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    1. cclxxxviii. Mining disappointment, abandoned palace, gangster murder and get away

      by , 06-23-2021 at 10:35 AM
      23rd June 2021

      Fragment:

      I'm mining in a cave with H. It's a mix of MC and BL, I find a block of ruby ore and dig it out. Disappointed with finding only one piece, I dig some more of the surrounding area, maybe two or three block radius. I don't find any more ore of any kind but I've uncovered this old and damaged wooden door. It leads into a 2x2 (blockwise) space, also mostly in wood and more realistic. It's all dark stain but looks old like watermarked and scratched.

      There's another door opposite, it has cracks and through them and the bottom of the door blue-ish daylight comes through. I tell H to come or something and I open the door. Then on the other side I'm in a small hall I think. It's like many palaces like ones I've visited in my native country, in terms of style and so on. There's an arching double door made of wood, painted white, it has windows on the top half and the rest of the hall has several large latticed windows along the same wall.

      Through the double door is a covered courtyard, kind of, it's more like a square and covered landing at the top of some stairs and apart from some iron bars and the stone-like roof, it's open to the elements. This roof is low and not far from my head, if I had claustrophobia I'd probably consider it to be a claustrophobic space. I look around. This bit has a pattern-decorated tile floor, white and yellow? It's relatively high here, some four or five stories at a guess and below I see a much bigger courtyard with a road and some dried-up stone fountains.

      I also look upwards where I can. It's an overcast day I think and I see more of the palace building sections, understanding it to be a convoluted layout. In the dream, I'm excited and verbally share my excitement with H, I think implying that I'll be taking it over or something.

      (recall gap)

      Arriving at some prison in a car, a road curves around the bottom of a cliffside and it's relatively flat down here. There's a look of North American deserts to this cliffy area. I get out of the car and approach the prison entrance, there are some purple-clothed gangsters that seem to have come out of GTA:SA; I shoot their leader with an oversized desert eagle, the rest of them become agitated and I threaten them calmly not to try anything or they'll be next.

      I walk past them, past the prison entrance and to a bit on the side of this prison complex. There's a garage and a damaged car. Someone fixes up the car and I take it away, with someone else sitting at the back. Then I see myself driving it in third person and when I go too fast, this other person sitting at the back gets whipped out from the rear window but holds on. There's some interface showing me their health rapidly decreasing and as I slow down, it returns a little. I determine that I can only do short bursts of speed because he must survive. Police chase after us but I am not too concerned, more annoyed than anything, expecting to lose them soon.



      Notes:


      - Apart from the fact that I had watched a Star Trek episode last night involving a prison planet, I can't really figure out where the GTA sequence might have stemmed from. It was an extremely casual sequence where I was not exactly myself and was more just a character myself.

      - The palace matched all of my expectations for how that type of place would look, single pane glazing, somewhat old and not taken care of, in a certain style, etc. I have not been to any such palace or similar styled building in quite some time, years really.

      - We have recently been thinking about playing Minecraft again but we haven't made any decisions yet, especially since we want to use some mods. I have some longing for mining and building, which both that part and the part about the palace seem to relate to.

      - There was something in that recall gap but it seems to have evaporated. I can only vaguely recall some disjointed scenes.
    2. #276 - I died

      by , 09-03-2017 at 10:18 AM (The Oneironaut's Odyssey)
      It's been 3/4 of a year since I stopped lucid dreaming, lately I've been making an effort to take it up since I can fit it into my life again. I've made no real attempts, just meditating and going to sleep earlier... But last night I got home late and had one heck of an experience.

      Dream - I Died
      I'm in a museum with someone else (a friend I think), it's no where I know IRL. I look up and see a huge dome shaped skylight and on either side of the room there are stairs spiraling up. Me and my friend move on to another room where there's a lot of clockwork items behind glass display cases. I look around a bit and see that they're really varied in purposes, I thought at first they were actual clocks but begin to see that they're actually ancient and steam-punk.

