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Had an ear infection on the same side I like to sleep on.

I used the throbbing pain as a gauge for WILD. After laying in bed relaxed for a few minutes, I paused my thoughts, abiding in present moment awareness. In a couple seconds, I felt the sensation of falling asleep. With it, the pain in my ear vanished.

So I dislodged myself from my body and flew over to my spouse, reaching through her and calling her name just to see what happened. She was asleep. I turned into my dragon while I was bothering her (in preparation for adventures to come).

My spouse and I have been doing little experiments like this off and on for months to test potential dream sharing.

Later, when I woke up, she told me that she had a dream in which I hovered over her in a video call saying something (in her dream). Apparently I interrupted something she was doing in her dream.

Anyway, in my dream, after bothering her, I flew out the room. My house had some warped spots. Rooms turned in wrong directions mainly.

I eventually flew out the window. It was night and our yard was bigger, full of dead trees, and one living tree (which we don’t have in waking reality). Our fence was gone, but the property was more isolated—away from any other homes.

I had to go to the bathroom in that moment, so I spring back to my body and woke up, went to the bathroom, and went back in with another identical WILD.

I flew back out again (dragon form) to the nearest neighborhood with lights on and snuck into a house. In the house, a creature was hiding and didn’t want me to see it. Apparently it used to live in the house, but it had been living outside since a recent incident that turned it into a mutant.

There were a couple of other mutants living with it, but this house only belonged to one of the mutants (the one with large fangs who’s body was chopped up into pieces, and crudely stitched together). Sometimes his body fell apart and he had to stitch it back up.

The mutants were visiting the house (the one I snuck into), wishing to live there again. It was a cute little modern house. Nothing too fancy, but just a bit upscale. Small home with tall ceilings.

The creature hesitated to stay here because it didn’t want to be seen by its community as a mutant. It used to be a higher status member of society. Beautiful, well off, and respected in the community.

I don’t know what happened, but the creature deeply bemoaned its fall from grace and seemed quite preoccupied by this, so it didn’t notice me lurking around at first.

I hid in the cupboards.

I ended up being spotted eventually though. When it saw me, I flew into one of the other mutants and combined with it. There were no words spoken, but a sudden consensual possession.

This being had crab-like mutations. While I possessed it, I worked on trying to shape shift it back into its original form (more human) since I’m good at shapeshifting myself. Didn’t really work, but I tried.

In the meantime, I befriended the other mutants and explored the house, tinkering around with all their cool stuff.

After I woke up in the morning, my spouse told me that she had a dream about beings that didn’t want to be seen. She caught a glimpse of mutated parts of them.

I was in a college class with a dream character who reminded me of a guy who borrowed my skimboard at the beach several years ago IWL. We were chatting like we were friends and then partnered up for an assignment where we had to draw pictures of our life. He drew a bunch of cats and it reminded me of the artwork from the chapter Dream of a Thousand Cats in the comic book I am reading. And then I had this idea like he should draw a picture of an Oscar statue-like cat holding a miniature human Oscar statue human in its paws. I tried to draw a kayak on my paper.

Then there was a dream where there were humans being infected by an infection that was spreading from some mutated fish. The fish were light and dark brown, striped, and had spikes on their backs. Some had also grown legs and long tails and were beginning to walk out of the water, through which the infection was spreading to humans. My family had taken refuge in a bunker but the fish were trying to crawl in. Some dream character was chopping at the thing with a machete, saying it won't hurt them but will just hinder them from crossing the line into the human living quarters. And the thing turned into white rows of separate blocks but kept on crawling before it turned into a white bird and flew away.

SC1) 12:51
True SC1
I woke up and had some small memories of dreamlets but nothing solid enough to put on paper. I did a WBTB to let the cat out of my room and also to eat some apple crumble (because why not? )

I don't usually wake up at this time so this is the first I've woken up for the 1st sleep cycle of the night.

