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I'm on a vacation with my family. We are at a beach, but the sky is gray. There is a pool nearby the beach and it has multiple "floors" under the water. My sister tries to show me a deep dive area, but I can't hold my breath and I have to go up for air.

I'm cleaning my childhood house with my brother A. I'm annoyed because he keeps assigning me chores to do. At one point I had moved my bed mattress into the garage, but then had to carry it back because I misunderstood what he was asking for. We're outside now, on the east side of the house. I'm playing some game with my brother. Maybe we are doing more chores. The grass is super green, like the way it looks in old pictures. A fighter jet flies very close over us. It does a cool flip trick and I give it a salute. The fighter jet drops two bombs down near us. They sit there a second before exploding. It doesn't hurt, but I feel the heat rapidly go up. I say "I love you, S" and then die.

Morning of October 6, 2019. Sunday.

Dream #: 19,284-04. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



Induction: I am sitting in an armchair wearing headphones in an unknown residence. The room is not well-lit. I listen to various vocal sounds on a tape playing in a cassette deck to my left, some that are partial affirmations related to dreaming, though there is the usual gibberish. I do not maintain full dream state awareness (though my perception remains instinctual, as the processes are the same, lucid or not).

I see many maidenhair ferns in small plant pots. It is a beautiful tranquil sight. I feel I am where I should be. I notice it now seems to be late morning.

Wall mediation with a vestibular precursor: I see a shadow at the glass-paneled door. It seems to be an uninvited ninja who has a crowbar that soon emerges between the door and door frame. I suspect this may relate to the cassette I am listening to, so I pull the jack from the cassette deck and remove my headphones. As I do, the door makes a light shutting sound, and there is no ninja. (Pulling a jack from a stereo is the opposite of what I typically do in dreams to vivify and sustain cortical arousal. In addition to a typical preconscious personification, the ninja is a vestibular simulacrum, which transitions into flight autosymbolism in the next scene.)

More wall mediation and vestibular processing: I turn about to see a winter forest setting beyond an open wall. I enjoy the beauty of the scene as the snowflakes strike my face. The time has changed again, and it now seems early evening. A jet flies overhead (unrealistically slow). I see its shadow rise on the trunk of a tree, and I lift my arms to mimic the shape. I am unsure if they are searching for the ninja or me. I decide to take to the sky and become one with the jet to gain control of the whole region. (I fly vertically straight up.)

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The tree with the rising shadow of the jet is a process whereby the tree is a representation of how my physical body does not move while I am sleeping. The flight association is the precursor to vestibular arousal. Rather than the drop, I fly up and out of my dream as I have many times since childhood. Vehicles of any kind (including aircraft) are typically a result of the imaginary physicality of the dream state, each having specific nuances and associations with different levels of muscularity and anticipation of the drop.

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Non-dream stuff - I wrote most of this non-lucid dream on a tablet while cooking lunch, as I didn't get a chance to do so before that. Managed to remember a lot of detail, but not some missing bits from transitions and the like, unfortunately.

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Dream:
I remember being some place outside. I was getting a big weapon. The poor memory I have of the outline makes me think of a black bfg. I had a small van like the one my partner has. It was a cloudy and grey day. I put the weapon in the back of the van.

I remember the presence of my middle sibling and I think we spoke at some point, about the weapon. It was very rare and valuable.

Then there's a transition and it implied I took it some place else. I was now in my "lair" and I was a dinosaur/monster like something out of the game Monster Hunter. The weapon was on a rock, safely secured somehow and I remembering seing an orange glow on its outline, like an item pickup in a game.

Then I looked at the top right corner of a visual interface and it said 33,000,000 or so, and it was money I had.

Another big black monster that looked like a Komodo dragon or some sort of lizard appeared and he wanted the weapon. I remember he had a deep voice but I don't remember any words. He wanted to take it by force so we fought for a bit and he tried to attack the things making the weapon secure, without much success. I think he ended up scurrying away.

I then was in a human form and in a black mustang-y type car, seeing it from third person like in many free roam games, and I drove at some speed toward a "waypoint" where I would find the black lizard. I was driving through a city and it was a bit dark at first. I got to a wide river, and I remember I could see an industrial estate type place across the way. I couldn't cross with the car and "remembered" I could summon a jet, so I summoned a bomber jet and got in and took off; the city was more like a complex megapolis now and it was a clear and sunny day.

Somewhat unexpectedly I wasn't controlling the jet too well, and had a few near-hits with buildings; there were drag forces I don't remember noticing before when flying these in games and the tall and branched buildings made it difficult to navigate at high speed but after through the mega city jungle I was arriving over my waypoint so I jumped out of the jet, landing somewhere near my waypoint, which was a bunker entrance. It became night again and there were military personnel that didn't look like they were going to let me inside but they didn't threaten me with their weapons so I rushed through the entrance, into some dark and dimly lit concrete halls. The few lights that existed were weak fluorescent lights.

There wasn't much staff inside this bunker and I seemed to have lost the guards. In this section of the dream I can't actually remember what form I took, possibly alternating between human and lizard form; but I found the black lizard in a small room behind a classroom place that had window panes to an "open" underground area. It was still very dark but there was bright blue light from the large underground area. I assumed some kind of high tech generator though I don't remember looking.

