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    1. 2017.04.09 - Brother's Games / Trump's Gopher

      by , 04-11-2017 at 12:14 AM (Discovery of the Mind: Xereniak's DJ)
      Brother's Games

      Recall Begins:


      A vast world spreads before me. From the heights above the treetops rises a great plateau, towering above the pathway upon which I stand. I Know that I must scale this great wall before me, with nothing but a parasail, stamina, and great determinat... wait a second, this is another one of those "Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild" dreams. Jeez, I haven't played that game in weeks and it's still the physics engine my mind chooses for everything.
      /jump/
      I make my way up a mountain trail with light shrubbery about. Up the trail, there is a checkpoint, to stop and inspect travelers. I know they're searching for me. Nonetheless, I continue up the way until I arrive at their inspection station, where they begin searching my goods. They're checking my things, which I'm not too worried about, but I'll be in trouble should they decide to pat me down, for concealed within my sleeve is a home phone. The shape of the phone protrudes through the fabric, but I stand on the other side of them in hopes they will not spot it. I feel its buttons against my skin within my tunic, and I am severely startled when they begin to pat me down. Surely, like this, they will find the home phone concealed on my person. When all hope seems to be lost, I re-initialize the dream, sending the guards back to their original positions, not knowing I was ever there. I had all my things back, but one thing remained: my position within space remained the same, and as I was standing on the other side of the guard station, I had managed to slip past them. I continue onwards into the cabin which they had been so zealously guarding. Once inside, I find /...fragmented details.../ in the entry way. Up the stairs, however, I find a console, running a copy of my brother's game "The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess". Of course, with his permission, I fire the game up and begin playing, although the game's graphics felt a lot more like "Ocarina of Time".

      Recall Ends.

      Trump's Gopher


      I traveled from my home to my day job, a 7-3 shift as a crew trainer for Donald Trump's Cabinet. I was still being trained on the position myself, by my waking world coworker J and some other guy whom I do not know. I also sucked tremendously, but Mr. Trump himself was much too busy to take notice and fire me. For the job itself, I had to appear to be a girl. Not entirely sure why, but one blond wig and a costume change later I was working hard at my job to... erm, actually, nobody ever came. I mostly just got paid to snoop around Mr. President's communication equipment he used to send messages to Vladimir Putin. Instead of using old school, U.N. approved touch tone wires to send messages, this setup sent the message by LED cables (wtf????). These cables looked quite spectacular, with towers soaring across the wide mountain range away from the high altitude plateau upon which we built the... some kind of administrative office, but it was definitely like a ski lodge. When I got home, my family seemed to have left on a vacation without telling me where or why. Dream me took no issues with this, and instead headed to the basement to play a game like "Space Engineers", but also it was "League of Legends" and I was a Singed player chasing down a Lux. I almost had her, when these weird bug robot things started flipping me over their heads, and they just kept doing that for awhile (during this process I was moved inside a kind of land rover). Eventually, my craft ran out of hp, but it didn't explode until they were done tossing me. Then the ship and I were transported to my starter platform (all still in my basement), where I tried fixing the ship up for another round of getting tossed around by the bug robots. After 3 times of this, and having to scour for materials each time, I just started taking the ship apart so I could build something new with the components. The frame fits quite snuggly as a house roof.

      Recall Ends.
    2. 2017.04.08 - Ragnarok & Friends/Empty Memories

      by , 04-10-2017 at 11:27 PM (Discovery of the Mind: Xereniak's DJ)
      Recall Begins:

      In the online MMORPG Ragnarok Online, I am leveling a Magic build Doram Summoner in what appears to be low-TI (level 71-100). I'm not level 100 yet, as I don't have any charms to reduce my cast times for CNM, and so I am having trouble solo leveling without a Morpheus Set or Doram Set. I travel some distance away to escape the mobs and find a location with a small building and seating. The camera angle shifts down, and now I am no longer a Doram, but me. Managers R and A are there, but largely ignore me after a hurried greeting. Two of my buddies from high school, D & J are distinctly present, and I feel that there were others present from my school as well. I spoke with them for some time before the recall ends.

      Dream Fragments

      There were two dream fragments that were definitely together as one dream at one point, but I simply cannot recall enough details. One was on a serene mountainscape, with high rising cliff faces enclosing me in, except on the back face from which I hiked up. In fact, the entire dream itself for awhile may have just been a nature hike.

      The second portion's recall begins with me getting into a fight with a Korean boy about ~17 years in age. I hop into a truck and try to drive him down. I chase him all the way from the calm mountain side into a populated city core, before plowing into an empty department store, picking him up by the throat (while driving) and then losing recall.