SC2) 02:32
Dream - Boar hunt
I was in my house, yet it didn't exactly resemble it at first. It seemed that we were on a camp (university camp?) and I found out there was a huge pig/boar running around in the house. I decide to deal with it, it's in a small room that has a refrigerator and other food stuff in it. I knock the boar unconscious somehow and wonder if I should put it into the freezer and let it die that way? Hmm oh well I'll leave it for now. I decide to go ask for help, I head outside and on my way out of the small room I see a stack of bagged pig meat and blood and guts. When I get outside I see 3 guys and maybe 4 girls all sunbathing. The guys have their shirts off and the girls are bikinis, they're all lying on beach towels on the back deck of my house (though it's clear it's not my 'house' if that makes sense). I also remember one of the guys who was called Alex Sigley. I speak up and ask if someone wants to go half with me on the boar I just killed, 3 of the guys say yes but none of the girls want any. One girl then gets up with a sigh as she knows how to deal with the boar (butchering it or something) which is what I wanted, I have no clue how to deal with this thing.

My current WBTB alarm is set to 02:00 and I need to set it to 02:30 I think, as that seems to be the right time to wake up.

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Dream - Bomb shelter
I'm on a road near where I live there the road forks off. There was quite a few people here on the road with me and we were chatting (though I don't remember who they were). We must have been doing some sort of roadworks. Things were pretty happy during most of the dream but towards the end a train arrived. It turned the corner out of one of the roads that forked off and headed onto our road (this is impossible, and also there's no train there in RL). We alert each other to the train and head over to the pavement, I have to pull along a retard who was clapping his hands. There's a person doing the announcements, he berates us and I notice we're missing some people. The missing people had been 'dealt with'. "Keep away from the manhole cover!" the announcer announced angrily. I can tell he's evil. The manhole cover he spoke of was a sort of 'time capsule' for the rich, so they could be protected in the case of nuclear fallout (Fallout 4 reference I guess). There's a bunch of rich folk (who look like they're from the 1950s) streaming out of the train I think, but they had also supposedly just exited the manhole, but they were walking towards the manhole (rather than away from it), and also seemed to be walking past it. (Poor dream logic but I didn't catch on so no lucid ).

SC4) 05:58
Dream - Balding
I'm in the bathroom looking into the mirror, WHAT THE HELL. My hair has bald patches all through it! Ugh, oh no... This can't be real? I have a FA and I'm in the bathroom again, but this time my hair is normal. Phew, it was just a dream . I keep looking at the mirror just to make sure, my reflection is quite accurate. But as I look at my eyes... My iris' don't seem right, they look like solid green disks with a black pupil that isn't quite in the center. Hmm??? It changes a couple times, why is it doing that? Oh wait, I must be dreaming. It all seems so obvious now. I take a step back and my vision is that of a severely drunk person, why can't I see well? I decide on going straight to doing telekinesis on the toilet. I raise my hand and will the toilet to float but to no avail. Meanwhile I'm still seeing the world in a sort of drunken state. Geeze maybe that's why I can't do telekinesis? Oh! It must be because I went cross-eyed looking at my reflection earlier? ( best dream logic) I 'uncross' my eyes and the dream becomes less shaky. That's better. I walk out of the bathroom and to my room, I try to do telekinesis again but my vision kind of becomes a bit drunk once more and I'm unsuccessful at telekinesis.

SC5) 07:00
Dream - Restaurant
I remember being in a restaurant and I think I'm an employee. The restaurant has a dark wooden texture and has an appropriate dim mood-light setting for dining out. I'm at the checkout talking to an Indian girl who is a fellow employee, I think we're talking about something and she might be teaching me how to work here. Her face is next to mine, side by side with a bit of a gap between us. She says something and it's a bit flirtatious and she moves in to kiss me. Our lips touch and I'm like 'Oh shit, have I just cheated on my gf? Well... I'm in the middle of the kiss, I'll wait until it's over' (for some reason I thought this was the only option ). The kiss was very vivid, I remember closing my eyes to it and feeling the texture of her lips, they soft and have a smooth feeling which made me think it wasn't quite right for how kissing should feel. She gets into the kiss, I wake up before it finishes.

I tried writing this down but all I wrote was 'Kiss in restaurant, I'm an employee'. I must have really struggled to stay awake O_O

Dream fragment - Disgusting Toes
I'm in the living room at home and see that my mum has just gotten home from work. She's taking her shoes off as I go and talk to her about my toes. They have these absolutely revolting, putrid, disgusting bubbly veruca wart growths on them, mostly on my big left toe, the bottom of the toe next to it and a couple other toes. My mum doesn't take it seriously enough, can she see how disgusting it looks? I'm a little stressed and anxious about the whole thing. I remember that I may have gotten them from an earlier dream in the night where I was running at night time with a couple people. Something happened and there was broken glass on the ground which had the blood of someone else I was with on it. I got a few shards in my toes and that's how my foot got infected it seems.