The black lizard was smaller than before, but though he was the same one as before, it was like he was younger now, hence his reduced size. I remember confronting him with more aggression and likewise back at me. I also remember thinking "why couldn't he just pay me a few millions for the weapon", also making me wonder how much money he had, which I assumed to be a lot.

Unfortunately I can't remember what happened next in any detail and the dream ended shortly after.

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Notes (going into a bit of dream interpretation more than usual because of the dream's plot/context):
- To me, the jet, the military staff and bunker are clearly based off my recent experience of playing Just Cause 3. Other elements from games are obviously present, like the weapon.
- In the dream I did expect the jet control to be a lot more intuitive than it ended up being, but the giant branched buildings were very unexpected, because when I was on the ground I never spotted any.

- Black seems to have been a very prevalent colour in this dream.
- Black BFG, black lizard, black car, grey rocks, lots of places of darkness... Of contrast was the white van, the blue or tan jet and the shiny city buildings and blue sky when flying the jet.
- Of note to me is that I immediately referenced the black lizard as male, and the fact that I was a lizard too, of some other colour, probably yellow or orange, indicates to me that the black lizard was likely a part of my Shadow and that I was playing some sort of Hero role.

- I find that the Hero as represented by my less conscious mind tends to be too antagonistic towards the Shadow. This may just be a reflection of Hero portrayals in many typical stories. I personally see the Shadow archetype in general as a poor repressed fellow who needs attention or affection, rather than violence.
- In my childhood pre-sleep lucids, the form of choice was usually a giant black lizard/dinosaur.

- The last part of the dream has the most significance to me and follows a general pattern that my dreams sometimes take;
-- The underground bunker goes down and deeper and gets darker and darker, which is a common process in my dreams, but the presence of a bright blue light at the end when confronting the black lizard in the darkness was somewhat unusual. I do usually have meaningful interactions with dark characters in these dream stages however.
-- The fact that the black lizard was smaller and/or younger at the end makes me think that it is a part of my childhood that I've lost that I haven't been able to regain yet. As a child I was easily angry and aggressive, which was more or less the behaviour of the black lizard.

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Edit from 2 years after having first made this entry (altered some spacings above and corrected typos too):

- As I re-read my dream and the notes, I realised that not once did I actually mention the colour of the black lizard's eyes, but I think due to some "memory corruption" I have mistakenly defined them as being blue. I think my error came from the memory of the light in the final scenes of the dream, where there was that incredible bright blue light beyond the glass.

- My only guess is that my brain linked the two things together to define that the lizard's eyes were blue of the same colour. I think I am fine with this association either way and perhaps while it wasn't the actual colour in the dream, it doesn't really matter seeing as it was my subconscious that made that association to begin with!

- Although I didn't describe it as such in the entry, I do remember that it was a semi-spherical room that the blue energy was contained in. It was a room of very large proportion, definitely based on some sci-fi stuff I've seen.

Non-dream stuff; Woke up early enough but slept again and then just stayed in bed far too long because I felt very poorly yesterday. Had a few long non-lucid dreams but let's see what I can remember...

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Sequence 1:

I remember being at a street and walking down with my partner; it was day time and I think the sun was to the right, as we were walking in the shade of some terraced houses or the like. We were going to some rented cars we had at the moment, we had two rented cars and one was up the street and the other down the street. When we got to where the second one should have been, it was gone. We reacted a bit with "oh shit..." as some of the stuff we had was in the boot. I couldn't remember what exactly but I think my partner's laptop and some backpack of mine.

I said we should call the police and I remember "seeing" an interface that showed they'd find it in under an hour. There was even a thing where I could pay the police some more money and they'd use a jet to find it very quickly. My partner said not to bother, because (for some reason) even though the car had been stolen we'd only have to pay the rental company 100 from the deposit, which I found to be odd. But I was still worried about our stuff at the very least.

Can't remember how that sequence ended.

Sequence 2:

Still part of the same general dream somehow, I remember us arriving on foot at a house; it was night time. The place was more like a small castle or small mansion than a house, actually; a typical estate you'd find on large plot of land anyway, the building's stones were limestone, and it probably had some sort of gothic ornamentation. I remember we went in... There was a woman? Or maybe there wasn't anyone, but I seem to remember the presence of a woman.

I seem to remember we went into some rooms and dropped off some stuff we had on us and maybe sat down. The memory here seems to blend with memories of the previous sequence, so I'm not sure what chronological order things took exactly, apart from considering time of day in the dream.

Something about secret rooms... But then I remember that we somehow owned this place all of a sudden and that we were gonna change some things around.

Fragment 3:

I think this came before the first sequence, but some game where my partner was playing and he got a jet and I said "oh, I haven't seen that one before! let me try" and he wouldn't, saying "find your own" in a cheeky way even though he wasn't flying the jet too well, as I remember he clipped the nose of the plane on a skyscraper as he was doing a loop. I remember the jet had a nozzle-mounted machine gun and some rockets.

