a beacon of some sort but I couldn't remember why I needed it. Basically I did not achieve enough lucidity to actually dream share. I manifested the yellow light and pushed it up in the air, I also made the beacon kind of pulsate light. The beacon was set and I was at the top of the building, but as I said I couldn't remember where to go from there. That didn't matter anyways because as soon as I set the beacon the dozens of DC on the roof all went completely ape shit and began to fight and gang up on one another intent on killing each other. I helped those that were about to get beat or tortured. It seemed like the people doing the beating were intent on cutting their prey with box cutters and razor blades. The ones I saved I made sure got to the elevator ok. Then I remember reloading the box cutters with new blades and saying to the attackers. "If anyone attacks me I cut your throat, got it?" Needless to say the DC stayed away from me. Then I saw my ex inside the building. I was concerned for her safety so I tried to follow her and get her out of the building. Then my dream kind of shifted to me going after my ex and the people with her in my dad's mini van. I had finally caught up with them and come to find out that the girl I thought was my ex was really just a disguise, a ruse to get me out of the building. Unfortunately I was unable to get back to the building because I soon woke up after my discovery.

So like I said, not really lucid but I think its great progress seeing as I actually got to the location and was able to manifest the beacon. My hopes for tonight is that I will become lucid and clear the roof of the building of any pesky DC and just wait to see if I make contact with another dreamer.

It was the beginning of a nightmare - I walked out of my bedroom to find my school janitor, Frank, and another older man I don't recognise standing in my back room. He was old, with greying hair and a beard, wearing tattered clothing. They were walking really, really slowly. I was confused and scared, I went to tell dad.

I found him in the office sitting on his computer. "Dad, Frank is in the back room!... wait, why would frank be in the back room... I must be dreaming!" I didn't RC, I was sure I was dreaming and the only thing on my mind was making this DC disappear.

I went to the kitchen and looked at the back room, the second older man was gone but Frank remained and he was MAD. He started to throw knives at me, but I dodged them all. I picked one up and threw it weakly at him, it didn't even reach him. I then picked up 2 or 3 knives with telekenesis and launched them at him, lodging them in his chest. He didn't even flinch. I went out to the back room and we started having a fist fight, but my hits were doing nothing to him. I grabbed a water bottle and poured water all over the floor and proceeded to gather it all onto Frank and freeze it. He kept moving, walking towards me, and I made it colder and colder and colder. Finally, I punched him in the jaw with a right hook and shattered parts of his chin.

We then, stopped. I can't remember why, but Frank was gone even though I didn't win; I knew he could have overpowered me. I looked back over the counter and there stood a man who looked a lot like Morgan Freeman, writing in a notepad, he had an angry presence about him, and disappeared. I then started to think about my lucid goals, right! DG! Find my DG, find my DG. I took off a jumper I was wearing, and while it was over my head, in the blackness of the dream I decided to try and teleport. I wanted to go to Hawaii, so I pictured a beach, with me standing next to the water, and a sailing boat floating by.

My teleportation wasn't successful, I didn't get an image to form around me like I had hoped. I thought about how I could meditate in this darkness, this void, just floating in nothingness for a long, long time. I was rushed though, I didn't want the dream to fade. I finished taking off my jumper and ended up lying on the floor of the kitchen. I stood up and the dream started to fade.

I tried to DEILD, and awoke to two REALLY loud barking noises.

I was in a restaurant and recognized characters in white or yellowish hoodies. They were going to kill
me and someone that I was with. I tried to get my friends attention to warn them. I don't think I was
able to warn them, but I got up and left the room before the evil people could kill me.

I was in a building that had lots of rooms because I kept running through different rooms to get away.
On two occasions, two small men would come through an open doorway to get me. Instead of running away,
I ran after them. They weren't expecting that and they ended up running away. Then a single guy came
through an open doorway. I ran after him and surprised, he ran away too.

Then I was at my dad's old house. I had a '65 limmo/charger in the garage. I was with 3 women in some
kind of costumes. One was a '50s waitress or something. Then there was one that I really liked, but I don't
remember what she was wearing. I think she was in black. Then there was another lady that I don't remember
anything about.

I commented on how odd it was that I was with three women.

My dad lived on a corner, so as we walked up one street, we had to pass the other street that ran along my
dad's house. I told the ladies I would come back for them. I went up to my dad's house trying not to be
noticed by the bad guys. I made it up to the garage where I saw my dad. My dad used to be
a trigger to lucid dreaming, but not so much lately.