Morning of May 22, 2015. Friday.



There are a number of (seemingly) random facets to this dream. The first event relates to hearing about a comet on a collision course with Earth (the name of the comet not being known or mentioned) and to strike somewhere in New England (America); either Maine or Vermont. I heard the name of the city as well at one point, but do not recall it - or there could have been a “reset” to explain the Maine and Vermont confusion as I seem to recall both conflicting elements. The unusual detail is that it will supposedly not cause that much widespread destruction even though it is indeed an entire comet that had apparently passed by the Earth before. I am not that concerned as I am on the other side of the planet anyway. However, my (deceased) sister Marilyn is also an in-dream character, and she has never been outside the United States. I do seem to be living amidst some of my present real-life features and circumstances, though the setting is ambiguous.

The next part of my dream seems set in possibly our Stadcor Street home in Brisbane (though it does have a few elements reminiscent of our present house’s kitchen). It involves an unknown family cooking an elephant bird (extinct birds from Madagascar - formally known as Aepyornithidae) as some sort of taste test or trial. It is not fully known of how ordinary citizens in a family got the body of an elephant bird, though there is a mention of someone having cloned one. There are only two smaller cooked pieces on the plate (which resemble distorted parts of normal-sized chicken legs with about half the skin removed - which unrealistically represents a part of the otherwise huge bird), but oddly, my dream “resets” twice - where I eat the two pieces as three different people in a sequence; a black female of about thirty, one of her sons of about thirteen (who I believe cooked the meal), and as myself as I am now. I do not question this strange transition and impossible series of events of the changing in-body perspectives - it is like spiritually “jumping” from body to body for a very short time to experience the essence of how the person is moving and what they are tasting. The female gets annoyed by a single small red ant crawling on the edge of the plate at one point and says loudly to “get that animal out of the house” and it seems to foretell failed cooking endeavors in the future until it is removed. This part is a bit unusual in that the two pieces of meat are “still” on the plate as if they had not already been eaten three times over in the few “resets”.

After this is another somewhat confusing event involving my sister (appearing as she was in about 1980) chiding me (but without that much emotion) relating to having broken a CD case holder, which is somewhat drawer-like (so that it would fit in a larger cabinet in the kitchen). There is a part near the front on one side that is broken off, which is a cylindrical piece of plastic, which makes it difficult to keep the cases uniform. I explain how it had happened due to it being difficult to get the case back in, being slightly wider than what the holder seemed designed for. As I look around, I notice a couple dish racks which look very similar to the CD case holders (and almost the same size - but for smaller plates) and notice that there had been a breakage in the same area along the top runner of the “drawer” in at least two of the racks. I then say how I am not the one who had broken the other items, reflecting that my sister had probably done it, making the act of me having broken the other item seem less eventful and me less deficient. There are about a dozen holders for either CDs or small plates in the kitchen, all on the same side of the room. At this point, I am also still aware of the comet approaching the other side of the planet (but again, supposedly not to be a catastrophe even though I am somewhat wary of the idea).

Finally, I notice that I have an open cut near the middle of my right middle finger, which seems infected. Green jelly is showing, which somehow seems to be coagulated blood. I start to reflect on the idea, as I pull out what seems like an entire “vein” that resembles a green-apple strand of toothpaste but more viscous, that I probably should have gone to the doctor and gotten antibiotics before it progressed this far. Still, I am somewhat relieved that I am able to pull out most of this green “vein” (all the way down to my wrist) before it infects more of my body, but as I do, I am aware that it will make my hand somewhat hollow and eventually useless. There is one area above the knuckle that seems more problematic and “lumpy” as a result of the infection and needs to all come out. In fact, as I mention it to my sister, my hand is already weakened and “hollow” near the wrist where it will probably just flop around unable to be used to pick things up. Most of the muscle seems to somehow be gone shortly after my act of pulling out the green “Gummy Worm”, even though it was only the one strand that I pulled out.