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Some notes:

• These sequences were much longer, but only writing them down about 3 hours after I've woken up, I've forgotten most of the details...
• I think in sequence 2, there was a fireplace that was lit when we first came in.
• The fact we had 2 rented cars does not make any sense, as I cannot actually drive in waking life. And my partner couldn't be driving 2 cars at the same time, obviously. Just this in itself should have been a good cue for RC.
• The fact my partner didn't care so much about our belongings in the stolen rental was odd too. Again another good cue for RC.
• The police "interface" thing was reminiscent of something from a game, I'm not even sure "where" I saw the interface, I think just in my normal field of view.

Morning of May 23, 2018. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,783-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min 30 sec.



My dream’s setting is unique and unfamiliar, but its implication is our current home in the late morning. The sky is bright blue with the essence of beauty and peace. I watch a silver 1960s flying saucer. I think it is the transportation of aliens without the recall of what “alien” means. I see it as rare and beautiful, with a cheerful shiny newness, and there is no sense of threat. It hovers in one location for several minutes. There is a soft humming sound that creates a sense of amusement and perfection. I tell Zsuzsanna I will have to get our oldest son to see it. (My dream self’s memory is incomplete as usual, as we have five children, but, other than Zsuzsanna, there is only a recall of our oldest son.) When he comes to see it, a jet is approaching it from the right (though the jet is moving too slowly to be real). Suddenly, the spacecraft is gone. I am somewhat annoyed.

The scene transitions into higher liminality, mostly undefined, though I am aware of our son on my left. We study an A4-sized photograph that indicates the movement of the UFO. It looks like a linear series of cirrus clouds. Its direction is implied to be from the top to the bottom of the photograph even though there is the ambiguous implication it had been in the center before the image was captured. I think the path of the jet is also defined by another sequence of narrow fuzzy white strokes that curve down to the bottom right (implied to be going in a different direction than the UFO even though it had originally been flying towards it). I am unable to comprehend the significance of the three trails because the one going to the top might be part of the one also going to the bottom (from the center). There may have been two flying saucers near the same area that speedily flew off. I am slightly annoyed about not discerning what had transpired.

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This dreaming experience is primarily an ambiguous combination of static vestibular system associations (still images otherwise implying flight) with the waking transition, mixed with cognition, and an attempt to discern what is otherwise the illusion of the dream state.

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I was sitting on a bed, and was making out with a girl. Which was fun. She laid on her back, and we started having sex in missionary, but not really. Oddly, we were still wearing underwear, and I was just kind of rubbing against her. I noticed some guys I used to know from school where around. Stig, one of them, looked at me with that "what do you know, he's finally done it" expression (I used to a pariah in school, and everybody knew I would never get laid - they were right).

I was in a room, and I think the curtains caught fire. We put it out (there were a few of us), but the fire kept burning inside the window frame (it has hollow?) making it impossible to put out. My grandfather was there (on mother's side), possibly grandmother as well.

I was flying a jet over ocean, but it didn't feel like I was inside the jet, it felt more like I was seeing the jet in third person, and I was desperately hanging onto it while still being in control. It was hard to stay in control, and at one point the altimeter went under zero, which should be impossible (a few meters under sea level). Regardless of my troubles, I engaged several airborne enemies using the jet's miniguns.

I was viewing the dream from the 3rd person, like a movie. A fleet of space cruisers was leaving to regroup with more ships, because they realized they would need more ships for their mission. So they get back to a planet (I think Earth) and a giant ship opens up the bottom of it's hull and the three ships dock inside it. Somehow, now the ships are small and are inside of the hull of a modern fighter jet. I forgot why, but the pilot takes a jar of tiny flying insects and lets them loose inside of his plane where the other ships are still docked, then closed the hull back up.

The dream changes to 1st person now and I'm looking at the pilot and another Air Force Officer standing next to me. The pilot was standing in the cockpit of his jet when we look over into the distance and see a nuclear explosion go off about 3-5 miles away. The sky becomes cloudy and turns black and red. I can see the fiery mushroom cloud and the shockwave approaching from the distance. The wind started to pick up and the officer standing next to me died. Then the shockwave reached us and the pilot looked at me and screamed in pain as his skin was peeled off from his head, then his muscles, and then his blood until he was just a skeleton in a pilot's outfit. My teeth felt loose and weird, so I hunched over. Then two of my teeth feel out, one of them had a filling.

And then I woke up.

