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Attack on a teacher

Cold, cloudy morning. I went out of a hotel room. The building itself was old - cracked gray walls, corroded metal objects, spider webs. Going out of it to the city, I went on a sidewalk and looked around. It was old, harbor city.

There was a small square in front of the hotel. Most of the buildings all around were abandoned. There were no shops, only a small marketplace on the square. I looked at the hotel again, and saw some classmates and our teacher going out.

The teacher was a bald man with mustache and short beard. He was wearing pale gray suit. I decided to follow him, but then I saw a long line of telephone booths placed around the square. I went closer to one of them, and one of the classmates appeared.

He told "You should call 0-700!", and said "Those bitches are great man!" I asked "What are they so good at?" He replied "Man! You won't believe what those bitches can do!". I decided to leave the phone booth alone, and catched up with rest of classmates.

Then we talked about conducting an attack on our teacher. We catched up with him when he was looking at the wares at the marketplace. I was getting his attention with another dude, while the rest was just about to attack. Suddenly, he told us "You won't be succesfull."

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A friend of mine has gotten into lucid dreaming about 2 months ago.
He's been lucid dreaming naturally before that, but only learned about induction recently.
Both his and my friends are very uncomfortable talking about dreams, so he and I talk about our dreams rather often.
He has texted me on msn before this dream, expressing that he wants to experience more "spiritual things".
Things like visiting unknown worlds and talking to "intelligent" DC's.

I'm home, programming on a project for school. Things are not going well, I'm getting all kinds of errors that don't make any sense.
I'm tired of this, I want to do something else. How awesome would it be if this was actually a dream and I could become lucid right now?
Then I inevitably realize that I have no idea how I got here, and that the code indeed makes no sense whatsoever.
I'll be damned, I am actually dreaming! sweet!

I remember the conversation I had with my friend before going to bed and decide that it would be awesome to try and visit his dreams, they are quite different from mine.
I summon my phoenix wings, search for his aura, and try to teleport to him.
The transition is not as smooth as usually, I nearly loose consciousness, but then the new scene finally appears.
The heat is strong, and I am blinded by the strong sunlight.

I investigate my surroundings. It appears that I'm at an outdoors marketplace. It is very crowded.
It reminds me of the Bazaar in Cairo, except it's completely outdoors.
They sell all kinds of items, pretty much anything you can think of, from food over household appliances to souvenirs.
I hear people speaking Arabic and English, I must be in an Arab country.

Seeing how busy everyone is is very pleasant, but I'm a bit overwhelmed by it.
It is very difficult to navigate the marketplace, it is way too crowded.
I realize that I'm getting distracted and search for my friends aura and approach it.
At first I doubt I'll be able to find him in this crowd, but his aura stands out, making it easy to track him.

The crowd clears up a bit, and I finally see him next to some shop selling handcrafted and painted household items, such as many beautiful plates.
He looks slightly different compared to waking life, but the differences are subtle.
As I approach him I notice that he seems focused on a woman browsing some clothes a few meters away from him.
I get a feeling of what he's doing. He's attracted to the woman, and he's trying to put the thought of being interested in him in her head.
He's obviously lucid.
I've done this before... I can tell quite clearly what he's doing.

Should I intervene? I don't want to interrupt his lucid.
Err, what am I doing, he said he wanted to experience new things.
I sit on a desk belonging to the shop, right next to my friend, the woman is already approaching him.

"No wonder you aren't experiencing anything overwhelming my friend, you're being distracted by women all the time."

He turns around and looks at me very surprised. He looses focus on the woman and she goes back to browsing clothes.

"I don't blame you, some women are just irresistible."
"No kidding..."
"You're Hyu right?"
"Yep, you even used my nickname, how come?"
"I don't know, you told me you're called Hyu in your dreams."
"True..."
"Fuck... this is really you isn't it?"
"Yes, I can't prove it though"
"Well, I suppose that doesn't really matter. Tell me about dreams! How to go past the limit of my imagination, how to meet dc's that seem sentient! Tell me!"

I think for a few seconds, about many things, about what to say to him, and then I suddenly know exactly what to do.
I grab a spoon from the shop we're at and hold it in front of me.

"You've seen the matrix, right?"

I start bending the spoon around with my mind.

"Yes! The spoon doesn't exist!"
"Why?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Why does the spoon not exist?"
"Because it's not real. It's a projection of my mind, and because everything in my dreams is, I can control everything!"
"Right... so... how do you define reality?"
"Err... well, some time ago I would have said that whatever I can grasp with all of my senses is real, but nowadays..."
"... uuuuh man, this is hard... I'll go with everything that directly affects my waking life."