My friend S and his family have taken me to this very upscale movie theatre to watch a new zombie movie that has just recently been released. The movie opens with a government agent transporting some form of dangerous biological agent through an airport, as he his undercover and transporting it covertly. But the agent forgets to zipper up his suitcase and the vials falls out and break. The biological agents mingle and produce the zombie-creating formula. A pale green cloud fills the terminal and begins converting the population into zombies.
It does seem that about 1/5 people are immune to the formula and do not convert into zombies. These people attempt to run out of the airport. Some of them are grabbed and attacked by zombies.
The movie jumps ahead to a crowded bus. There dozens of people onboard. One of them looks somewhat zombified. (In this movie, zombies were identified as having pale skin with ulcers on it. I'm not normally the biggest fan of zombie movies, but I have to say, they did look pretty disgusting in a cool way.) The zombie sits down and the man next to him says that he is not 'looking so well'. The man tries to strike up a conversation with the zombie, but for obvious reasons he won't respond. A few people in the theatre are laughing but I do not.
Then, as a jump scare, the zombie belches out a green bio agent cloud and infects everyone on the bus. The driver veers off the road and crashes into a tree at a relatively low speed. Two government agents stand up, wearing gas masks and kill every zombie on the bus. Some zombies manage to crawl out the windows, but the agents shoot them before they get far. The agents get out of the bus and contact the pentagon. They say that 'this is the last of them' and that they are going to quarantine the area until the virus and zombies rot away.
The government agents return the next day along with a news crew to examine the carnage. The Government agents remark how the corpses of the zombies seem to be regenerating. One of the supposedly dead zombies twitches a little bit.
The news crew and the agents hang around for a few more minutes. The bus that the movie was following was in the middle of a woodland area. Then, a second jump scare. This one I half-near peed my pants. A zombie leaps from a tree and attacks the anchorwoman from the news.
I wake up.

Fragment: Beach
I am on a beach. It is a cloudy day. There is a white high-rise hotel building behind me.

Dream Fragment: I'm just sitting and I notice my left cheek on my face is beginning to ache and sting. I mess with it and there's two small holes above two abscesses, I squeeze at them and cream colored puss oozes out, and it goes endlessly. I keep squeezing and squeezing. It's hurts to smile or make large mouth movements. I pinch the outside and inside of my mouth together with my index and thumb, I can feel a hard puss pocket. I think about cleaning it afterwards, but I become irritated that it won't stop emptying.

It's been over a year, but I'm going to start making DJ entries on here again. I've been keeping them in my own journal but I ran out of space. I will be labeling weird stuff in red and lucid stuff in blue. Also, waking life in green. This dream was extremely vivid and different than anything I've experienced before. (Except while lucid.)

Last night - Friday October 19th

The first thing I remembered was being in a very large super market. For some reason, it was extremely crowded (much more crowded than I've ever seen before, even on black friday.) Most people were in the very back of the store waiting for a certain item to come out. I believe it was some kind of new technology that acts like an inhaler, but is basically equivalent to eating a full meal. I was immediately interested so I got one, along with the crowd.

After I bought it, people were trying it out in the store. Inhaling meals. The mist from these things quickly crowded the air, kind of like second hand smoke. I breathed in some of course. I went home with my new item. My house wasn't the same and most of my relatives were there, even a few of my friends. I told them about the inhaler and how great it was.

Later on, we turned on the news to find that there was a break out of some infectious disease that turned people into cat like humans. They grew in size and had large claws. These were more along the lines of big cats than house cats. The TV was showing live footage of the supermarket I had bought my inhaler from. It turns out that the inhaler meals were defective. The footage was brutal and showed people transforming and killing other humans inside and outside the store.

I realized I had inhaled some of it and I suddenly started convulsing and puking violently. The hair on my body began to stand up and started growing and changing color. I grew claws and felt like my brain was changing shape inside my head and my vision began to change. I had become a sort of werecat? I don't know what to call it, but it felt insanely weird.

My family and friends quickly tied me down, else I'd go on a killing rampage. I roared and kicked to get out because I wanted to kill and unite with my cat friends.

I woke up around here, about 4 hours in. I went back to bed and the dream felt eerily similar.

This time I was outside in a very hilly suburban area. It was cooler than where I live and definitely seemed like Colorado or another mountain state. There was another supermarket like the one from before, but on a hill with a different name. I went inside, and like before there were a lot of people. There was no inhaler this time though. I didn't buy anything, and walked home.