Non-lucid
I sit down to watch a superhero movie, similar to the Incredibles where there's a whole super family, with my mother and immediately get sucked into it. I'm now somewhat "playing" the teenage daughter, and my family, myself, and captured civilians are in the evil person's jet hangar.
There's a cute boy who isn't a superhero and doesn't know that I am one, and I have a crush on him. But unfortunately I know our arch enemy is hanging around, waiting to stir up trouble. I go into the bathroom, where my superhero family is hiding from her, and making a plan of action.
I then wonder about the boy and peek outside. He's talking with our nemesis! I have to get him away from her! I call him over, which gets the attention of our evil nemesis, but the boy does come over. I pull him into the bathroom, and tell him things like "don't listen to her" and "be brave" and such. "Trust in me" I plead with him. He nods. I then leave the bathroom to go rescue the civilians.
I hardly get very far when the boy comes to me and says "Hey! You left you phone!" The evil villain grins in the distance. The boy hands it to me and I notice a flashing light, that's flashing quicker and quicker. A bomb! I quickly flick that away, in the direction where nobody was nearby and it explodes the second it touches the ground. (This part happens in just a matter of seconds.) I look back at my phone in his hand and the phone is still blinking! I slap it out of his hand and push him away. The slap didn't fling the phone very far at all, it was too close to everyone. And it was blinking ever faster. I gingerly kick it down the tunnel where the jet is. It didn't explode, but it's still not far enough. I'm shaking in fear and because of adrenaline, but mostly fear. I kick it again, a little harder this time. It explodes, massively, farther down the tunnel, and I can feel the heat. I collapse on the ground, crying, psychically and emotionally drained. That almost killed my family, these innocent people, and my crush.
During the huge explosion, the jet behind it turns on. A flame bursts from its tail, and starts pulling me toward it. I try to run out, but I get sucked further in. I make a force field around me to protect me. I glance up, at the boy who is standing at the mouth of the tunnel, looking at me in horror.
The POV turns to him, and now I'm watching the teenager get pulling to the jet as it gets hotter and louder through his eyes. She starts to grow in her force field, but she's not strong enough to stop the blades that she's getting sucked in to. (honestly though why are there blades on a jet?) She keeps growing and growing at a faster pace, and finally grabs the blades, forcing them to stop and break off. But she's still getting sucked in to the jet. She forces herself under the jet, and looks at me one last time. She looks terrified.
Everything goes black and all I see are two huge, glowing red eyes and I hear growling.
The scene changes. I'm leaving a movie theater with my mother, and sister. We're talking about the movie while walking through the parking lot. Zack is in the parking lot, and he gives me the middle finger. I feel confused, and a little insulted. I never did anything to him. He joins our party, begrudgingly, and we walk to the park. At the park, there's a little gazebo where two pianos stand back to back, along with other, smaller, instruments. One piano is an upright, the other is a grand. People are welcome to play with them, and they're kept in excellent condition. I consider playing Jonsi's Where No One Goes from HTTYD2, but decide against it. We walk out of the park, and arrows lead us to another parking lot.
Then, I wake up.

Dream
Lucidity
Notes

I somehow became aware I was dreaming. I started exploring the house, the area was very bright, unlike my other lucid dreams where it's usually dark or gloomy. I went into some rooms, which were all empty. I tried teleporting with a door and once I opened it, the room inside was distorted but eventually turned into a regular room. My teleportation failed so I went outside, saying "I want an F22 to be parked outside." Upon opening the door, the area was very bright and I was in a beautiful suburban neighborhood with trees on the other side of the street. I looked for the Jet but didn't see it. Instead, a Volkswagen was parked under a covered parking spot.
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On the forums, I had read a guy asking if people usually have dreams inside or outside, so I started drawing a little box or circle on my journal depending on whether I was inside or outside. It was an extremely short dream. The 2 girls that I see in a lot of my dreams yelled at me, saying not to put so much stuff on my dream journal, which startled me and caused me to wake up. Ever since, I haven't put whether my dreams have been indoors or out

I kept waking up due to pain in my throat, so I ended up with six dream fragments. These are my dreams in chronological order.

DILD:

A friend I know in real life is walking beside me in the autumn woods just behind her house. She looks a bit strange to me, inflated like a balloon and stretched around the eyes, but I don't pay much attention to it. The path we're walking is clear through the brush and a light dusting of snow hides under thick branches. I already know where we're going: A large circular camp with an odd hide tent and fire-pit that has died in the cold gusts.
We both have guns slung over our shoulders (a Ruger M77 for me and a Ross rifle for her if anyone's interested) and mine was cooler! By the time we reach the encampment she silently moves behind the tent. I thought that was kind of odd, but whatever. It's a dream, weird shit happens. Seconds later, I hear a shoot ring out, and a bullet whips by my face. I got to seeeee the bullet. My dreams are the best bros ever.
Because I'm awesome in both my real hunting and dream hunting, apparently, I swing the rifle off my shoulder in a fluid move and engage the bullet. It only takes a moment for me to aim from twenty yards and pull the trigger.
Dream ends. Saltwater is gurgled and Benadryl is taken in copious amounts.

Slightly graphic
WILD:

I'm sitting in someone's living room with a government-style dossier in my lap. Paper targets litter the floor and the bulls-eyes are ripped apart by large-caliber bullets. The dull sofa I'm chilling like a baws on is torn and stained in more place than the dreaming human mind can count.
So, I open the flimsy paper book and a severed human head greets me. His skull is ripped open in five spots that look to be about .22-size organized in a triangular shape but it looks to have been bleached under water. A vague sense of familiarity encases the picture when I realize I passed the guy on the street last week.
This carries on with multiple people I can barely consider acquaintances: A late cashier I saw being yelled at by their boss, an elderly lady I helped walk across the street and another foolish skateboarder who fell trying to jump eight steps. Each had nearly identical wounds to the first but the last picture has thin blunt force trauma instead of entry wounds. Guess which one.
Dreams ends. I wake up coughing slightly.

