02.08.2011Bundle of Fragments (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was engaged in an m3 shotgun fight with somebody. I killed them and another person came up. I jumped over them and shot them in the head. ------------ Jordan Mencel decided to take off from his regular music and was singing a concert. He sounded absolutely terrible. He was autotuned, but it was like... 15 cents flat every time. It sounded very raspy. ------------ Metro Police from HL2 came into my house to search for money printers. "You can't prove that. You need a warrant. They looked pretty intimidating, but I wasn't giving in one bit. "You need a warrant. You can't prove I have anything." ------------ cut mp3. Those two words say it all really. Nothing to explain here. Cutting mp3s in FL Studio 9 or 10. ------------ I was in my old theatre teacher's class. We were in the auditorium doing something for a play. No clue what she failed/should have passed.. All I know is what I was thinking. A girl failed and was crying hysterically. She couldn't understand it either. (neither could I, she should have passed with flying colors). The teacher said "appreciate your the talents you have and quit crying over this." ------------ Another girl from this same class was playing a rock concert. She was playing guitar. She wore a short pink dress, it was mega hot. Haha. ------------ I was in a minecraft world (though it wasn't cubed or 16x16 texture. It was like real life. "I need some dirt blocks to finish this." I said. The skidder looked at me, made a few futuristic noises, and said "over there." He was holding a minecraft block (or rather, sphere) of the globe. I went over and grabbed this ball of dirt and carried it and continued building my dirt wall. ------------
(non-lucid notes) I don't remember the first dream, but it had something to do with minecraft. I woke up for a few minutes, then fell asleep again. [COLOR="black']There was a girl waiting in a small room, and she was holding a handgun. The door opened, and led into a much larger room. She tried to go through very quietly, and looked into the window of the next room. There were zombies and headcrabs, most of them were hiding behind boxes. She paniked and her eyes turned white, then she just walked through the room and the zombies ignored her. There was a hallway, and flames shot out of the side when she walked past. She also somehow ignored the flames, and didn't catch on fire. The final door led to an icy room with two tracks and two sleds. One of them was a toboggan, and the other was a blue sled with metal runners. She said something about the toboggan being unstable, and went down the track in the blue sled. Below the track was a pit filled with zombies, so I guess it was important not to fall off. She dropped someth9ing important into the pit, then the dream faded away. ~~ I was in the yard of a house I have never seen before, with my two brothers and someone I haven't seen before. I can't remember most of the details, but my brother kept trying to dissect a caterpillar and I didn't want him to.n A few minutes before I woke up, I saw my cat laying in the grass. I walked to him and I woke up.
28.07.2011Meeting My Dream Guide (or not..) (Incubated Lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Yet again a spontaneous lucid. I was hiding behind a wall on the rooftops of a Middle-Eastern town. My gun was behind my back, pinned up against the wall. A terrorist sat down next to me, breathing heavily. He was looking the other direction running from some marines. There were marines on my side (to the right.. he was looking left), so I didn't want to make any noise and have this terrorist notice me. Drawing my gun would make noise, and I couldn't take him hand to hand. I was waiting for a marine to get him. It was literally a bobblehead Obama figurine come to life. His figure was extremely odd. His head was about three feet tall and a foot wide. His lips were huge, and his neck was about the diameter of a watter bottle's tip. A marine sniper on a rooftop to my right took a shot. Once the bullet whizzed directly in front of my face I was experiencing everything in bullet-time. The shot him him directly in the neck. The terrorists was suffocating and obviously in agony. Then he was shot in the neck once more -- this time his head came off. I grabbed his knife and swung my gun into my hands. I jumped down off this roof to my right and went across multiple rooftops until reaching a ladder. As I was climbing up, I was shot at. I continued climbing again up a second ladder until I was with the marines. We promptly got the hell out of there. Once we got back to base, I changed out of my marine uniform, turn in my M4 and knife, and went straight to physical training (indoors.) I was in the Air Force, which is why I had to turn in my uniform and weapons. The general looked like Clint Eastwood. He worked us hard. A girl I know was in white lingerie spread out on the floor where we were doing push ups. I kept telling her to go away. But no. She wouldn't. The general came back from around the corner to make sure we were actually working and saw her. He used a Garry's Mod General Construction Prop as a wall and closed it in around our group. It packed us tighter together, and hurt because she was in the way and we couldn't touch the other wall -- we were being squished. "Well well well... it's a little tight in here ain't it?" He gave her a death glare and she left rather quickly. ============ I was inside a barn, lit by oil lanters. A man took a hatchet and chopped another man directly down the center of his face. He then proceeded to eat the body. I left and was in a culdesac at night. I saw a bunch of people I knew from Fayetteville walking the street. I turned toward a field and yelled "Is my dream guide here?" I turned around. A big glass cup was floating behind me. It was about the size of my torso, but a bigger diameter. It had bright blue texting moving around it, as if a hologram were inside the glass. I turned back around. Again, I yelled "Is my dream guide here?" Turned around only to find once more this cup. I was quite surprised. In previous lucids my dream guide had always been Neytiri from Avatar. I've heard of animals and creatures being dream guides, but never anything like a glass cup. I'm not sure if this is my new DG or not. This cup had a real interesting voice. A very smooth, seducing female voice, with a bit of futuristic reverberation to it. I gave up and walked toward the field. It was apparently a Barbecue-Reunion for all my old classmates.