      (gap in dream/memory)

      I'm at my friends place in their living room, it's a small flat with simple furniture but the place has a lot of character (dark goth art and melted candles, looks like a witch's coven). My friend and his gf who live there together have gone somewhere and I'm sitting on the sofa, it's dark and wet outside. The front door bursts open and my friends GF's dad walks in and sees me - he thinks I'm a burglar. (IRL I know he's a gang member and he's the standard 'big dude with a motorbike and leather jacket' type). He's instantly mad and rushes up to me and pulls out a gun - I panic and put my hands up saying "No don't shoot I'm Daniels friend!" but he doesn't hear me. He just screams "What the F*** are you doing here and who the f*** are you!", but he doesn't wait for a reply - his gun fires and shudders my ears. I feel the hole it ripped in my chest, and the blood spilling from it. I'm breathless and in shock, I knew I was going to die.
      I wake up but I still feel like I'm dying, the memory of being shot was so vivid that I was confused about where I was - am I in hospital? No.. I'm okay. I had to physically check my chest was okay since it seemed so real, I think this is the 3rd death-by-gunshot dream I've had and it's the most vivid one too.
    3. Chicagoland

      by , 08-06-2016 at 11:34 PM (The Dream Adventures of MadMonkey)
      Note to self: Make a point of getting out of bed durring WBTB. Otherwise you won't become awake enough to get a lucid and may even fall asleep before journaling your dreams.

      08.06.2016
      07:20 AM
      Chicagoland Gangster (MILD)

      I am helping my dad put up the Christmas lights at night. I notice the neighbor is putting his up too but he is trying to do it as fast as possible. He has 6 ladders so he doesn't have to keep moving them. I say he should be careful but he doesn't set up a ladder right and falls off and the whole house falls over with him. I run over and ask if he is okay. He moans in pain. I ask where it hurts and he hold out his arm. I tell him to move his fingers and he can so I feel his arm for breaks. I can't find any but he winces when I touch his shoulder. I tell him he may have gotten away with just bruises but he is very lucky.

      I go back to the house and realize it is my sister's house in the suburbs south of Chicago. There is a bunch of family over for Christmas I guess and my nieces and nephews are running around. I go to eat some food but their dog runs up to get my attention and sits in my food. My brother laughs and I throw away the food. The kids run outside and I follow to see what they are up to. I loose them and start to fly to follow them without actually becoming lucid. I see there are many DCs loitering around and I ask them what they are doing out at night. "The weather is so nice." They explain. "Ya, I guess because I'm from California I am used to clear skies." Wait, that doesn't explain why they are out at night. I fly up higher and see the city before me but it looks like a fanciful city with castles and sci fi parts and shiny blue buildings. There are different districts with different styles. It reminds me sort of Disneyland and also some of the Lego sets from the 90s.

      I land in a busy intersection closer to the city and become fully lucid spontaneously.
      I do a nose plug RC and my nose feels a bit stuff but it still works. I look around and before I can remember my goals I see a DC that stands out. He wears a grey suit over a white shirt and tie. His arms aren't in the sleeves the jacket is just hung over his shoulders. He also has a tan fedora on. His arm is around a blond woman and he is pointing something out to her. I remember I am suppose to be finding a gangster who stole something from a rich DC. "Hey you!" I should while floating in the intersection. He doesn't notice. "Hey you! I know you are a gangster!" That gets his attention. He makes an intimidating face while he looks around but when he actually spots me floating above him he looks scared and runs, leaving the woman behind confused. I give chase and easily keep up by flying. He has a pistol and shoots back at me while running. I use telekinesis to slow down the bullets and nudge them to the side. He throws the pistol to the side turns around. He drops the jacket from his shoulders revealing tommy machine gun! He unloads on me in full auto. I don't have time to slow down the bullets so must deflect the entire stream which is much more difficult. I have to strafe to the side in the air and start to bend the stream of bullets even harder. I have an idea and curve the bullets into a u shape back towards the gangster. The bullets hit the ground behind him and I refine my aim until it hits him. He drops down to one knee and I think it's over but he starts shooting once again. I can't hold his aim for ever so I remember my plan for just this situation. I reach out my other hand and use telekinesis with that hand to grab the barrel of the gun and bend it upwards. The gun explodes in his face and he is flung backwards.

