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I'm no stranger to grotesque nightmares, and last night was one of those weird ones...

My dad, brother, some stranger, and I were all sitting in this newly renovated house. High ceilings, hardwood floors, white walls, and brand new furniture. I can't remember why we were all there, but I kind of remember looking at this house as a possibility for a new home for me, my brother, and my dad, and the unknown man might have been the previous owner or one who was selling the house. We were all sitting in the living room, which was at ground level connected to the kitchen and had a large window making up most of the outside facing wall. We were all chatting when, all of a sudden, the previous owner (a tall, dark haired man with glasses) started frantically telling us about how this house is terribly haunted. (not such a good selling point).

Then we hear strange music, like jack-in-the-box music, coming from one of the bedrooms which also lead out to the kitchen. The man ran into the bedroom to retrieve an old Super Nintendo controller, not plugged into anything, yet it seemed to create this music. I was sitting on the carpet, with my back to the large window, facing the kitchen; I saw a floral pattern chair move on its own in the kitchen. I told my dad, who was sitting on the couch facing the large window. The air began to get thick and felt almost charged. I expressed to the others that we should REALLY get out of there. We all quickly proceeded to the door to find it covered around the frame by HUGE black spiders. Seriously, like spider bodies’ as big as my fist. I busted through the door with my dad and brother right behind me. We got out safely, the other man did not.

When I realized he didn't make it out, I immediately went to the large window looking into the living room. The man was panicked, frantic, trying his best to run to the door but something was keeping him in the room. He couldn't physically get out of the room. Then, the lights blew out, and the man was tossed about the room by an invisible force, like a rag doll. Then his body was stopped midair, he began to show cuts and wounds all over his body, he began to scream. I looked to the other side of the room, there standing in shadow, was a small girl, about the age of 11. Long dark hair to her waist, was staring at the man, with a devilish grin. Blood was oozing from her ears, eyes, and mouth yet she seemed to not be in any pain. She noticed I was watching the scene and looked me straight in the eye through the window, her own eyes shown only black pits. It was then I realized she was the one haunting the house, and causing the man pain. She then increased the man’s pain and torture, making his screams even louder. I was not lucid at any point in this dream, yet for some reason, I knew I could control the situation, or use some sort of power to help him. I stepped back from the window, put out my hands and forced my energy through the window and at the little girl/demon. It seemed to work for a time. I pushed her back; enough to make her hold on the man break, and his body fall to the floor. I continued my assault on the girl, trying every trick or power I could come up with. I knew that I just had to distract her long enough for the man to get to the door. I forced all my will and energy and made the girl’s head explode. I thought it was over. Then, as if someone pushed rewind, her head reconstructed itself; with a smile she continued her torture on the man. I kept trying; cutting off her head, slitting her throat, anything, but nothing took a lasting effect. I shouted to the man, “the moment I attack, run for the door!” I pulled out everything I could in that moment, but the man did not move. After my attempt he shouted back, “I can’t even move.” So angry and frustrated with my failed attempt, I screamed at the girl through the window, pounding my fists on the glass. I realized then that she had no concern for the man, and that her only goal was me. I then said, “She wants me, she’s trying to lure me in the house, knowing I can’t let that man die, knowing I would save him.” Her black eyes starring at me, never looking away. I turned away from the window, trying to think of a way to save the man. My dad, in awe of what he saw looked at me, “where did you learn that? Where did you gain that kind of power?” I couldn't answer and only looked away.
I woke up…

FINALLY had a lucid dream after months of a dry spell

I don’t remember much before my “ah ha!” moment when I became lucid. I just remember it was me and a few friends (or complete strangers I thought were my friends) were at this apartment complex/dormitory thing. It had multiple townhouses, upper scale dorm rooms, and little convenience stores that all faced at one particular point, which was like the outdoor common area for it’s residence.

Something was wrong, I can’t remember what, all I knew was that for some reason my friends and I need to get out of this complex but were unable to do so. (I kind of remember monsters or enemies of some kind surrounding the complex) So, we were trying and trying to break through their line and get free, but couldn't come up with a great plan to break out. Me and two other girls were standing beside a car (could have been one of theirs) looking at this huge blockade of men/monsters/barricade that blocked off the entrance to this complex. I can remember thinking “man I wish this was a dream, then I could just blow the fucker up…”

I stopped, thought about where I was for a minute, did my reality check and confirmed that I was in fact dreaming. As soon as I realized it, I busted out laughing as I kicked off the ground and started flying. My friends turned back and were in awe at what I was doing. All I could do was smile and shrug at them, I was so happy to have gained lucidity again. I flew over to the blockade, charged up this huge energy/fire ball and let ‘er fly at the blockade. It exploded, damaging the enemies defenses, allowing some residence to escape. I didn't want to leave the party just yet, so I flew around a bit, shooting energy balls at my enemies, all the while marveling at why I didn't realize I was dreaming before, everything looked and seemed so cartoony now. I fought a couple monsters, hand to hand, which was fun. After a while the scene started to bore me, and I started to experiment with my abilities outside the plot of the dream.