Updated 09-05-2014 at 07:06 AM by 29747
24.07.2011Opposing Force (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID No recall here. Running from the Black Ops -- a group of stealth military operatives. They were out to kill the aliens AND shut up any survivors of the area to cover it up. Yup, I was a survivor. They were wearing stealth suits and had the Half-Life One SMG. I found my way to an elevator and went up it to a room with six windows and one door. I blocked the door with a prop. (garry's mod mode here.. prop spawning, sandbox mode, etc.) All the windows had buttons over them. JUST like the ones from Garry's Mod on rp_downtown. I pressed each button to block the view of the windows (a plywood sheet slides out) They would eventually open themselves. Turns out I had to set them and lock them and not just press the open/close button. People form Fayetteville started coming up the elevator. I was unable to figure out the window system in time. A flying red alien (think skyline, but not blue), There were about twenty of us inside and a window opened -- the alien opened fire, killing most. I managed to escape through the door I barricaded earlier. I ran down a few flights of stairs. Four black ops were there. A bunch of Barnacles from Half Life 2 were also on the ceiling. They were taking careful measures to avoid them. Not knowing what to do, I jumped down a flight of stairs, wrapped my legs around his chest, and began to choke the man. His friends wouldn't help him as I was using him as a human shield and there were barnacles on the ceiling. These guys grab onto you with their tongues and pull you up and chew.. yum.. The other guys ran and I let this guy go as he ran too. I went through the same door they did down the stairs. I was in a school hallway with a huge profesionally-cut hole in the right wall. I went through it and somebody had the garry's mod fading door tool made of general props. I went through it before it closed. It was the guy from the skatepark. The extremely good one. He walked in and his door re-appeared (no longer faded due to keypad timout) This was a MASSIVE underground bathroom... of which I have dreamed in twice. *smack* One operative found a hole in the door where you could see and began to fire. I spawn another general prop and tried to block it off, but was trying to dodge bullets and kept hitting walls and the prop was turning, making it difficult to block off the top (people were jumping on the keypad then over the door) No recall.
Updated 07-24-2011 at 07:16 PM by 29747
21.07.2011Raiding with Jake Bowen (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was with Misha "Bulb" Mansoor and Jake Bowen from the band periphery. We set up base in a little hole-in-the-wall store out of General Props from the Garry's Mod Spawn list and put two keypads on each side. We set up empty refirdgerator frames to use as shelves. Each person got two frames -- enough for 12 printers (four in regular shelves, one in freezer shelf, and one on top) We grabbed SMGs from Half-Life and Jake and I left while Misha kept building and guarding in case of raiders. We went raiding through the map of rp_downtown. In each base we didn't have to work much because most people had already bought money printers without building fortification, and in a couple more bases we used explosive charges on doors. In one apartment we had to kill four people who opposed us with guns. One was hung. Couldn't have found a more perfect picture. We came back with a couple money printers each. This was a game of Garry's Mod. (AKA Half-Life sandbox game.)
21.07.2011Surf (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Was at a half-pipe with no other end. It rolled up and down like waves. I took a surfboard and set a world record -- on a regular surfboard -- my first time surfing. The world record was held for 5.8 miles at 240mph constant on this ramp. On a modified surfboard. This guy had a combine APC...and stood on top
21.07.2011Zero Skateboards Factory Explosion (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There was a skatepark just past a tiny road on the edge of town. I was in a town with lots of pine trees, not Albuquerque. It was night-time and the park was well-lit by lights from the tower. Yet again a reference of my old town of Fayetteville. The racial demographic was much like Fayetteville as well, and very very unlikely to see out here. This skatepark had bleachers in the back left, and was made of white concrete. Lots of domes and transition. In the middle was the Zero Skateboards manufacturing plant. But it looked lik a combine tower. I was riding my current skateboard, a Chris Cole Zero deck with black 52mm Autobahn wheels, Green & Gold Venture trucks, and checkers hardware. Although it is a bit scratched up.. and I have a rusty replacement kingpin and missing a screw in my tail. I also got a new board (from where hell I don't know) Also zero, with GREEN autobahns, and green skull on the deck. I set it down by my dad and started skating on my old board. He took that board and started skating on it. So I had him give it back. This time I set it closer to my dad. I went on skating. As I came back, he had been skating it, and a big chunk of griptape was missing on the back. No doubt caused by me going to the skatepark in the rain last night. I came home because it was too slick, but was still concerned about my grip tape losing its sand. I yelled at him and he said "da fuqq you want nigga? Bet you wont come at me do bruh. You just a bitch nigga." ^This is average talk where I just moved out of. Thank God I'm out. Lol. So I punched him. ^_^ Fighting followed. It was incredibly realistic, not dreamlike. We ended up locking with arms around each other and I put my fingers down into a pressure point and pushed. I just held them there until he passed out and let go of me. My dad watched the entire thing. He said "Heh.. so you strong now?" THE GUYS UNCONSCIOUS BODY WAS NOW AN UNCONSCIOUS DOG. My dad went home and eventually this dog disappeared too. I kept skating for five minutes or so. Guy I just beat the crap out of comes back with three friends. They steal mynew zero board, as well as my old one and run off laughing "HAHAHAHA BIIITCCCHH. DON'T FUCK WITH US!! HHAHAHAHAHA!!" I picked up a small kingpin that had fallen off of somebody's board and chucked it into the tower. BOOOOOOOOMMM. It exploded right on top of them. And I turned around and RAN LIKE HELL before the explosion reached me. It was moderately paced, as if somebody had strewn out explosives in a line and hit one. I ran through these woods barefoot (yet managed minimal stabs to the foot) and eventually took a turn where a lake started. I've been to this exact dream spot twice in the past year and a half or so... aggravated me upon waking. Ignore that freaky thing and just pretend it's me. Lol. The dream ends. For reference, this is what I look like. If anybody knows who he is, 9001 points to you.