DEILD:

I'm in a gigantic skate park in the middle of the night. I'm not on a skateboard: I'm on a hoverboard. With a laser gun. Not a ton to this dream: I just hovered(?) around shooting other people on their boards between my sweet moves. Nobody else was recognizable due to a paintball-esque suit, but I didn't the feeling that I knew them. You know how your dream tells you stuff like this. But, when someone got shot and fell off their board, they disintegrated on the floor in pixel-like dust.
I didn't win, but I didn't lose either by the time the dream ended.

DEILD:

So I was a swan. A black swan, precisely. I'm not really sure why, but when I tried to move my arms they were big black wings. "Oh, I'm a black swan!" Not gonna argue with my mind there. I flippered, floppered, swan-walked around a little on a strange little hill before I decided to go flying.
It was pretty awesome. One of the better dream flights I've had, because I felt the need to actually FLAP and all. But I knew what would make it cooler: Mid-air fights. Another swan, maybe. I just let my mind process it. Before I had time to really react, three Arado Ar 76 (German jet fighters) pull out of the clouds.
Aaaand, I spit fireballs at them, from my awesome black beak. Rolling, diving, twisting and turning around the pit-patters of machine gun fire and then fireworks as I ignited their engines. Every time I put a plane down another one came out of the clouds until the sun set.
Dream ends. More saltwater gurgling.

WILD:

This one was pretty awesome. When I used to LD a LOT, I created this thing called the Hallway. I used the Hallway as a cool way to access dreams I could remember or plot-lines that my subconscious would be cool. Basically, my mind's eye thinks it's this insanely tall, narrow corridor that stretches out longer than I can see, with monotone brown doors on both sides. Each door has plaque on it where I can "write" whichever dream or things I want in my dream.
I got to revisit the Hallway again, and I picked a dream that looked exactly like the Hallway, because I figured that'd be awesome dream-ception. When I stepped into the new hallway, however, there was only one door. And a centaur behind me. Just as I was stepping through the next door after dodging a charging centaur, the dream ended.
I had to get up and do some crap, but I just passed out on my bed later.

Non-lucid dream:

I was playing a violin. I have no clue how to play violin, but it sounded quite nice. As I played the violin, however, surges of strange colors would flood my vision and twist the environment like I was stuck in a kaleidoscopic tube. There's not much I can say other than each note turned into a specific color or in a predictable way. Associating sound with visual context would be a cool way to learn music in real life, though.

June 21, 2013
Lucid Dream 522: Bar King
Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 15
DILD
Technique: FA



I can remember pretty much nothing prior to having a FA (false awakening). I awoke in a strange apartment that I didn't recognize. I thought to myself, "Where the f*** am I?" It only took a couple more moments for me to recognize that this situation wasn't right. I couldn't remember how I got there, so I performed a nose pinch RC. As expected, I was actually dreaming.

I turned toward the nearby sliding glass door and attempted to melt through it. I was successful, but there was another layer of glass in front of me. I melted through it and there was, again, another layer of glass in front of me. I thought, "Oh c'mon now!" I had to phase/melt through 3 more layers of glass before finally making it outside on the balcony. I noticed glass was slowly forming in front of me again so I thought, "Ok, I've got to get the hell out of here." I took flight and quickly flew away from that house.

I decided to try and have an "Attack on Titan" dream. I flew into a town and a building caught my eye. I landed in front of it and entered. It was a bar. I walked up to the counter and said, "Give me a bottle of your finest dream vodka." She looked skeptical and said, "The whole bottle?" I gave her a, "I'm not going to ask twice" look and she handed me a bottle of gold flakes vodka. It was glowing a brilliant gold color. She held out her hand as if to take money and I said, "I own this place. I'm the master of dreams." She was taken aback and began apologizing saying she didn't know. I just ignored her and walked back to a table.

I started chugging the the bottle and I then slammed it on the ground. It shattered. The DCs looked at me strangely. It seemed they weren't sure what to do, so I shouted, "Its ok. If you want to slam your glasses on the ground, go ahead." Everyone looked timid and nervous. One guy held up a mug and, with much hesitation, let it slip out of his fingers. It fell to the ground and smashed. I cheered, "There you go! Its fun isn't it?" I grabbed a nearby mug and slammed it on the ground. The DCs all cheered and everyone started slamming bottles and mugs all over the bar. I forgot to mention, I felt the effects of the alcohol immediately after chugging the bottle.

After my glass breaking party, I walked outside and was in a fairly primitive town. I knew I was where I wanted to be. I walked up to the nearest DC and asked, "What is the fastest way to wall Maria?" The DC pointed and I took off flying in that direction. I got excited upon seeing the wall and the dream began to fade. I landed on top of the wall and immediately prepared to DEILD.


Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



June 21, 2013
Lucid Dream 523: Titan Slayer
Series: Meiseki na Yume, Episode 5
DEILD



I smoothly transitioned back into the dream. I could tell I was now outside the walls. I was on a large, square, wooden platform in the middle of a thick forest. I could tell the trees were tall, but they only reached to the same level as my platform. I looked out into the sea of green treetops. A patch of trees to my right began shaking violently. Suddenly, battle music began playing in the background and I knew what was about to happen. A huge titan emerged from the shaking trees. It was about 20 feet taller than the treetops and the platform. I held out my arms as if I was holding two blades like the ones from AoT (Attack on Titan - A currently airing anime that is awesome. The japanese name is Shingeki no Kyojin). The blades didn't appear, but I acted like I was holding them anyway. The Titian swung its arm in an attempt to grab me. Its arms were abnormally long and stretchy. I performed a dive-roll over the arm and siced the Titans arm with my invisible blades. Its cut a bloody gash into his arm. I dodged a few more attacks and the blades were now visible and solid in my hands. I dodged an attack and then leapt behind the Titans head. I sliced through the Titan's weak spot (back of the neck) with both of my blades. It let out a monstrous groan and fell to the ground, disappearing in the sea of trees.

Suddenly, Titans began popping up all around and I cut them down one after another. The dream went into a 3rd person view as I continued to battle Titans. I noticed that I also had now become a Titan, but I was still the same height as a normal human. I was just jacked like a body builder and had the face of the Armored Titan (from the show). The dream switched in and out of third and first person as I fought a fat Titan that just wouldn't die. I finally managed to kill him and no more Titans came. I decided to head back inside the walls. I could see the wall off in the distance as I began to wake up. Again, I prepared to DEILD.

Note: This dream was sometimes animated like the show, but also was fully 3D/real world graphics at times.

Series Details
"Meiseki na Yume" is Japanese for, "Lucid Dream." In this series, I take my passion for anime and combine it with my passion for lucid dreaming. Join me as I explore the world of anime the best way I know how, in my dreams! Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



June 21, 2013
Lucid Dream 524: Time to Alter Time
Series: Land of Dreams, Episode 16
DEILD



I transitioned smoothly and was back within the inner walls of the city. I decided to just explore the area. It was night time, but there were many lights and neon lights scattered throughout the city, so it was very lit up. I made my way to a boardwalk with many shops and buildings. None of the buildings here had doors and the boardwalk traveled through many of them. It was like a big, open, outdoor mall. There were people partying and setting off fireworks all around.

I entered one of the shops and saw a fortune teller-like woman seated on a fancy blanket. I had remembered something I wanted to try, just moments before. I asked the lady, "Where can I find the time dilation machine?" She pointed to a nearby door, so I proceeded through the door. I was now in a bathroom. There was an ancient metal computer-like device on the wall. It looked like a mix between a breaker box and an old apple computer. I attempted to type in 3 hours. The numbers were not being cooperative. I repeatedly typed up a jumbled mess until it finally showed "3 Hours." Of course, there were some jumbled characters on each side of the "3 Hours," but I didn't pay them any mind, I clicked the "start" button and exited the bathroom.

I went back to exploring. There were so many random shops and objects scattered across the huge boardwalk that I couldn't remember everything. There were canoe shops, fishing shops, clothing stores, fireworks venders, beach balls randomly bouncing around, tumble weed, balloons, stuffed animals, etc. There was way more shit, but that is all I remember (had wrote down). There were also open houses along the boardwalk. The boardwalk was like a huge, winding, pier on a huge lake. Anyway, I entered one of the houses and there was a pool. There was a hot, naked chick sitting on the side of the pool. There was a long line of men in front of her waiting their turn to have sex with her. I watch for a moment and pondered cutting the line and having a go. I fought off the temptation and went back to exploring.

I saw some speed boats and jet skis out on the lake, so I took off flying after them. I began chasing the speed boats around through the air, playing freeze tag with them. I was skimming the top of the water as I flew. I was "it" and soon "froze" all of the speed boats and jet skis. When I touched them, they literally froze in time. After winning the game of freeze tag, I landed back on the boardwalk. I walked into another house and there was a party going on. I saw a huge kite and attempted to fly while riding on it. I kept crashing into piles of random objects/toys/gear/etc. I could get the kite elevated, but it was out of control and crashed moments later. Always crashing into random piles of things. The dream soon began fading, so I, once again, prepared to DEILD.

Note, the dream only lasted about 30-45 mins (dream time) after I typed in 3 hours, so it didn't exactly work out .

Series Details
In the dream series, "The Land of Dreams," I explore the depths of my subconscious. With no real goals in mind, I explore the creative lands and characters that come before me. Who will I meet? Where will I go? What will I do? These are the dreams that fit into no particular category. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!



June 16, 2013
Lucid Dream 525: Jet Gunner
Series: The Mind of a Gamer, Episode 7
DEILD



This DEILD transition took longer than usual. I got some HI of the moon and space. I could hear "My Song" playing on my computer as I transitioned into the dream (the song from the anime, Angel Beats!). I had left my iTunes up as I had been sleeping this whole time.