While a bunch of people were being chased by monsters and fleeing for their lives, I decided to try and create a carbon life form just from my mind (a particularly difficult task for me). So, I stopped flying, set myself atop a small grassy hill (which was still being surrounded by the battles and chaos) and tried to grow and bloom a flower on command. I knew that manifesting a separate life was different than manipulating the energies of myself, so I focused not on ME creating the flower, but instead I focused on the energies it would take the earth to create a flower. I put my hand to the earth, sending some of my energies to it through my hand, I imagined a tiny seed sprouting, creating roots to spread about the earth, and finally, I imagined it sprouting, growing, and blooming. Within seconds of me doing this, a beautiful pink, small, daisy-like flower sprouted and grew from the earth where I was focusing. I did it! I created life! It survived until some scared resident trampled it.

So, last night I had this dream where my brother and I, for some reason, were sent to this island for “punishment” for a crime, or something. This island was no ordinary prison. In fact, they don’t advertise it as a prison so that it wouldn't get shut down. This island would brain wash you into believing that this island was all there is, and that you needed to stay on this island for the rest of your life. You would be provided for, the basics, food, water, and shelter, but you had to work for them. You literally had to pledge your life to maintaining the island and for a reward you would get better facilities. But this was another form of brainwashing, keeping you obedient. You could NEVER leave, you would be shot upon attempt of escape, or worse, you would be captured and then put into the arena to fight for your life. You may face other inmates or traps to survive. You had no rights, and the authorities could do literally whatever they wanted to you. I was put into the arena a few times because I wanted to get me and my brother off the island. My brother was totally brainwashed and was content with staying there. At one point I remember being in the arena and realizing it was a dream. I think I said “bring it on, bitches”, and then had to battle a couple of bangle tigers, which wasn't hard being lucid. Oh, and Bree, you were there, but you gave me a box of used scarves to help me escape, though I have no fucking clue how that would help me…

Dream 1

I was with a girl in a really dark place. I was trying to type in the password to her computer, and I figured it out. Also there was a mansion somewhere, with a huge atrium. That's all I remember.

Dream 2

I was in college high school, where it was sort of like high school in that everything was in one building, but it was also like college in that everyone could choose to go to class at different times or not at all. I remember one of the people I went to high school with (he was also possibly a nazi, but he didn't really do much as one). After one of our classes together, he invited me to go smoke weed with him and his buddies. I said yeah. He gave me his number and said he would give me more details about it later. I then started walking to a town farther than my weed-buddy's condo (i think it was one). It was downtown of a town, and there were lots of stores and crap there. There was also a big tower that looked like the one in Seattle. Eventually, my weed-buddy texted me back to be there at five. I realized I had a class at that time and said I'd be there anyway.

I remember it almost being five and walking back to his condo. I went in and found him in the lobby or something. There were a few girls with him (one of them from my college hall irl, I'll call her V). We all went up to our friend's place after talking a bit and started smoking weed and drinking a bit of alcohol (possibly). Later on, we all started talking about having sex (in an orgy). Soon, we did have an orgy, but I never took my pants off. I then started 69ing V, with my pants still not off.... Later, after the sex, we went to a party in a lounge, and I told someone I never had a girl touch me. Then a girl with glasses and a blonde ponytail said she would give me a handjob, and she did. It felt good.

Later at this party, there were a shit ton of people. Everyone got drunk and we all started playing that game where the floor is hot lava, and we were jumping on couches and what-not. After the party was over the next morning, I needed to find my school stuff, and I asked a guy where it was. He responded with hostile remarks and said that "I wasn't good at 'floor-lava.'" I then became semi-lucid for a few seconds and said "die." I threw a couch at him, and he flew away from being hit by a couch. I was sucked back into the dream, forgetting it was a dream, and was transported to the principle's office. I was telling him about the incident. The end.

I find myself beaten and battered on the crags of some blighted cliff. I am underground, as it seems. All around me there is fire and brimstone. I stood high above, atop rocky platforms. A river of lava passed below and fire blazed in the air. I am crawling on my knees; I distinctly remember the long cuts on my back, the rips in my skin from some kind of animal. I leap across crag and crag, evading spouts of fire. There are many winged creatures flying in the air. I remember their opposition to me, several tried to push me off. I struggled with them, broke their wings, and threw them into the fires below.