My dad was showing me cap guns I could use to scare the bad guys. Then the guns he was offering became shrapnel guns.
The idea was like a .22 where there was a small projectile, but still a low caliber weapon. I thought it would be weak compared
to what the bad guys had.

My dad started showing me knives then. I thought that was worse than the guns. Then, when I decided I should at least get a
couple shrapnel guns, I found the knives more accessible. I loaded up on throwing knives.

I went over to the car in the garage. I uncovered it and got in. I was hoping it would start because it looked as though it had been
parked for some time. Before I got a chance to drive it and pick up the girls I was supposed to pick up, I dream-skipped.

I was in a house where the bad guys were still after me. I was looking out windows waiting for them. I had a shotgun. I was going to
be ready to blow them away. I decided that they would likely shoot a machine gun through the windows before they even got to my
place, so I found a window that they would hit last. I positioned myself so I could blow them away.

I remember cocking my shotgun. There was a handle on the shotgun slide I had to pull back and push back forward.

That was the end of the dream, but I had a hard time getting my shotgun ready, and I remember feeling great that I was ready. I
also remember taking a practice shot, but it may have been a mental practice shot.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Uneventful night, did have an annoying fight.

23.30: Sleep

09.00: Fight
I'm in a fight with a huge guy. He's got a huge mace in his hands. I run away from him, desperately looking for a weapon. I spot an axe similar to his hammer and I grab it. Damn it's heavy. I charge the man who starts swinging his hammer around him. I make sure he doesn't hit me, but I can barely lift my axe. I slip the axehead out of the shaft and hit him in the face with the stick. He laughs at me but I keep on hitting him. I spot a chain lying around and I grab it. I whack him in the head as much as I can with the chain and the stick but it doesn't seem to do any good.

I stumble upon another weapon, some kind of steel rod with hooks coming out from it. I shove it in his face and this time something happens. The guy stumbles backwards and I shove the hooks up his nose, down his throat, into his eyes. The hooks are dull and there's no blood. I keep on stabbing him as he falls down. Soon his entire face has swollen up and has a red and green colour. He's not hurt too bad, but I feel like it's enough. I drop the weapon and people around me cheer.

09.00: Dream class
I'm in a classroom full of people. The class I'm taking is a real life dreaming class. The teacher is my maths teacher. She appears to have been crying and tells us about her husband and something else. "Would it be possible for me to do a study? I'd like for people to try something out, since I'm a Dream Guide on the internet" I say. She tells me she'll think about it.

*I'm walking down a road. When I suddenly get lucid. I look at my hands. And the dream goes away in an instant. I'm left in darkness.

11.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Kinda boring weekend night, but not every night can be good. I wish that lucid didn't go away so fast...

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Just as a note: This whole dream was in anime form. I was riding in a air balloon to go visit a kingdom in the sky to visit my friend(who is also the princess of the kingdom). So I arrive and land the air balloon and when I step off, the princess comes from nowhere and jumps at me and gives me a hug and I hug her back(Although when I think back on this, isn't jumping at someone near the edge of a floating kingdom thousands of feet above the ground a bad idea? -.-'). She then grabs my hand and takes me to meet her other friends. There are 6 of them, all them are also royalty from nearby kingdoms(I was the only non-royal in the group). We hang out in the kingdom for the rest of the day(although i don't remember what we did) and tomorrow the princess wanted to go down to the city below and shop and stuff like that. The next day, I was making a dark yu-gi-oh deck(why, i have no clue. it has been awhile since i had seen anything yu-gi-oh related). Then I went off to where we were supposed to meet up. But one of the guys was blocking the door and he was with the princess. He then slammed her into and through the door(which was made out of glass and wood). She has some glass imbedded in her arms and body and was bleeding some but was otherwise ok somehow. I immediately take on the guy, but he didn't fight like a human(im guessing a demon or some screwed up experiment). He clawed at me with actual claws and when i tried grabbing him from behind, he twisted his head 180 degrees and slashed at my chest. Eventually though, I killed the guy.(I don't remember how though). I fight the rest of them, one after another as well, but I don't remember much of it at all. I do remember a butler helped me against the last of them, some girl. When it was all over, my shirt and chest had been shredded and soaked in blood but I felt fine. The princess ran to me and I held her as she cried. I do not remember a lot of the dream and some parts I just made up some stuff so it would flow better, I am not sure if what I put in those spots are accurate or not.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
MDP Rating: ★★★★★

This continuous lucid dream story will revolve around the aftermath of the films Iron Man 2, Thor, and The Incredible Hulk, which will not culminate in the Avengers team but something different. Many of the lines are rehearsed in daydreams so the actual dreams should play out relatively well. I don't know much about the Marvel universe (I've only seen the movies) and dreams are often unpredictable, so the story will probably have errors and mishaps, but I'll do my best. This is "part 2" of hopefully more dreams.