      I touch down and the dream starts to destabilize while I walk toward the body. I touch some fence but the body is still blurry. I get to the body and focus on the details and restabilize. I see that it is a woman who has been hit in the cross fire. I think to call the police but realize she is already dead. I promise myself never to let DCs get hurt on my missions again. I turn back and find the gangsters body a few feet away. I feel around his clothes and to try and find his pocket. I notice he is only shot once in the chest and he is probably going to survive. I find his pocket and pull out a ziplock back. Inside there is a clear bag of crystals and two black fabric bags. I take out one of the black bags and look inside. It is filled to the brim with diamonds! I put the bags back in my pocket and realize I didn't have a plan for what to do next and feel like I have plenty of dream time left. I consider having sex to reward myself and fly away to take another look at the city. The different districts are layed out the same as they were before and I wonder if I can visit it again. I also see a district that looks like Edo Japan and a Colosseum with a horse race track next to it. I consider summoning Juliana but decide to do that next time. I see a roller coaster with a lot of DCs in line so I go down there to explore. The line goes through an under ground structure and I go in. I realize I have to pee and find the mens bathroom. I am about to go but realize it's a really bad idea to pee in a dream. I go back outside and see a woman in skimpy athletic clothing talking to another DC. I strike up a conversation with them and they say there is a full gym in this complex as well as a lot of other attractions. The girl invites me to work out with her and I accept. She is more interesting to talk to than have sex with anyways. She asks "What should I work on today. What about my legs?" puts her foot up on the wall. I say,"To be honest those are the nicest legs I have ever seen." She says,"Oh thanks. It's probably because I do karate." and she ties her shoes.
      I start to loose lucidity as I walk with her to the gym and we talk about karate. She says she does a form of french karate that I have never heard of. I wonder if I have heard of that before and wake up.

      08.06.2016
      10:20 AM
      I'm Not Your Dream Guide! (MILD)

      I find myself in a street in Chicago. Real Chicago this time. I feel like I am in a canyon because the buildings are all so tall. There is one hill where the road is extremly steep. I slide down it on my knees and feel that I can sort of float. I become lucid and fly down to the street corner. There is a movie theater and I go under the overhang of the box office to get into the shade. I stick my hands back and feel a hand grab it. I pull the person forward but they are invisible even though I can feel them. I let go and try again, this time with both hands. It is more vivid this time and I pull them forward so they are hugging me from behind. I notice they are shorter than me and don't really feel like my dream guide but I pretend not to notice. "Juliana?" I ask and look behind me. It is a girl with black hair in a bun, a black top, and a white skirt with pokadots. They actully look more like Mila Kunis than Juliana but for some reason I just pretend they are Juliana. I ask here where her hat is and she says,"What hat?" I see a hat stuck in the rafters and think it must have blown off in the summoning. I tell her to use magic to get it down but she says she can't. I fly up and put it on her head. It is a white witches hat with a spiraling piece of metal supporting the point. She says,"I don't wan't to wear a hat!". I reply,"But it is a cute outfit." and she say, "But it is to humid for a hat!" and throws it on the ground. This doesn't really seem like my dream guide but I say she should teach me some magic. She says she doesn't know what I'm talking about and I say,"But your my dream guide." and she says,"I'm not your dream guide!"

      A group of DCs walks up to go into the theater and one of them is my friend. I high five him but he gets pulled inside by the other DCs. He stops at the door to ask,"Hey, are we still going to go to vegas later this month?" and I say, "Ya, I'll message you." I turn back to the girl and wonder why she is being a bitch and wake up.
      It is only after waking up that it wasn't Juliana and I sort of messed up. haha Next time I will make sure to summon someone who is a bit taller than me so I don't doubt whether it is her and have it turn into someone else.
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      lucid
    4. No Hit After All

      by , 09-09-2015 at 12:41 PM
      Morning of September 9, 2015. Wednesday.



      In the first part of my dream, which does not flow directly into the next scenes, I am on stage playing a flute for a seemingly long time; a very long version of “For My Lady” (from Seventh Sojourn from 1972, which I had on cassette for a number of years) and I seem to actually be performing with The Moody Blues. From here, I eventually fly from the stage into an (at first) unknown region.

      I decide to walk for awhile. Eventually, I seem to be in an undesirable part of town. For some reason, an unknown male approaches me. I first think that his intent is to rob me, so I say how I know (I think) someone named Tony, who apparently leads a group of gangsters. I had never met this person, but the other male walks back to his apartment building, taking me along in a friendly manner.