At the end of my path is a man, though he is not possibly human. He is unnaturally tall and skeletal. The eyes of the skull glow red and bats swarm from out of his rips. Once I reach him, he holds out a hand and I am lifted into the air. My body immediately begins to burn, I bleed from every orifice on my body. Eyes, nose, ears, mouth, even my anal regions. Blood consumes me. In that instant my blood hardens to my skin, as I remember it. I have new skin, which is scarlet and curious. I drop to the ground with extreme force, yet I remain unharmed. With this, I am suddenly filled with a strange urge to jump off the cliff which my feet are planted. I inevitably jump...

In that moment, my heart races. I feel as though I have died in my dream. But I look, I have not fallen. I am skipping through the air as though there is a glass floor there. I levitate, I am invincible. The winged creatures fly towards me once more and begin firing at me with darts of flame. I am unaffected, my body moves in an array of powerful contortions even a skilled acrobat could never muster. My arms slash the creatures in half and they dissipate as clouds of ash. The power of my body is undeniable. Finally I drop myself, I am falling into the lava below. As I crash, I am engulfed in red. I am not singed by fire, rather I am frozen in place. I find my body evaporating and beginning to disappear. In that instant, I am gone.

Too bad the comp is over, that would have gotten me so many points
Really cool dream nonetheless.

Lucidity: 8.5/10
Control: 8.5/10
Vivacity: 8/10

First part of the dream is non lucid, basically I had a 10 minutes night of "sleep" before having to take a plane but missed it, then my father almost accidentally killed my step sister... We eventually set out for a tour in the Everglades, with my father, my brother and my sister. I'm looking for any signs of aligators. Eventually I find one in a lake which seems especially big. I understand why it seems so big when a big eye reveals itself under the "alligator's" body. Turns out it's not a gator but rather the top of the head of a T-Rex which shoots up in the air. It's somewhat small for such a creature: about twice my height... Still could cut you in half with a single bite though.I become lucid. Another dinosaurs appear south of nowhere and they both get in a fight. I'm kind of in the heat of the moment so I follow the others running. When I turn around, I see the T-Rex roaring in our direction: he's done with the other dinosaur. There's a high building in front of us, outside the swamps. I think about flying there but I feel like I won't be able to do it with the others in my arms. So I do the Spider-Man handsign thing to shoot a web onto a building behind my target and I take my family in my left arm. Then, I pull super hard onto the web, kind of slingshot ting us near the building's roof. I realize that we're going to crash into it so I give an extra momentum boost by attempting to fly. We land safely.

There on top of this building is a totally different scenery. It looks like a very clean city; all the walls are white, every facade of every building is homogenous. I rub my hands together, the other rescapees scatter in all directions. I remember my goals. First I want a task of the month. I kind of want to try the drawing one but I feel like it will take too much time, and I've much more demanding stuff to do. A large group of DCs split around me. I remember the farting task. I force a fart out.
"Euhm.. It-it was meee !"
No one cares, they just keep walking.
"Hey that was me," I repeat. Still no reactions
Well, I won't linger on that.

I need to steal Zeus's lightning rod. I remember about Pegasus, and how IRL, I thought would be easiest to summon him.
"Hey how are ya..."I say before turning around..."Pegasus."
I find no winged horse. I only notice a bright white cat. I try to summon Pegasus a few more times but I only find some kind of bright white animal and equally bright white glasses laying on the floor.
"Ok you can stop hiding, I know you're right behind that corner," I shout.
Finally I find, a bright white winged horse... Or small pony, rather.
You know what that'll do.
"Are you ready?" I ask.
He nods, and I mount him. He is just about as high as my hips. As he takes off I shout, "TO ZEUS!" then "TO ZEUS'S LIGHTNING", and finally "TO ZEUS'S LIGHTNING ROD!"

The flight is quite exciting. Pegasus is not very stable, and I'm worried about falling off because he's so small. I rub my hands against his fur, to stabilize. Everything is super realistic. Eventually, we reach the clouds and when we go past them, we find a huge golden chair... there is also some kind of safety locker, where I assume the lightning rod is. Before we can go any further, I feel a super powerful presence at my right... In a second, a huge pixelated version of Zeus emerges from the clouds, flying one hand forward. In the other hand is his lightning rod. In a very loud, very deep and mostly, very angry voice, he says...
“You will NOT take my lightning rod!”
I feel an urge to fly away, but I hold my ground.
Worth it.
I teleport off of Pegasus and throw a punch in Zeus’s Massive left side. As soon as my punch lands, I teleport to his opposite side and punch him there. Then, I teleport up a dozen meters above him, where I pull my open hand to my hips and fly down head first towards him… I focus on the “energy” around me which, as in throw my arm forward, converges inside of my arm; the energy reaches my knucles exactly when I strike Zeus. He is blasted onto the ground. I land onto him. I feel the dream destabilizing, but I won’t let it end now. I take the lightning bolt, and then allow myself to slip into a FA in which I write this dream down, before waking up for real.