My Notes:

A bit less vivid than the last dream, and I lost my lucidity only a few minutes too early.

I started up on the top of a building. Who knows how that happened for me to end up there - but somehow, I had this very recent memory of being inside the building, which was like a library: I was in a small, off-limits section, which had warm lighting, smooth, concrete or laminate-type flooring of a more saturated tan color, and beige walls. There were also lots of bookshelves. I was in this room because I was looking for someone's phone number.

At this time, I was seeing from a third-person viewpoint for a few moments. I ventured toward a certain bookshelf that I somehow knew was important, and then I knelt down and pulled out a pale yellow book, only about 200 pages, that read "Phones" in bold, dark yellow, arial typefont on the side. I had pulled the book open to about a third of the way through, and I remember reading "Barry Vaven" and "Jurn (insert last name here because I can't remember it)". The text inside was incredibly small, probably six-point arial font, and the paper was almost translucent.

Back to the top of the building - the outside atmosphere reminded me of the scene when Cobb was leaving the helicopter in Inception , except it was day time, and the colors of the entire scenery were a bit warmer in nature. The building was probably thirty stories up - very tall, and there were other buildings, many other tall ones but some shorter, scattered around in a relatively realistic way. There was a basic black, straight railing lining three edges of the top of the building I was on. I walked to the edge with no railing and looked down, seeing all the tiny cars move on the very-detailed streets. I did not see any street lights at intersections, though. I then looked back and saw stairs; there was no small building on top with a door, just a neat, square hole in the building with concrete steps going down it.

I didn't take them though, because I became lucid. I looked around and did a nose-plug RC, which didn't allow me to breathe - if I was less aware, it probably would've stopped my lucidity there, but it didn't!

I was very unsure of what to do now, being in a place that I had no idea how to teleport from, and I knew that I probably didn't have time to walk inside, go down the stairs, and find a door. Thank goodness I knew the people involved in this part of the plot, though.

I looked out towards the city, still near the edge of the building but confident that no DCs would appear and push me over and have me fall. I stayed like this for a few moments, then I expected Betty Ross (Liv Tyler's biochemist character from The Incredible Hulk) to come up the stairs. I imagined there had been a meeting in the lower part of the building, a conference involving leading scientists, and it was over. Anyways, I heard her voice and turned around, only to find Natalie Portman's character from Thor, Jane Foster, instead. Her brown hair was down to a few inches past her shoulders. She was wearing jeans and a tan leather jacket; her shirt was white and had lace around the neck. I sighed and my head dropped disappointingly when I saw her, because I was trying to create a scenario and this wasn't what I had in mind.

"Hello, did you ask for me?" She sounded exactly like Jane Foster.

"No," I replied. "Sorry for the confusion. Is Elizabeth Ross around?"

Then I saw Elizabeth come up the stairs - it looked almost as if she wasn't walking, but more floating up the stairs. The last two or three steps did look normal, though. Portrayed in Liv Tyler's image, she too was wearing a brown leather jacket, although it was a chocolate brown, compared to Jane's lighter, almost tan jacket.

"Can we speak alone?" I asked Jane.

"Yeah," she said lightly. As I was facing her briefly, Elizabeth has appeared right beside me; when I turned to see her, I jumped a bit because of how much closer she was - it startled me.

Jane was gone now. That was weird.

The words I wanted to use came out perfectly, thanks to a high level of lucidity. "I couldn't risk saying this inside," I began. "I know a lot about you, probably... more than I should, but regardless. I know about Bruce."

She looked at me. I noticed that besides from the clothes, she almost resembled Arwen from Lord of the Rings - younger, in a sense, with longer hair, but I didn't want to be too picky about appearances. "I don't know who this Bruce is."

"Now's not the time to bullshit about this," I said, a bit fearful that I was losing both my dream control abilities and her actual character. A DC had behaved in an uninformed way once before, even though they were the exact character I'd wanted to show up.

"Do you know where he went? Where he is?" I pressed. I also asked this question again with a different wording, but I can't remember what exactly I'd said.