      When we reach the building and the small room which is somewhat kitchen-like, there is a young gangster in a T-shirt who is smoking and who is apparently the leader. He is seated on a small wooden chair. A burly male stands by another door. Oddly, the leader seems to acknowledge me as “David”, which the other male calls me as if that is my actual name (though I can tell he does not remember me - though also can sense he accepts me as someone he knew years ago). I get a vague impression that David was the human name of the Incredible Hulk, but it is not pertinent to any aspect of my dream. I really do not want to hang around these people so I make the excuse that I will leave and do a “hit” for them, as the leader seems to be broke and the idea of a “hit” is supposedly to get money (rather than just kill someone) and not necessarily kill the person you are robbing.

      I leave and eventually reach the front of the building. Unexpectedly, the “staircase” is made of old pieces of railroad ties that were split in half and are arranged downward like a diagonal crooked ladder rather than steps. I have to climb down, which is somewhat annoying, trying on both my stomach and in crab position. Two very happy young Jamaican boys (probably only about three years old) are also playing on the diagonal ladder on my left and climbing down. I have a bit of concern for them, as the structure eventually goes down into seemingly deep water. An immensely overweight Jamaican woman is on my right and has to climb over me to get to her children but it is not that problematic and there is no drama. Humorously, now is the time I pick to fly up and away, rather than having done it from the top of the problematic faux staircase.

      From here, I fly north down Tenth Street, past the King Street boarding house on the corner and to my left, flying about five feet from the ground. Someone shouts as if annoyed, so I fly much higher, but then fly back down to about ten feet from the street. Eventually, I think about visiting relatives, but soon realize that most of my relatives in this region have died. I fly past an unfamiliar bakery (which is on my right) where there is a red-haired girl visible through the large front windows and seemingly taking something out of a large oven, possibly muffins or cookies. I wave absentmindedly and she waves back but does not seem that friendly. I somehow think it is Anita (who never had red hair) but then I realize it is my wife’s younger half-sister Leila, who we have not seen in years (and she has never been to America as far as I know). I continue to fly on and upward and then decide that I should fly back home so I can “finally” wake up (even though I had not been actively lucid at any point). I am glad to wake up and be “back” with my wife and family.
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      non-lucid
    5. Old Days (Between 6th December 2010 and 7 th December 2010 ---- Third Dream)

      by , 10-08-2011 at 08:03 PM (Oneiric Mirror)
      Judging by the style of people and cars it was apparently 1920 or 1936.
      I was in a house in a forest, it was Autumn, because the trees were "dry", and the leaves were falling. There were dirt roads..with the width of a car.

      I was in a house (hospital?). Another person was with me (had black hair, dark suit with white stripes, like a gangster). The hair was combed to the side.
      This person reminded me physically Leonardo DiCaprio in the movie Inception. I, despite being sick,in bed, wanted to leave, to visit a twenty year old woman, but that person didn´t let me go visit her, because like me, he was in love with her. So he did everything for me not to go. He tried to chase me and lock me inside the house.
      I got out of the house.

      I grabbed my car, which was one of those old convertible Mercedes, painted in a dark green color, and went to see the woman.
      He must have called the police because I was on the way (still in the woods) and I see and hear an old police car coming towards,it had a loud siren. And behind that car,there was another, one that I knew it was the FBI. The car was dark. And it was that blond "Cold Cases" detective that was driving it.

      As i saw these 2 cars approaching, turned right to an "open terrain in the woods" where there was a white house made of wooden boards, seemed likethose houses of the Quakers ... And the car parked there, I lay on the ground waiting for them to go on the main road and not see me. Even lying on the ground, as the police car approached I was afraid they could see me, but they moved on, when the second car was coming, I thought that if the first did not see me, the second also wouldn't see me ... but the second car saw me. I was discovered by the blonde detective.

      Updated 10-16-2011 at 04:09 PM by 49505

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      non-lucid
    6. Hostage Situation

      by , 07-29-2011 at 09:51 PM (Torra)
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      Updated 11-06-2011 at 02:39 AM by 39215

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      non-lucid