I got home and it was the same house as before, but my good friend and his family lived there. We'll call him C. I talked to C about what happened with the inhalers and stuff before, but he didn't know what I was talking about. His dad seemed to be listening to the conversation under his nose. Out of nowhere, the same thing happened as before. I felt the urge to puke and my legs got extremely unstable. I ran to the sink and puked up this white liquid, which quickly hardened and turned into a thick film in the sink. The feelings somewhat died down and C's dad told me I would be okay.

I went to the airport with C and his dad. I watched them get on the plane and fly off. Suddenly, the feeling came back and I fell to my knees and began puking all over the airport floor. Nobody noticed me. I decided it would be good to get home and get away from the people before I transformed again. As I was running and stumbling around the giant airport terminals, I noticed other people began convulsing, falling, and puking as well. I made it out before I could transform.

I thought it would be a good idea to hit the super market before going home, so I headed there. What I saw was horrifying. Cars were on fire and there were dead bodies all over the parking lot. I decided to check it out, so I went inside. Inside there were tons of people, screaming, transforming, killing other people. It was chaos. Different from before though, the people were transforming into bear-like humanoids. Not the cats from before.

I ran home and locked myself inside. Blocked off the doors and windows as best as I could and turned on the TV. All the news stations were talking about the developing infection. I overheard that the army was on their way to suppress the situation at the supermarket. Outside my window tons and tons of Humvees and other military vehicles sped past. I ran outside my front door and watched as they drove down to the supermarket. I followed them down the road as best I could eventually getting to the supermarket.

I watched as they unloaded troops and weapons. Helicopters were in the air. They got into position to enter the front door. I was standing on the opposite far side of the road in front of someones house. A little girl came out from the house and ran to me. For some reason, I realized what was going on and became lucid. Her mother came outside as well. I told her the army was here to help and that if the army failed or didn't come back she should run as fast as she can to her mommy. Her mom agreed with me. We watched the army breach and clear the supermarket. We heard lots of shooting, screaming, and explosions. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, the sound finally died down. It was awhile before the army got a response from the soldiers who went in.

It turns out the source of the transforming wasn't from the inhalers, but from an invisible pathogen in the atmosphere during this time. Anyone is susceptible to the pathogen, but after being subject to transforming once, you develop resistances to it. After a half hour of waiting for the army to come out, I made my way to the front door. The army warned me not go in due to the risks, but I showed the commander my scars from transforming before, and he let me pass.

The sliding glass doors were broken, opening and closing over and over on the body of a dead soldier. Upon entering, there was a pungent odor in the air. Death. It was completely quiet with nobody to be seen, not even any bear-people. Weird. I started walking down one of the aisles, stepping over corpses of civilians, soldiers, people that failed to completely transform, and creatures that looked just like grizzly bears. While walking down the aisle, the dream slowly started to fade out, and I woke up.

Thoughts

A very interesting dream nonetheless, but I have yet to figure out how to interpret it. I'll edit this later tonight after some thinking.

07/15/13

The Infection
I am in the sick bay of the tower on the moon. I am there with Janet and Washu. I am talking to Janet. She says she can check to see if I have actually been infected by a foreign virus, just lie down on one of the beds and she will do a scan. Right now my mind isn't particularly clear, so I don't remember what she might be talking about. What virus might I be infected with? Can it be cured? If it can't be cured, what will it do? I go over to one of the beds and lie down on my back while Janet goes over to one of the computers and initiates a scan.

She looks at the scan for a few minutes, reads a couple things on the output, and then looks at a couple graphs of some kind on a different display. She comes back to the bed and looks at me for a bit to be sure I am paying attention. She says it seems I have been infected by an interesting virus. She says it isn't immediately clear what the virus is meant to do, however, because it appears the virus is dying off even as we speak. I ask her how much of the virus is left in my dream body. She says it will be completely gone within another day or two. I ask her if she can tell why it is dying off. She says it looks like my nanites are eliminating it, probably because they are programmed to eliminate anything intrusive, and the virus was identified as intrusive. She asks me if I am actually wanting to keep the virus for some reason. I ask her if it could possibly have a beneficial effect. She says she can't tell without taking a sample and analyzing it for a while. She asks if I know where I got it. My mind is clearing now, and I can remember two possible sources of an intrusive virus. I tell her either it is the Mercer Virus as depicted in Prototype which I obtained directly from Alex Mercer after Witchblade failed to form and block an attack, or the fucking Templars actually found a way to get something past all of my defenses. She says we need to find that out, because if the Templars are coming up with new methods, we have to counter that. I get out of bed and go to one of the portal generators. I focus on locating the specific Alex Mercer that I think might have infected me. The portal opens and I go through. On the other side I am in a room with a couple of people. A woman, Dana Mercer, is sitting at a computer doing something. Alex is behind her looking at the screen.