"No. I don't know where he is. But I'm thinking he's in B.C." She was a bit more open than I thought she'd be; I was hoping she'd think I was working as a military agent at first. Then she said, "who are you?"

"That's fine, thanks," I said, not wanting to struggle with any more dream control stuff.

Then I envisioned a squadron of military personnel coming up the stairs. Still looking out over the buildings in the city, I spun around when I heard a loud, metallic "thunk" on the ground behind me. I didn't expect that, but I did expect a confrontation - four or five men, in dark grey S.W.A.T. outfits and all holding metal, rifle-like guns, were crouched over them slightly and advancing towards me. Elizabeth spun around and started to panic. She said something inaudible.

"They're not here for you," I said, "they're here for me. I got information from them, and they didn't like that."

"What?" She sounded dazed, but incredulous.

"See you later," I told her the, starting to back up while keeping an eye on the people walking towards me.

And, I didn't mean to trip and fall off the side of the building (more like spin around and have an epic jump off the edge), but I did trip. Somehow, the edge of the building got way closer than I envisioned it before. My heel landed on the edge of the building and slid off, sending me backwards. I felt the air, and felt the dream start to blur vertically around me; on the way down, I was just saying angrily, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." I was certain I would lose the dream.

I didn't have more than three seconds before hitting the ground below, not feeling much of an impact at all; rather just the feeling of slowing down very fast, as if I'd landed and had sunk down a bit - but no, my feet were not in the cement; I'd landed normally. I looked up and noticed the building was much shorter than it was before; it was only three or four stories high now. I saw Elizabeth look over the edge, now wearing a white coat, but I didn't see the other people anymore. I did look around me, at street level, and observed a white strip of crosswalk rectangles; I was on the sidewalk, and there were no cars whatsoever. I looked around for S.H.I.E.L.D members. I didn't see anyone, but then I saw Whiplash's full-armor suit from the end of Iron Man 2 land in front of me, right on top of the crosswalk I'd seen earlier.

I was annoyed. I was expecting War Machine, but I hadn't visualized enough. "Wrong guy," I told him sternly, in the way I'd tell a character in a play to do something. "Go back, when I turn around, War Machine had better be there." I turned around and looked back; War Machine was now there - his suit looked thicker and slightly larger, especially around the shoulders and feet, but that was fine.

"You", I said in fake surprise. "You're still working with these fools?"

"Sorry man, I don't want to do this."

"Too bad, you're here now. Come on. Fight me. Set an example for everyone else up there."

War Machine held his arm out and fired a small, long bullet at me (it was just positioned loosely on top, without any attachments to the armor); it almost looked like that "ex-wife" thing that totally failed in the movie. This one, however, exploded when it hit me. I used my invulnerability, a very simple power, which let the fire slide right around and past me. The fire spread out and impeded my ability to see for an instance, but then it floated around me, as if there was a current in the air.

The air was filled with disbelief; I actually tried to make sure of this because I knew I was starting to lose my lucidity, and I wanted to keep the fight going with the same style and using the same plot. "Stay lucid, I'm dreaming, for crying out loud!" I said to myself.

As I become less and less lucid, the fight became less realistic. I got to hand-to-hand combat with War Machine, in which the blows only landed softly. When I was hit by a punch or another attack, I'd feel a bit of an impact, but then it'd slide off me like I was made of jello. When I punched his armor, I'd feel my hand flinch slightly, which I definitely didn't want to happen (not unless I was an ordinary character with no special abilities). At least I didn't lose in the end. He flew away a good two or three minutes afterwards; after he landed the last blow, in which I wiped my hand across my mouth and smirked confidently.

22.6.2011

Fragmented Return (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







Lucid Fragment: Death

★★☆☆☆

A battle for my life, for a friend's life, against Death itself raged on outside my house. Tall, hulking, bulging grey-flesh, a thin blob of a monster, Death wasn't your typical reaper, but that didn't matter to me. I couldn't let him take her, so I fought, blasted at the monster, darted around its attacks, tearing it down bit by bit, . .

Fragment: Chasing

★☆☆☆☆

In order to escape my prison, I chased this man through the corridor, looking from behind the glass as he ran me in circles. But I had an ace in my pocket, a special ability none of them knew about: Teleportation.

Fragment: Dragons

★★★☆☆

After decapitating their General with a butcher knife, I took to the skies, commanding my dragons against the enemy's. At first, they were just over-sized cards, but with a little imbued magic they came to life, fighting briefly before fading back into their two dimensional prison.