Dream Fragment
An old fighter is telling me that he best up a legend. He tells me he beat up Bruce lee. I'm behind a door and his kicking it in trying to get to me. He can't seem To get in due to me holding it with legs. He's the brother of another fighter.

July 4, 2015

I am inside of a gas station type place. Some people have come in and tried to kill us with guns, but so far I have survived along with one other person who is with me. I open the door of the store and look outside. There is a river there along with lush vegetation at the banks of it. I see I boat pull up to the opposite bank of me and there are two people in it. They are being shot at and beg that the guy stops. One of the dudes uses the motor of the boat to block the bullets...but eventually the gunman gets close enough to them and takes them both out. I rush back inside the store and hide. The gunman comes in. I see my partner hiding behind a large metal box. I am so scared that I just dive into a closet at the back. It is pitch black in there. I an see the gunman coming towards my door because the door is slightly cracked open. I am praying that he goes away and I get lucky. He stops right in front of my door, looks around and decided no one is there, so he leaves. Then I'm outside at some camp thing with some friends of mine. It's at a single house in an open grass field with a forest surrounding it. We are all leaving towards our cars and I see two of my friends, C and T, get in a truck. There is another dude who I haven't seen before that gets in a truck behind him. For some reason I walk back over to the trucks and see what the other guy looks like. He looks exactly like T. I walked over to C to check if T was in the car because I thought he got in with him. I saw T and C in the same car however and I was very confused.

"If you're here, then who is that?"

I asked T. Immediately the copy of T smiled at me and pulled a gun out. He shot T and C in the head, then pointed his gun at me. Immediately I realized that this was a dream. I walked out from the left side of the car and acted all cocky.

"You think you can do that?" I asked the kid. "Well then I can do this."

I put my hand down by my side and drew an imaginary gun from my imaginary holster. I pointed my fingers at the dude's head and yelled "BANG". A hole appeared on his forehead with a little bit of blood dripping down. His head fell over and hit the dashboard. I was proud of myself for pulling that off, but right as I was about to walk away the DC got back up and smiled again like he was just joking. He then aimed his gun and shot me in the head. I could see the blood dripping from my head and I was about to die but then I realized I couldn't die, because it was my dream. So we shot back and forth at each other a few times and then I started running away. There was green grass and green trees everywhere. In the field to my left was some trees that were white and skinny. They had a few branches sicking out and on the end of the branches was a green bush. Other than that the trees were bare. I thought the dude had disappeared, but when I turned around he was coming at me and laughing like a maniac. I continued to run and then remembered a trick I had learned in an audio here on DV. I turned around and waited for the dude to get close to me. He now looked like a crazy version of spongebob. I barely had enough time to visualize him soaring away as I punched him before he got on me. I hit him and he went up into the air, not as far as I expected him to go but he still went pretty far. I turned around forgetting about him and remembered my goal to fly. I ran over to one of the skinny white trees and began climbing so I could jump off it. There was perfectly round columns of wood going around the tree in a circle. It started at the ground and as you continued going around you slowly went up and up. After I had jumped on the first log I felt the dream fading. I then jumped to the second log and woke up.

There was a machine that could read a human mind. How it works? You ask a certain question.. and the person does not have to answer it. The thought itself is enough. You aim the person with this machine.. and you have the answer. It is a powerful machine, and that is why some people are after it. They are already running the stairs to go higher into this old building. But on the floor where this machine is located, a boy lives. And he has special abilities. He can put anything out of the real life into a wall picture. And so, he used his power and this machine was projected to a wall painting. This guys could not take it.

Now the scene changes.. i am in an old car in the middle of Italy. We are waving with a yugoslavian flag, and singing partisan songs. And the local italian people dont like this at all.. and the fight begins.. scene fades away

Now i am in a dark room, with my friends.. we are drinking and singing songs, I am playing the guitar and we are arguing with a priest at the same time.. My ex takes my hand, and pulled me out of this room, away from this building. It is night time.. but many people are still walking the streets. We started to kiss.. with real passion.. we were burning hot.. starting to undress.. people were watching but.. it did not affect us very much.. we wanted to do more.. to get this passion out of our bodies.. we wanted to have sex somewhere.. but there were too many people around. And my ex said. " i truly wish, from my heart.. to turn the time around.. and find that boy.. who can put things into wall paintings.. because I want to put this moment into art.." And because she really wanted this to happen.. it did. The time turned around..