As I appear Alex turns around and sees me there. He asks where I came from… and for that matter, where did I disappear to last time? I just disappeared into thin air… I say that must mean he has seen me before, which I figure is a good sign… He looks at me strangely and says of course he remembers seeing me before. I feel the dream slipping already, and I want to find out what I came to find out before I wake up. So I ask Alex if he infected me with a virus on my last visit there. He seems to hesitate a bit and then says yes. He seems surprised when I tell him that's a relief. I add that it is far better than the alternative… the idea that the Templars… err… you don't know the Templars here, so I'll just say Gentek since they're really the same people… found a way past my defenses and infected me with something. I tell him there's nothing to worry about, this is a complete non-issue now. A tiny mechanical mosquito lands on Alex and extracts a small sample of virus. He slaps at it and misses. It flies over and lands on my shoulder. I figure it was sent to get a sample for Janet. I tell Dana and Alex I will have to be going. Everything around me fades to black as I wake.

Note: Janet used the sample and ran a comparison, confirming my dream body has been infected with the Mercer Virus. She also confirms that it is quickly dying off and will be gone soon, though she has not identified why it is dying.

Operation Downfall:
I was waiting together with my specialised fighting team in front of a forsaken building. Someone from the regular police brought us a snack, and a bunch of nothingness happened. He invited us to some sort of festival of protection. As we arrived there 2 of my comrades said "It's silent, too silent", and shortly afterwards we heard screams, the defense platform looked organic, infected. We were attacked by some strange lifeforms who killed everyone else already. We fought our way deeper into the complex, were some other people fought for survival, with no success. I remember the complex was led by some decadent humans, probably the reason for the attack.

Random game stuff:
There was some sort of RPG system in the dream and I had 2 points in the rocket launcher stat, and I was in some sort of pub with a portal. I've been shown some scenes of another game and some comments why this game was supposed to be good, the landscapes were mostly snowy. There also were some moves from Donkey Kong (smash brothers).

Neutron apocalypse cleaner:
I was on a planet which was in pretty bad shape, sorta fallout like. I went into a building and fought of some enemies, afterwards I activated a self cleaning system (probably an advanced neutronbomb, like the one in Noveria/Mass Effect). All enemies were killed and nothing else was damaged, however the inner structure of the complex slightly changes.

Time? fragment
Palm became infected. It hurt and was being eaten away. I used H2-O2 .. it stung.. someone was watching me do this. Infection kept growing in a circular shape until it took up most of my palm. Looking at palm there was like looking into a shallow can. the sides were pink and jelly like, no actual muscle or bone mass.

I'm properly sick. I have a massive lung infection combined with a cold and some other stuff I won't go into.
This greatly affects my dreams.
My recall is remarkably good though. I suppose this is because I wake up about every 10 minutes because I have to clear my lungs.
My dreams are quite random, they usually combine multiple different scenarios that clearly do not belong together.
Pretty much all my dreams are about my sickness, it is always represented in some rather clear way.
I often return to the same dream after waking up, especially this one:

I'm in a tall building, sort of like a skyscraper.
Somehow I know that this building represents my body.
The building is being infested by some sort of bio-goo with tentacles and other biomass/insect kind of stuff. (think deadspace / alien etc)
Eggs grow in the goo, hatching all sorts of monsters which try to further spread the goo over my body.

I'm not really sure what to do at first, I feel a bit helpless, but then suddenly I realize that I am (the one and only) Duke! (Duke Nukem)
I grab some Devastators (Dual rocket launchers) and start going to town on the monsters in the room I'm currently in.
Whilst doing this I use typical Duke phrases such as "Hail to the king baby" etc.

I quickly realize that there seems to be a near infinite supply of monsters though.
I can't possibly take them on all on my own.

I have double vision at this point. I can see first person, pretty much like in a first person shooter,
but at the same time I can also see the current room in a top down view, much like a real-time strategy game.
I move the top down view all the way to the top floor, trying to find my main base.
I find a (starcraft2) Hatchery with a few mineral patches next to it.
I decide that I should build some Infestors, because they are very cost effective, and since my body is being
infested, I'm obviously pretty low on resources.
(This makes perfect sense, right?)