Anyway, I transitioned into the dream. I was in a fighter jet and was going through a video game-like stage. I couldn't control the speed or the jets direction of travel. I could strafe left and right with great maneuverability. I controlled the jet's guns with my mind. The environment went from realistic to PS3-like game graphics. I pummeled enemy jets as they approached from the background. It felt a lot like I was playing StarFox in a more realistic setting and great graphics. After a bit of this, the dream began to fade and I allowed myself to wake up in order to not forget too much of the previous dreams.

Series Details
With the dream series, "Mind of a Gamer," the gaming world and the dreaming world collide to produce a lucid paradise. Read as I take video game scenarios to the next level. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

JAR vs I

I was with a group of people in someones house. I was with JAR. I couldn't believe it. I held her and we danced. I think I kissed her neck.

One by one the other people, mostly kids, started coming in the room. I couldn't be personal with her. I told her it would be impolite at this party to keep going away from everyone to be alone. She said, "OK."

Later, I was with IF. If was sad because she understood. She was going to leave. I felt bad. IF began to tear up. I opened a tiny bottle of something from her work. It smelled like isopropyl alcohol.

Dream Skip

The group contained young adults now. We were being instructed by someone on how to fly a jet in a game. We were being given step by step instructions that we had to write down.

The first instruction was to engage the thrusters and keep them on. He was referring to a kind of pilot light that would allow actual thrusters to engage when necessary. He said that whether we needed forward or reverse thrusters, the fire would start that thruster.

I was falling behind writing the instructions. I think there were between 9 and 11 instructions for us to take home and study.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out on some road that appeared to be on a building top. I may have been standing outside at first. But, at least eventually, I was inside a vehicle, possibly a van. I was with some man and someone like my mom. The day was really sunny, maybe hot.

I saw an airplane flying up through the air, just after it had lifted off. But the back end of the airplane was shaped just like the back end of a space shuttle. The whole airplane may have been white and red, with a shiny, plasticky look.

I got kind of freaked out because the airplane had had the back end of a space shuttle. I thought the craft should be lifting up into the air much faster if it were a shuttle. I got the eerie feeling that it would start lifting quickly up into the air very soon. But something about the fact that it kept not lifting up into the air had me really panicked.

One of the people with me, probably the man, may have tried to convince me that the craft weren't actually a shuttle, and that its back end didn't actually look like that of a shuttle.

I looked over the building we were on. There was a space shuttle posed in front of the building, on some kind of metal-frame, like a statue. I tried to compare the craft in the air and the shuttle on the ground.

I must have been satisfied. We started driving away from the scene. I felt afraid to look back at the craft in the air. We passed some large passenger plane that looked normal. It gave me a huge sense of the relief, as if the craft in the air were normal.

We were now driving around on some tarmac, possibly at the foot of the building we had been on. We drove past one experimental plane. I knew about this whole place, and I knew about these experimental planes. I told the man about this plane. The man may now have been someone like my mom's old boyfriend.

We drove past another experimental plane. This one was all clear, like it was just a thin, metal skeleton covered over with the clear material that makes the walls of a greenhouse.

The plane was kind of needle-shaped, with something about it reminiscent of the Blackbird. It also had something to its design very much like the grid pattern underlying some computer animations. The plane also had a logo on its side saying "Scoop Technologies."

I told the man something about this plane as well, like I was a little kid showing off how smart I was to an adult man. We then passed another plane which may have been much, much larger than the clear craft. We then passed another experimental craft, which I may also have explained to the man.

Dream #2

I was in some building, on the second floor, laying on my stomach on the floor, staring out a window-wall. Below was some kind of small courtyard, floored with stone tiles, edged around with little gardens and trees, with some leafs blowing across the tiles.

Two girls were down in the courtyard area. They may have been in their early teens. They were both dressed in costumes. The costumes were like older European dresses, like from the Elizabethan era or a bit later than that. But the colors of the costumes were very bright, like Sailor Moon uniforms.

One of the girls saw me looking down at them. She ran up to the building, jumped all the way up to the window, and tapped her hand against the glass. The girl apparently liked me, and she was trying to let me know.

The girl was now back on the ground with her friend. The two girls spoke with each other for a moment. I couldn't believe the girl had managed to jump high enough to tap the window. I wanted her to do it again. But I also wanted her to do it again so I could make sure she liked me.

I tapped on the glass and waved the girl back to me. The girl came wandering back up to the building. The other girl warned the girl not to jump up to the window, since she'd get hurt really bad if she slipped and fell.

This time she didn't jump up to the window. She climbed up something like a thin, metal drain-pipe that had little pieces of metal like ladder-rungs running up it. The wall was red stone (so red it almost looked painted), and the drain-pipe and "ladder-rungs" were the same color.

The girl got up to the window and touched my hand.

Now the girl was down on the ground with her friend, a ways away from the building. The girl stood near a waist-high, silvery metal column. The girl lifted up her skirt and draped it over this column. She then kind of leaned over the column, so her torso was parallel with the ground.

I was now sitting somewhere, possibly on the roof of a building, with two women. We had a bunch of stuff with us like we were taking a trip to the beach. I sat on the floor, on a towel. There were a few other big beach towels all around me. On either side of me there were long beach chairs and tall parasols.