We were again in the room with the priest and the guitar.. singing.. and arguing. But music was playing backwards.. everyone thought whaaat is going on?? But only we know.. where is the catch.. Later we were in that car again.. and again the thugs came.. but now there was no problem.. because i knew exactly how the enemy will react.. so i beat them up very easily.. and then some agressive wild woman came.. and attacked me.. i dodged.. and hit her with one single strong punch into her kidney.. and i destroyed the kidney.. she was walking slowly away and she said that she must catch a plane, because she is on her way to vacation.. and i said.. dont go.. trust me on this one.. go to the doctor and you will live.. End of the dreams! too bad i have not reached that boy.. because i wanted to see how that picture of that beautiful moment would.. look like

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #263: Judo and Giants

As I lay back down post-WBTB, I get the sense that I’m starting to fall asleep. Just before bed, Dreamer had skyped me her most recent dream where she transitioned to WILD by rolling onto her side and partly more onto her stomach. (This one!) I try the same thing, worrying for a second that moving will spoil things, but it’s all fine. There’s a low buzzing sound and a dream starts to take shape. After a little more patience, I find myself outside on a street at night.

Among the people going by, I see a lost boy wandering around calling out for his mother. I ask him who his mother is and he says that it’s RBBB, someone I know from college. I decide that she’ll be close by, and sure enough I see her kneeling in an alcove carved out of a nearby brick building. I bring the boy to her and say, “Hey, [RBBB]! It’s [Canis]. Your son was looking for you.” She gives me a curt, rather cold nod and goes back to fervently praying as her son curls up next to her.

I review my goals and remember my two main ones: first, my 5-year-old son E’s idea to find him, take him to a playground so he could play with Elsa and Anna from Frozen. Second, Iokheira’s (aka NewArtemis) idea to find her and transform into wolves. :canislucidus:

I head down the street to start looking for E, but the DCs on the street start running in terror from something up ahead. There’s a stone giant stomping along the road ahead of me, and he grabs a car from the side of the road and flings it across the street into a grassy courtyard.



He comes straight for me, and I try to think of some way not to turn this into a fight, but it’s just not coming to me. The stone giant seems way too hostile, and the only option that comes to me is to try to end the combat as quickly as possible. I move my hands away from each other in a ripping gesture to pantomime tearing the stone giant apart. It works, and the giant blows apart into a huge scatter of boulders and pebbles.

I hurry past, but almost immediately the rocks start rolling back toward one another so that the giant can reform. Soon I catch sight of his shadow chasing after me, but I resolve not to turn around and instead just ignore him. Sure enough, he vanishes!

I come to the top of a tall series of stacked platforms that descend into the ground, sort of like a reverse parking garage. Every floor is packed with these large, amazing water fountains that flow into one another. I drop down a few levels, expecting to find my son E. And he’s there! He’s curled up in the corner crying, and I scoop him up in my arms. “Hey, don’t cry, buddy! This is a lucid dream! I’m going to try to take you to meet Elsa and Anna!” This settles him down, and I leap off the side of the fountain structure, floating softly about 80 feet or so to the ground.

At the bottom is a playground! I hop up on one of the wooden structures and set E down so that he can walk on his own. Together we cross a wooden bridge and in the middle we meet Elsa and Anna! “[E], look who it is!” They look similar to their appearance in the films, although their facial features occasionally rearrange in unusual, Picasso-like ways. E runs up to them and hugs Anna around the leg.



A crowd of DCs start pouring in, and we get separated for a moment. I feel a loss of stability and grab onto this old guy’s stomach to restabilize. To my surprise, I can feel that he’s clearly got abs. I say, “Dude, you’re like 60! How have you got abs?... Oh right, you’re a DC.” He and some of the other DCs laugh.

I return to where E and the Frozen princesses were, but they’ve been replaced by clear imposters. (The Elsa imposter is non-animated, black, and in her mid-50s!) I talk with the imposters for a bit but decide to move on to Iokheira’s idea, so I leave the playground, finding myself walking down the stairs in a house.

Up ahead I see Iokheira sprint by! I follow her path into the shadows of a living room, but when I get there, she’s gone. I turn back and look around for a bit before someone else comes down the stairs I entered from, a young strawberry blonde woman in her mid-20s. I ask her where Iokheira is and the woman answers that “Sorry, [Iokheira] doesn’t live here anymore.”