I control the Infestors from the top down view, casting fungal growth for crowd control and to keep those nasty monsters in place,
whilst at the same time causing havoc in first person with all sorts of guns, but mostly the Devastators.

On each floor, there is some sort of queen, which I have to defeat in order for the infestation to clear on that floor.
The queens look like infested women. (Not like in Duke Nukem... more like Infested Kerrigan in Starcraft, except more infested and less human.)
I spot the queen for this room and fire my Devastators in the approximate direction.
Not exactly precision weaponary.
The smoke trails from the rockets quickly block out most of my vision.
Suddenly, I notice that the queen is now behind me.
What the fuck? can that bitch teleport?

She spits some kind of green liquid onto me, eww!
She's too close to fire rockets at her, so I quickly change to a pump-action shotgun.
(I do this just like in a first person shooter. I move my current weapon to the bottom left, out of my vision,
and when I move my hands back up I'm holding the new weapon.)
I keep shooting straight into her chest, but she doesn't appear to be taking much damage,
even though every time I hit her she has to take a few steps back.

*click* What the fuck? Empty?
The queen slaps me in the face, and I am thrown across the room against a wall.
What is this shit? I have to reload the shotgun?
I'm the fucking Duke! The Duke does not need to reload!
I drop the shotgun, replacing it with double-barreled shotguns. Two of them!
Knowing that I no longer have to reload because... well, I am the Duke, I start shooting relentlessly at the queen saying:

"Eat shit and die!"

After emptying a good 50+ shells into the Queen she finally drops to the ground, with green goo leaking from all sorts of holes.
Meanwhile I've cleaned up most of the monsters with my Infestors, this is working out rather well.

I suddenly hear a voice, as if I was on skype:

"Dude, you micro like a Grand Masters, but your macro is fucking Silver at best."

What is he on about? I change my top down vision back to my hatchery, and notice I'm now completely mined out.

"I'm fucking mined out you idiot, how do you want me to macro? there are no more minerals!"
"Eh, I guess you're fucked then, just remake."
"Remake? Are you fucking stupid? This is my body! I can't just remake!"

What an idiot.
I drag his Skype window into my vision and end the call.
I also set myself to busy, I can't afford distractions right now.

I pet one of my Infestors and we start marching downstairs to the next floor.
As we walk down the stairs I start humming the Duke Nukem theme.
The Infestors seem to enjoy it...


I wake up plenty of times, but I usually fall back asleep very quickly and I end up back in the dream, usually where I left off.
Sometimes I get a bit scared, feeling like this dream is going to turn into a nightmare.
But when that happens I become lucid for a very brief period of time, and I can prevent that from happening.
I never stay lucid for more than one or two seconds though.

Note: During the day, MoSh said there was something wrong with Asuka, and he had a bad feeling she might die if something wasn't done as soon as possible. So the primary goal for the night was to heal whatever was wrong with Asuka, and that was my intent as I used my light / sound machine and slipped into a WILD…

I am in MoSh's inner world, which is right where I want to be to complete my primary goal for the night. I look around and see I am in the same place I am usually when I enter MoSh's inner world at the beginning of a dream. I don't figure now is the time to stand there looking around, so I go to the door and knock on it. MoSh doesn't answer the door, instead it's Data, and he lets me in right away, telling me that MoSh and Asuka are both upstairs in the bedroom. He says he has work to do on the shield. Before I can ask him what is wrong with the shield, he turns and leaves the room, heading down into the basement. I figure there is less importance on what Data is doing with the shield than there is on making sure Asuka is ok, so I head upstairs to meet up with MoSh and Asuka.