I'm positively surprised that he's thinking past his senses, but I'm not quite satisfied with his conclusion.

"So, everything you experience in waking life is real, because it directly affects you?"
"Do you agree that every action you take in waking life will change your future, the outcome of your life, regardless of how benign it seems?"

He thinks a bit.

"Yes, any action has an infinite amount of consequences, it's the butterfly effect."
"Very good! Now, tell me friend, when you look at this spoon, when you touch it, when you bend it, does this not affect your waking life?"
"No?"
"Does your brain not save the sensation and experience of holding this spoon? Does it not form neural pathways to remember this information?"
"Aren't many of your decisions in waking life based upon the past experiences you can access in your memories?"
"Can you really in good conscience tell me that this spoon is not real?"
"Sure, the experience of holding this spoon is very benign, but what about exploring your inner self, the experience of letting your creative mind run wild, do these things not affect your waking life?"
"Fuck..."

I'm pretty sure he gets it, and I feel surprisingly wise telling him all of this.

"Telling yourself that the spoon is not real is a fantastic way to improve your dream control."
"But if you really want to explore the unknown and go beyond your imagination..."
"... If you want your dreams to affect you, you have to understand that they can do so."
"And you've stated yourself that every experience will ultimately affect you."

"I see... that does make sense, and I feel like this will help me, but how do I create a sentient DC?"
"Don't you see the contradiction? Creating something sentient? I think that is your problem."
"You think that everything right now is an illusion created by your own mind."
"Tell me, what are you basing this assumption on?"
"I... well... Yeah, I have no fucking clue."

"Now, I'm not telling you this spoon is not a creation of your mind, but if you want this world to affect you, to overwhelm you, you have to understand that it actually can!"
"And if you want to meet a sentient DC, you have to understand that they may actually exist."
"Yes, I understand."

He takes the spoon from my hand and looks at it closely.

"The spoon is real!"

We had a discussion about this today, and I told him the same things in waking life, which ended in a discussion about
how our brains are awareness factories, and what it does whilst awake and asleep.
He feels that thinking everything is an illusion and nothing affects him (which he did) was indeed holding him back.

I really wish that I had more time this morning to write down these dreams, I could remember them pretty well.

Dream 1:

I am in a room with around 5 friends or so that I can't remember, and as I am looking out a window on a fantastic view of a marketplace in rio de janero, I say, "you better stop this, otherwise I'll wake up!" then I start trying to focus light into a small object in my hand. In this entire dream, I am at the lowest level of lucidity possible.

Dream 2:

I am a member of either Task Force 141 or the Navy SEALs, and am mounting an assault on an oil rig. We win with minimal losses

Dream 3:

I am in my band directed, mr. W's bar mitzvah. In WL he is not Jewish, and is like old, so he couldn't have a bar mitzvah. few people are there, and it's kind of sad, since a bar mitzvah is supposed to be fun and be a party. I eat a lot of food. When I go back home at around 10:00 pm, I talk to my friend V, who is putting up her base clarinet, and she says she forgot about the party and will write a very long apologie the next day. I then go back to eat more food.

I was at my church with the Pathfinders. The leader was the main focus of my dream for some reason. After just standing around not doing much, we suddenly decided that we had to get in the car and go somewhere. After a short memory gap of our leader just driving, we were suddenly in the middle of Sydney with sky-scrapers all around.

The road in front of us suddenly went up almost vertically, and we were driving up it like normal. Kind of like Inception, but it was only the road, and it didn't curl over. We went really high up, but not above the buildings. The other side only had a small decline.

Suddenly I was outside the car, and lucid. I found myself standing in a marketplace like Chinatown. I rubbed my hands together (a personal favourite of mine) and kept doing so while walking down the narrow market lane. The kept on rubbing my hands, until my dream became so vivid that I could taste the city air. The small market buildings were bright yellow.

I decided I was stable enough to start flying without waking up accidentally. I sort of jumped, and I floated up onto a roof. I ran along the roofs and leap/floated over the gaps. At one point I had to jump really hard to get onto a 4-storey building, but when I did, I almost felt like I wasn't going to stop flying upwards (like in old dreams from years ago) and continue into space. But just before the panic broke in, I simply dropped back down and onto the roof. *PHEW*

I felt a bit of adrenaline, which can wake you up, but it didn't. I was standing at the beginning of the Sydney Harbour Bridge, although it was much smaller. I started thinking about what I was going to do. I thought about the advanced Task of the Month, the one about Whoville, but I thought "Meh, screw it!" and decided I was going to dream-visit the people on my list who have asked me to make them lucid through a Shared Dream. I was about to spin...

And my parents yelled too loudly, I woke up and actually spun in my bed, it was so fast.