As I’m turning to leave, the strawberry blonde woman runs up and starts aggressively kissing me. It’s exciting to some degree but also a little scary. She pulls away for a moment to admit to me that she’s a “very slobbery kisser”, and sure enough, she becomes quite slobbery. Then she says, “And check this out!” As I watch, her left eye moves into the center of her forehead. She checks my face, seemingly expecting a horrified reaction. Instead I laugh and for a moment she seems disappointed not to have frightened me. She returns to aggressive kissing, and after things move on to sexytime, the dream fades...

I hold on for DEILD and I’m quickly back. I’m roaming the hallway of a house, and I continue a room-to-room search for Iokheira. In one of the rooms the light switch doesn’t work and I remark out loud that “That’s a bullshit schema!” I leave the hallway and enter a huge cathedral-like chamber that’s snaked through with all of these suspended balconies.

I run along one of these balconies until I’m confronted by an archeress, a brown-haired woman in her mid-40s. I try to ask for her help, but she starts saying a variety of strange, threatening things and looks like she’s going to take a shot at me. I grab onto her and do a Dreamer-style sacrifice JUDO throw, and it totally works! The archeress is still yelling at me, but I run away from her into a new room as the dream ends.

Finally lucid again
I have to get my priorities right though

Lucidity: 6/10
Control: 6/10
Vivacity: 7/10

My brother, a few other people an I are at my grandparents' house, listening to a dude who's telling us that there's a really good serial killer around. He says that the killer only kills people who are not doing anything (he means lazy freeloaders) and he shows us a video of two dudes falling dead near a river. He says that the dude (the killer) can kill absolutely anybody. No matter where he is, if he wants you to die, you die. Eventually, our storyteller ends his speech, and the group separates. I stay in the house (which has become quite dark and gloomy) with a few other people. I suddenly start to worry about an old friend of mine who was at the speech. As I run down the stairs to check up on her I "know" that the killer has had her.
When I come outside, she comes to me (the house now looks like the castle in Versailles), but I know that it's a trap. And right there, with the best serial killer who ever lived ready to annihilate us, we start making out for no reason at all . I become lucid because I'm putting in way too much tongue and yet she's still going.
Yes, I know, what a clever reason to become lucid
I think about dream sharing but I decide that I can do it in another lucid dream (like I'm getting a lot of LDs right now ). When I'm finally done, I decide to face the killer. There are tombstones poking out of the ground. The killer pulls out a medieval sword out of nowhere and I get a 3rd person view of him charging at me with swords jabbed into the ground everywhere; I understand that his specialty (the term that comes to me in the dream is "noble phantasm," from fate/zero) is to turn any object into a weapon. Still in 3rd person, I reach over my head and focus on my sense of touch to summon a sword (which I drew about a month ago). Back in 1rst person I prepare myself for a sword fight, but then I realize that if the dude's specialty is to make swords out of anything, he must be a damn good swordsman. So, I pull my right hand to my chest, and quickly push it forward as I focus on the "sensation" of the killer's body. He goes flying, and I start making out with the girl again, until I wake up :l

12/15/2014
"Once the Sun Goes Down..."
(Lucid)

I was in a supernatural town, where everything apparently goes ape-shit, after dark. (Think 'Silent Hill''.) People turn into zombies; monsters come out to prowl - the whole nine.

My first experience with this town was absolute horror. Everyone around was sporadically transforming into Nightmare Creatures, and it seemed as if they were fixated on me. I was constantly on the run, with a new 'breed' of monster popping up around every other corner. I came to be sprinting through the high, balcony walkways of a massive castle when I was confronted by some sort of 'spinning wheel of death'. It radiated red and orange sparks and whizzed through the air like a large Frisbee, ricocheting off of the walls and stone surfaces as I ducked and dodged out of its way. Shortly after escaping this disc, I began to hear thunderous footsteps approaching me from behind. Something big was coming. I ran faster through the hall, trying to put as much distance between myself and those giant footsteps as I could.

Then, the dream reset.

I don't know if I was eventually killed by something, or what, but the dream suddenly zapped me back to sundown, and to the very start of this town's hellish transformation. This time, though, I was aware fact that my experience had just started over, and that it wasn't simply Deja Vu. I realized that this was a dream! Again nightfall came, and again, the populace of this city turned to hideous, blood-thirsty monsters.