One of the women was my friend H's friend Y. Y sat on the edge of one of the beach chairs. Y was telling the other woman, in a different language, how she liked me, but how it seemed like all I ever did was study and think about intellectual things. Y wondered if I could possibly like her at all.

I spoke to Y in English, not letting on that I'd understood everything she'd just said in the foreign language, but letting her know that I was interested in her. But I then got worried about showing her any more of my feelings. H was coming back soon. And H liked me. She couldn't think I liked Y.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at my great grandmother's house. My great grandma (who IWL passed away about two years ago) was sitting in an armchair near her front door. My sister sat at a footstool near the chair. There were other family members in the house, as if we were having a gathering or party of some kind.

My great grandma was showing us photos from a big photo album she had. The photo album had black covers, and the pages were letter-size, clear plastic page sleeves, probably with a black "backing" set into each sleeve. Each page had one photograph, which was as big as a letter-size piece of paper.

The photos were from my great grandfather's time of service in the Air Force. Apparently he had fought in World War II. My great grandma and/or my sister told how my great grandpa would send these photos home in letters. The letters would be kind of cheerful, not hinting at any danger my great grandpa was experiencing.

My great grandma had put all these photos into a book and then had then captioned each one in the same kind of cheerful, breezy tone that my great grandpa had used in his letters.

My great grandma now laughed. She said that, looking back on these photo captions, she was shocked at how naive and silly they sounded, and how they trivialized the hard experiences my great grandpa had had in the war. We all laughed.

My sister took the book. She may have had the intention either of putting the book away or of showing us the pictures, but not reading any of the captions. I asked my sister, a little forcibly, if I could see the book. I wanted to read some of the captions aloud. After my great grandma's story, the captions seemed like the most interesting thing of all.

I sat down on a footstool on the other side of the room from my sister. I looked through the pages. Some photos had captions on their bottom edges, typed in. Others had captions written on the backs of the photos, scrawled out in big letters with some purplish pencil. Others had a combination of typing and handwriting.

I now started actually looking at the photos. I was stunned when I saw a photo of a jet fighter, like an F-4 or an F-16. The fighter was on the ground, and it was largely hidden from view by big vehicles like trucks, so I only saw the nose, cockpit, and two rectangular air intake valves on either side of the nose.

I looked at the back side of the photograph. It said F-15 and something like "Flurry or Fury" or "Fluffy or Fury." The word "Fury" was then repeated. This was all typed, centered, at the top of the page, as if by an official agency. There was a little bit more official text, followed by a lot of scrawled out writing from my great grandma.

I stuttered to my family, "This -- this -- must be one of the first uses of jet fighters in actual combat situations!"

My great grandma nodded in affirmation.

I then flipped through some more pages. One group of photos showed some kind of switchboard area. Women were working the switchboards. There was one photo with a woman with dark hair, in a 1940s style, curly, down to about her shoulders. The woman wore a uniform, but I don't remember if she wore a hat. She may have been wearing small, round eyeglasses.

I said, again in surprise, that this was one of the first groups of women to be used for something like strategic or technological operations.

Dream #2

I was walking into a really busy clothing store, coming in behind a big group of people. There were racks full of clothes as soon as we came in the doors. The people in front of me kind of filtered out to different areas of the store. A little girl in a cheerful-patterned, red and white dress followed the people.

I basically went to some set of clothes racks with panties on display. There were some other people there. Two were a couple, a young man and a young woman. They both looked kind of well-off. I was afraid they would think I was a pervert for being here. I also worried whether the parents of the little girl I'd seen would think I was a pervert.

Dream #3

A song. A guitar played a nice sounding, strumming melody with a solid, but relaxed rhythm. I took this to be the foreground music. Then another stringed instrument (???) Would come in occasionally and add a little riff that sounded a bit like that "Brazil" song from the movie... um... Brazil, by Terry Gilliam.

22.6.2011

Buggers (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







Dream: Protection

★★★★☆

Tasked with protecting this girl around my age, I quickly discover she isn't human. No, she's one of them, sent to understand human society and culture during this time of war. Even so, I find myself caring for this girl, and when the invasion finally does hit, and boulders are crashing down around us, I refuse to allow her to go back to them only to have her body vaporized and her memories absorbed into their collective hive-mind. So, I nab a fighter jet and we flee. . . only to crash a short time afterwards on the border of a hick river-town.

The only people in town able to help us are asking too high a price, but she knows something about me, something I had forgotten. Our desperate situation and a reminder is all it takes for me to take the initiative, dredge our plane to the surface with my TK, and repair it instantly. . .

Dream: Military School

★★☆☆☆

Enrolled in the academy, I find myself living a mix of military and student life, but things quickly get out of hand. Shenanigans ensue and I find myself taking a dip in full uniform in the lake the night before an important day. Apparently, it was the only thing I could do to avoid being caught out after curfew.

Fragment: Bros.

★★☆☆☆

Super Nintendo graphics and a Mario Bros. Game make up my world, as I help guide my brother through a particular difficult level. Unfortunately, he's being resistant. Normally, I wouldn't care, but lives are at stake here, and one more spill into that lava would kill more than the sprite. . .