Updated 07-21-2011 at 07:25 PM by 29747
20.07.2011Sheldon Cooper Black Mesa (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Sheldon Cooper rampaging Black Mesa with TMP. From third floor catwalk staircase (rp_downtown yellow warehouse) was shooting as I managed to hit lockdown. Slipped out as door shut and was outside aperture. Mom and matt in car, listening to gospel and hit a dumpster from my apartment. *I understand this is half-assed. I'm learning the new DJ system in cooperation with Banhurt's 2.6 and wrote it at midnight the night after. Also not much to elaborate on fifteen seconds of dream. I assure you it will become what my old Dream Journal was!
AUDIO-INDUCED LUCID DREAM EXPERIMENT ENTRY #6 Day #7 (NO LUCID): ~Tried a later time for the MP3 to go off in hopes that it would hit me during a clearer dream, but it wasn't late enough...I naturally awoke before the MP3 started playing, however, I fell asleep with it still running, and although I didn't go lucid, I had more control in my dream than normal. The dream began with me on facebook, looking at a post from a friend asking if anyone would be willing to do logo design for him (a real life memory that spread into the dream). I said I could do it and asked what the logo was for. When I got the reply, said friend told me: "Oh...just BLACK MESA!" Next thing I know, I'm in City 17, and the place is under attack. Both zombies and Metro Cops are trying to take me out, and I'm freerunning the heck out of there. I make it--barely--after leaving behind a grenade that I found on my belt to slow down my pursuers. I didn't stop, though. My brain told me to run through the 'underground railroad' that would get me to Eli, just like in the real life Half-life 2 game. The dream basically threw me into my memories from Half-Life 2, then. I did everything on the underground railroad just like in the game, only I was actually all there, and I felt the fatigue of always running and the danger of fighting off enemies. Eventually, I made it to a half-way point; a safehouse hidden off to the side of the canal I was taking the airboat through. Only...there was nobody there to tell me where to go next. Unsure of what to do, I found my way to a bed and collapsed on it. I couldn't rest though...not with the ever-present feeling of being watched. So instead, I got beneath the bed where no one could see me and tried to go to sleep there. I never got the chance. Within a few minutes I heard the distant radios of Metro Cops heading my way. They were giving instructions on where to search...and two of them were coming right into my room. I looked around from beneath the bed, but there was no way out. I'd just have to be silent and hope they never found me. Their shadows were on the wall...and then, the ominous figure of one of them stood in the doorway. The wooden floor thudded dully with each step of the cop. He looked all around the room, and then turned to the bed. The cop slowly leaned over and peered beneath, staring me right in the eye...but in desperation to not be found, I convinced myself to be invisible. "All clear." The cop left, and I returned to visibility with a sigh of relief. As soon as the cops were gone, I got up and left to try and complete the railroad myself. But something weird happened, then. The dream went into 3D. I mean, like the red and blue 3D. And in the dream, I put on red and blue 3D glasses and I saw everything in 3D! Like, it actually popped out at me and had depth like I rarely see in dreams! And of course, since it was a dream, the colors looked correct unlike real red/blue 3D. That's about all I remember. It was a pretty enjoyable dream, actually...I've really got to be more creative with my lucids to beat these kinds of things!
All of a sudden I remember parts of my dream from last night. I was shot in the chest four times (I think) by someone I know. I was okay though. Just. I went to call emergency but it didn't work; it wasn't a real emergency response group on the other end of the line. I had to call DM's parents for help. I was in Australind. My own parents didn't care that I was dying :/ I was like a special agent of something. Like the BlackOps from Half-Life xP
Updated 07-04-2010 at 09:18 AM by 33362
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