This time, though, I was able to tear through the beasts with little resistance, acting as a warrior god among these now-harmless hordes. Utilizing mostly telekinesis and simple energy blasts from my hands, and following pretty much the same path as I had previously taken through this world, I was soon back up in the castle, confidently (and whimsically) fighting my way through the hallways and back onto the balcony. Just as before, I saw the 'spinning wheel of death', however, this time, it was inactive. It looked to be just a rickety, old sewing wheel with blades set around it, propped up against the balcony, but it lacked the glowing, rotating element of 'surefire death' that it had, the last time I saw it.

Then, those booming footsteps returned, just as before. Instead of running, though, I turned back to face their origin, surprised to see Thanos, of all people, stomping his way toward me. Even while lucid, I hesitated to rush at my mental projection of an advancing Thanos, so I took a flying leap off of the balcony and dove all the way down to the ground level. The titan followed suit and landed directly behind me. We then began a sort of cat-and-mouse down the side of the mountain upon which the castle rested. Even though I was lucid, I was admittedly on the defensive, but I was doing a good job of blocking and dodging his rushing attacks as he pursued me down the mountainside.

The chase was the last thing I remember.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #259: Flurries on the 58th Floor

I’m an operative infiltrating an office building. My enemies have seen me before and know my face, so I have to enter as stealthily as I can. I enter through some side entrance high up on a section of rooftop, and I have a vague memory of arriving by helicopter. There’s a huge “59” written on the wall -- this is the 59th floor.

I run up, but it’s a dead end that leads back out to another roof. Okay, down instead. As I arrive at the 58th floor, I hear a door open nearby and a security guard steps into view. He looks like an easygoing family man, black, mid-40s, naturally cheerful face. But I can’t let myself get found out. “I’m sorry,” I say, and I rush forward, punching him in the face and then kicking him in the chest.

He somehow bounces away down the hall and I lose track of him. I run down the hall after him, and it twists and turns confusingly as I go. This all seems so strange and I remember that I must be having a lucid dream. In preparation for this dream, I used Dreamer’s goal-chaining technique, and as I become lucid, the excitement of lucidity is followed by the sense of cold, and I remember my intent to summon snow for Dreamer. (She’s never seen snow in waking life!)

I walk through the hall, spending a little time examining my surroundings and narrating out loud that “this is a lucid dream.” Once I feel settled, I tell Dreamer that she’s here in this office building too. She doesn’t appear right away, though, so for now I focus on summoning some snow. I imagine myself smushing up snow in my hand to form a snowball, and as I do that, snow begins gently falling around me as well. The snowball is a little too small and rock-like to be fun, so I discard it.

I walk into an office enclosed by glass walls, and a group of 4 or 5 women follow closely behind me. One of them is Dreamer! She’s pushing a stroller! She looks like herself but older, maybe ten years older than she is now, and she’s wearing a purple head scarf like she came prepared for the cold.



The other women are close friends or relatives, and they’re all here on some kind of important business to do with the baby in the stroller. Amazingly, I don’t look to see who or what is inside the stroller! I say to Dreamer “You’re here!” and do a little ta-daaaa with my hands. “I’m having a lucid dream!”

She laughs like I’m joking and says no, she’s got to focus. This meeting is really important to her. I insist that this is a dream, saying something like: “I was infiltrating this place and then bam! Lucidity! I used your goal-chaining technique, just like the last lucid!”

“Ah,” she says, “like when I had the [???] series!” The other women nod and smile at the apparent memory. “We had some fun with that one!”

“Yeah!” I tell her. “I wanted to show you this!” And the snowfall begins again.

Dreamer looks up and smiles. “Is that snow?” She looks excited and torn between enjoying the snow and following through with the story behind the dream plot. She looks like she's toying with the idea of opening her mouth toward the ceiling and letting snowflakes fall onto her tongue.

I see a handful of people dressed in suits waiting at a desk for the meeting with Dreamer and her posse. I ignore the suits, focusing my energy on the snow, and hoping they’ll fade into the background. There’s a bit more quiet snowfall before the dream ends.

This lucid is from an afternoon nap on November 30th, 2014.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #257: The Word of Power

I’m participating in an extreme sport where I have to walk along a skinny white railing, then jump and rope-swing onto the surface of a yacht over and over again. The crowd goes crazy every time that I do this!

Oop, now I’m in a stone chamber below some kind of battle arena, dressed in a badass robotic exoskeleton. Apparently all of that was just training for an upcoming combat. There’s some other exoskeleton-clad guy here who looks like Kevin Durant, and I apparently believe he’s my partner. There’s a grimy mechanic here (an attractive, dark-haired woman in her late 30s) attaching a minigun to his suit.