I find MoSh and Asuka in a bedroom, Asuka is in bed, apparently sleeping. Shawna is also there beside Asuka, and she looks quite upset, she is focusing on Asuka very intently, so much so that she doesn't even notice me enter. MoSh sees me enter and says he is glad I am there. He gets Shawna's attention by touching her on the shoulder, then points at me and says she should give me a chance to help Asuka. Shawna seems like she might cry, she says Asuka is really sick, but she can't quite get to the core of it, something that is causing the sickness keeps moving. MoSh tells her that he and I will make sure Asuka is ok, she should go rest, she has been putting too much energy into this. Reluctantly, Shawna finally leaves the room. Once the girl is gone I see MoSh doesn't look as optimistic as he had tried to look for Shawna, he says Asuka seems to be getting worse. He says it started a couple nights ago, but he had done a healing spell on her and she had seemed fine. But now it is getting worse again… and this time his healing spell wasn't working. He says he wants to take her to the healing glen, but he had wanted to wait until I got there so I could help with healing her. I tell MoSh that the healing glen would be a good place to do the healing, so let's go ahead and go there. MoSh picks up Asuka in his arms, she barely stirs, and is wet with sweat, she looks like she might be running a fever. I open a portal to the healing glen and MoSh follows me through it.

MoSh and I exit the portal into the healing glen, into the green grass area outside the Crystal Golem's cave, and I see the Crystal Golem is there as if he expects us. He says he sees we have a sick friend, and he is here to help in whatever way he can to heal her. MoSh lies her down in the soft grass, she stirs slightly again, but she does not wake up. I take a closer look at Asuka, and I see on some of her exposed skin that it looks like she has a tattoo… To get a better idea of what it is, I remove the rest of her clothes to find the tattoo is all over her entire body. The tattoo is black, and looks like a vine of some kind, with thorns on it. I sense dark energy from the tattoo, so I think that is very likely the source of the problem, or at least a symptom. The vines wrapped around her were emanating unstable dark energy. Scans done by my penticon computer show the vines aren't just around her, they are also growing through her body, she is pretty badly infected… it would take some work to get that shit out of her.

To get that strange shit out of Asuka, I start by focusing on drawing the dark energy out of those strange vine tattoos, pulling it into myself. The tattoos respond by coming to life, actually tightening around Asuka… the thorns somehow dig into her enough to draw small amounts of blood… Asuka barely stirs, though, it's not even enough to wake her. I get the idea it's more of a threat than to do any actual harm. So I change the method I use. Instead of just drawing dark energy out, I also focus on stabilizing it… and the tattoo vines loosen. The black tattoos also start fading, they aren't as dark… and soon they fade completely and are gone from sight. I wonder if that got rid of the entire problem, now that the strange vines are no longer visible. She doesn't look injured, the places where she had been bleeding are only tiny pricks, any bleeding has already stopped without me having to use any physical healing.

As I draw the rest of the dark energy out of Asuka, she sits up and yawns, stretching big, then she seems to realize she's naked and moves to cover herself. I immediately summon a kimono onto Asuka, it is the easiest thing to picture since that is often how I picture her, and she doesn't seem to be picky about what she is wearing at the time. MoSh is asking Asuka if she is ok, asking her how she feels, she says she just feels exhausted. While she is talking to MoSh I have my penticon computer scan Asuka for any remaining traces of dark energy. The computer reports that there is a tiny speck of dark energy still inside of Asuka, but the amount of energy in that speck is relatively insignificant. The computer reports that the level of dark energy in that speck is no higher than the ambient dark energy in almost every location in this plane, lower than many places. I am suspicious of that speck the computer reported, just like with a spark of an inner flame, all it takes is a tiny amount of unstable energy to grow into a serious problem. I tell MoSh that she seems ok for now, but I will want to take another look at her later, she needs to be watched to make sure whatever was making her sick doesn't come back. We don't want her having a relapse, after all. The Crystal Golem says he will keep an eye on her for a while to be sure it doesn't come back, then MoSh can take her home, as long as there will be someone there to watch over her. MoSh thanks me for helping, gives me a big hug, then he hugs Asuka close to him, muttering something about no one should dare harm Asuka.

13.05.2010

93: 5.13.10; 12:32PM Part 1: Anti-Infection Pill Mix-up. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a dream where I was in a room with many other people, everyone making their way out of it by passing a table with pills on it. As I learned, there was an infection going around, and there were two kinds of pills to fight against it: one to take if you were already infected, and one for those who hadn't been infected. I got to the table last, and I took a pill, putting it in my mouth and opening the capsule with my tongue.

I look again at the pills and realize they're of two different colours, red and blue, to distinguish between their purposes. When I'd taken one, they were all blue, and I didn't bother to check and see if that was the one I'd needed because they all looked the same. Since I hadn't been infected, however, it was the red pill that I'd needed. I wasn't sure if I should take the red pill after I'd already taken one I didn't need, in case they'd have a bad reaction together.