      Recall Ends.
    3. 2017.03.27 - Date by Design

      by , 04-07-2017 at 11:50 PM (Discovery of the Mind: Xereniak's DJ)
      Recall begins:

      My father is leading a video game design team in a briefing room at what I can only assume is the engineering firm he works for. A certain man among the others who are sitting at rows of standard windows computers is utilising a curious interface device for his work. The device is comprised of a human bust, incorporeal, which sits upon the desk surface, facing towards the user; and one human head, held in the right hand, which is moved in 3D space around the bust. It appeared to function in the same way as a basic pad and mouse do for the rest of us. The man, whom I felt was a senior of mine, began at my behest to avail his works to me. I see on the display a 3D ape model. It is being utilised for an asset in the video game which the team is designing.
      /jump/ The senior modeller is complaining about the difficulty of the ape as a boss monster. Observing the game, it appears to have the "The Legend of Zelda, Breath of the Wild" battle system. I offer to try and defeat the enemy for him.
      /jump/ I (Link, from "The Legend of Zelda") am shield surfing down the snow capped mountain, escaping from the rampaging ape. I believe my original intent was to fight the ape, as I reverted back the dream 3 or 4 times to attempt battling it, nearly prompting lucidity. Before this occurred, however, as I repeated the act of fleeing the beast enough times, the ending began to fill in, and the ape was erased from the dream history. Now, I was merely shield surfing down an increasingly less winter, and more summery slope, with white water rapids, and greenery, abounding. I continue downwards, past the gorgeous natural formations carved into the rock by aeons of water erosion, until the scenery returns to winter near the base. Near the base is a setup reminiscent of my old scout camps, although thinking on it, there was not a soul in uniform.
      /jump/ I am no longer me, but for a short time, I yet appear as I did entering the camp. I am, however, now the Pokemon Ditto. I come across a small group in the camp, in what appears to be a cove built on a wooden platform overlooking a cliff, with an evergreen pine forested valley far below. The group situated within, who's members I am impressed to say were from another town in the province attending the camp, consisted of one teenaged man, likely aged 16~17, and about 4~5 women ranging in age from 13~17. As an outsider to this group, my logical conclusion is to destabilise the trust and familiarity within the group's members by transforming into them, one by one. The man becomes upset and leaves, and I remain as a woman within the group for the remainder of the recall.

      Recall End.
    4. 08202012- A Hot Tub Is A Great Gift

      by , 08-27-2012 at 05:11 AM
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I bought a present for my former neighbors. It is odd thatthey still live in town but I found their new home and have decided to takethem a house-warming present. Ringing the doorbell I wait with my hands behindmy back, occasionally rocking on my toes as I eagerly await for my friends toanswer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The door opens and Iím greeted by the Aprilís husband, afriend I know as the parent of a child in my daughterís class. He is onlywearing his blue-jeans and his eye-glasses. Even his feet are bare and he lookshis usual bored self.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďOh, I was expecting John. What are you doing here?Ē Headmits me into the house and says something but I donít catch it as a younggirl runs up speaking to him as Ďdaddyí though I know very well she is thedaughter of another man I know. I am feeling really confused and slightlyunhappy that my friend didnít answer his own door. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I set the present on the table and I tell Aprilís husbandthat I bought my friends a present. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]ďOh cool, theyíll be very happy. Check it out, they just gota hot tub!Ē He directs my gaze to the back of the house and I see a huge hottub installed in the back of the house. Itís gorgeous, and my gift doesnítcompare at all, particularly because I also bought them a hot tub.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Iím visibly disappointed though he takes no notice. I happento finally look around and I find myself in a huge living room, perhaps 1,500sq ft in size. Itís well-appointed and tastefully decorated. A large fireplaceadorns the far wall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The guy turns back to me and asks , ďDo you want to see?Ē[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Of course I want to see, I think, but I donít respond. Ijust walk over to the back room. Itís sunken below the level of the living roomby nearly 8 feet but even more impressive is the wall of west-facing windowsnext to the hot-tub.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk down to the sunken room and then right on out theglass doors to the back yard. The view is expansive, and here is where I findmy friend John. Heís showing a doctor-friend of his the view. He waves at meand suggests I climb the small dirt hill to fully see why he bought this place.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Slightly to my left is a small dirt hill of packed earth. As Iclimb the small rise my view expands from a nearby tree to the scenic vistathat borders the large property. I achieve full-lucidity as I crest the hilland am awed by the small mountain range in the distance. Iím awed by the detailmy mind is creating, scenes inspired by some of the best places Iíve been whenI was younger. The sun is not quite low in the sky and the colors are alreadypretty on this side of the mountains. I pan my gaze and the range continues tomy left, becoming tall hills that come within 2 miles of the house and end nearthe road to my far left periphery.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In front of the hills and to the left is a well-maintained golfrange though the grass looks a little brown between me and the fairway. A manabout to putt waves at us as I zoom my gaze in his direction. My eyes act likea telescope and I can examine details both near and far. Somewhat behind thegolfer is a split in the range which allows people on the golf course to drivethrough from one side of the hills to the other. The light from the semi-lowsun is brighter here shining on both sides of the pass and casting a glare inmy direction. Itís truly a beautiful scene. Iím thinking about how I want tolive some place that looks like this, followed by thoughts of exploring themountains in my free time. I even think about how I can access the golf courseand the vista beyond from the road which leads to the far side of the hills. Istart wondering what is on the other side and decide Iíll wait for the surprisein a future dream. I know Iíll visit this place again.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My lucidity fades out as I find myself in the aisle of aHome Depot store attempting to put the pieces of the hot tub I bought back intoa box so it can be returned. I paid $3500 for that tub and if I donít get itall back together I wonít get my full refund. I could really use the $3500.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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