Kevin Durant hoots with joy and sprays gunfire around the room, shouting about what a genius the mechanic is and how much ass he’s going to kick in the upcoming battle. The mechanic smiles in amusement and calmly walks out of the chamber. All of the action gets me all excited too and somehow it occurs to me that this is like a dream, bringing me into lucidity.

The presence of the Kevin Durant character fades and all I can think about is testing out this suit I’m wearing. I wonder whether it has a “bull charge” feature that lets me go charging forward to crash into stuff and whoooosh, there I go! I smash into one of the chamber’s stone walls. (The dream’s frame rate drops dramatically as I do this.) There’s a large button on the wall, and I throw a punch at it. Satisfyingly, it lights up when I hit it!

I go back and forth, crashing into the walls of the chamber until I’m pretty happy with this feature. At some point I notice a huge bearded guy (probably about 10 feet tall) standing in the middle of room in handcuffs, looking surly. I think that he’s supposed to be some kind of sparring partner, so I throw a completely guilt-free punch at him. It just taps him, though, and he doesn’t react beyond shifting his surly gaze to me.

I think that I need to focus my dream control more, and I remember how effective it’s been for me to vocalize my intention and sometimes even use profanity. “Yaaarrrggh!” I blubber, punching the giant in the ribs. It doesn’t feel very effective, though. I follow up with a kick to the upper thigh, loudly exclaiming...

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”Buttfuck!!”

as the kick lands. The strike feels really solid and forceful, and the giant grimaces before turning around and walking off. I immediately feel embarrassed that I’ll have to journal that this is how I improved my dream control and wish that I’d chosen a different word.

I start investigating whether there’s a way into the main arena, and as I approach a dusty upward ramp, the dream ends.

11/28/14 Epic sex LD. I am walking around the inside and outside of a house and seem to have trouble figuring out the layout and what leads to the backyard what leads to the front yard. When I make my way outside I go through what looks like the front but it is actually a fenced in backyard I guess and the gate leads to another unit I guess it is a duplex. I make my way back through what seems like the back and out onto the street and this whole time its just me walking around. I think that I'm already getting suspicious that this is a dream. I run into a guy out front and something about the previous scenario and something about this guy makes me realize I am dreaming. I float up into the air and get ready to fly but the guy grabs hold of my ankle and I motion and shoot an energy burst at him and he let's go but then another guy comes and I decided to try a more traditional flying left hook. After a few hits I'm able to get away and I fly off. I wonder if there was something I should have stayed there for and perhaps I could have asked those DC's why they were trying to hold me back and what they represent. (But then I probably wouldn't have had the experience that comes next.) I'm flying and the visuals have gone a bit gray on me so I decide to visualize where I'd like to end up. I visualize a huge crowd of beautiful women in bikinis and before long they start forming but not real clear but good enough and I land in the middle of the crowd of beautiful women, and just send out the message that we'll

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have one big orgy. It is using something like telepathy but not exactly since this is all happening inside my brain, this is all my dream so of course all I have to do is think what I want to happen! I feel around on quite a few different women before I choose one woman to focus on and she has nice size breasts and beautiful silky skin and her nipples are little bit pale but so beautiful.

She looks like a natural blonde petite and very sexy. There are two sexy Asian women nearby and I will them to come over and

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lick her breasts while I have intercourse

with the blonde. They are a little bit foggy but the blonde is not in the least! She is very vivid! I will another woman to come up behind me and hold me and

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touch me while I continue to thrust into the blonde.

I notice that the blonde seems a bit disinterested and even at one point reaches over to a pen and notebook and writes a few quick notes. Funny I guess...but I want you at least pretending like you are enjoying this! At this point I actually speak with my mouth and I say I want

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you to moan <snip>, it is quite sexy. She does it a little bit and I look around and back down and I seem to lose the visuals but I still have some of the feeling and I continue to thrust

and eventually the visuals come back but I am in a bedroom and the woman is now my wife.

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We continue having sex

but at some point my wife says that someone is coming and I forget what name she used but it sounded like someone important. This is one of those moments that can try to pull you away from lucidity especially after the fading transition from that extra-ordinary scene to this more normal setting. The person comes in, she is a butch stocky short haired blonde woman and my wife seems concerned. I say it is ok this is all just a dream and I decide to float up just to confirm it in my head. Sure enough I float up and decided to

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pull back out my "ahem" and offer it up to my wife's mouth. She looks at it like that thing has been so many places just recently. It looks significant but slightly flaccid and an image of a child size one

shows up on the opposite side of what is becoming more of a narrowed tunnel vision. Eventually the visuals fade and I decide not to fight it and at first feel like I am in a void but then feel myself back in bed, I've already had a terrific experience and I want to make sure I commit as much as I can of that experience to memory and record it. 238