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Stumbled upon an idea for dreaming after having it repeated numerous times in my waking life. I've been looking at things from merely one end of the spectrum. For example, I read a thread recently where it mentioned how to stay in a dream when waking life gets too noisy. I usually go deeper to block it out, yet incorporating it was the new suggestion. There's also been some events in life where I would blame myself for having deficiencies but instead it was pointed out that it's possibly others who have them instead.

Anyway, I usually can interject myself into others dreams quite easily. I got to thinking, what if ...

I erase myself from their worlds instead of invading it?

Jumping into a WILD I begin my exploration of this concept. I know the perfect victim for my experiment and I have the proper motivation to delete myself from his awareness. I start digging, rummaging through his awareness. Searching for anything and everything linked to me. I see bits and pieces whiz by and I fill it with a blank white void, successfully erasing images, memories, anything associated with me or us.

As I'm casually taking out the pieces I want, I get to thinking.

Is this fair? Right? What if he'd like to keep these things from our history? Who am I to just delete at will?

I can feel a smirk forming.

He shouldn't care what I do, and when I'm done he'll have no reason to care at all. He will be untouched and his life emptier than when I entered it. What I give, I can take away too.

I continue sorting. Feels as though I'm in an information hub of awareness, there's just so much here. I begin to doubt the extent of how much I can erase. There's no way I can comb through all this crap.

A man appears. I vaguely recognize him, though these days everyone is familiar to me so I don't give it much thought. He asks me what I'm doing. I explain. He's watching with some fascination, asking questions here and there, commenting on much of it. I stumble upon larger memories and my pace slows. I remember some of these experiences, they were lovely.

I let him watch a clip or two before erasing. They are vivid and intimate pieces of our lives.

He asks me if I feel sad about removing these memories. I explain it's just an experiment. That and I don't care what happens with this persons life anymore. He's not mine to look after.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course. Why not? I have no reason to care about him."

"These memories though, they look like something even I would want to hold on to."

"It's because you feel attachments to people. I have no reason to feel anything. Nothing to attach to. It doesn't matter to me."

I erase what he just viewed. Not too sure why I'm showing him what I'm doing either. Why not, I guess. His observation doesn't change things. It won't make a difference.

"By the way, what's your name anyway?"

"Nick."

I had lots of short dreams, some were clearer than others. This is what I remember clearly.

I was at my local Walmart and saw Nick, a childhood friend but he didn't notice me. He was near the entrance and just looking past me, not directly at me, with a confused kind of look on his face. He also had a wild beard which was strange.

The next part I remember is standing outside a holiday home we used to stay in at a place called Moana in New Zealand. It was a sunny day and I was talking with my family, enjoying the mountains around me. The mountains were slightly different though; there were more of them and the layout was a bit different.

I was walking to someone's house. The street I was walking along was covered in moss. I heard someone telling me to turn right so I did, and I wound up at the house. My brother was already there, but I was expecting him to have brought my bag. I had to go all the way back to get it.

Then I'm not sure if this one was still the same dream or a new one. I was in a room, trying to do my first 3 step task, but I wasn't lucid. I wanted to try shapeshifting into something difficult, so I settled on a dragon because I haven't tried anything fantasy yet. I tried a lot, but all I managed to do was grow a little, with no other physical change at all.

I was in best buy helping my brother find a phone charger. There were shelves full of them, so it was taking us a while. On the side of the boxes was a picture of the tip, so we were able to compare his old one to the box to see if it fit his phone.

I was in the side yard at my dad's house with my brother Nick. I suddenly remembered to do a reality check and realized I was dreaming. I set out to do my lucid task, transforming into a bird and flying. I remember a thread on DV that had a list of spells, one of them being "protean", allowing you to shapeshift. I leaped up into the. air and threw my arms to my side and shouted the spell. My arms turned into huge wings and the rest of my body followed. My feathers were bright red with orange tips on some of them.

When the transformation was complete, I flapped my wings as hard as I could and took off flying. I was going really slow, as if swimming through water. I tried moving my wings slower and with more control, and it worked, I was flying much faster.

First, I had a dream I was driving with Aziz and Nick from school and we were talking about the types of security the richest people in the world have around their houses. Bill Gates had some kind of sticky grass that you couldn't walk in properly, and some fruits the size of swimming pools. Anyway, we ended up driving to a baseball diamond, pulling up to some weird kid, and telling him to get in.

I could tell the dream had ended and I layed in bed to try to go back to sleep, I think I accidentally DEILDed or something, because the next thing I knew, I was laying down in some dimly lit room, with Nina from my school staring over me asking me something. I knew something was up, but didn't bother RCing or any of that. I was in shock (maybe SP?) because I knew something was wrong. I whispered rather loudly, "Purple skies". Nina and some other DCs who I couldn't see all made the sound the aliens make in Toy Story "Ooooooohhhh". I felt this euphoria that I could only describe as "going lucid". I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself being somewhere else, but when I opened them, I was back in my bed.

I knew I wasn't dreaming anymore, but decided to RC anyway., not believing what I just experienced. It all happened so fast, but I didn't get to take full advantage of it. It had to have taken me another hour to fall asleep. I was so excited from my short lucidity (like 5 seconds maybe), that I just couldn't sleep.

Interestingly enough, the next dream I had, I became lucid. I guess I was extremely skeptical of everything due to my earlier lucid experience. I remember being in a men's locker room, (a girl was in the men's room, but I didn't pick up on it) and I just blurted out "purple clouds" pretty loud. None of the DCs even looked at me or reacted at all. Imagine going up in a room of like 10 people and saying something like "purple clouds" really loud. Yeah, I went lucid off of that, oddly enough. I didn't even think to RC and oddly enough, I didn't have to stabilize. I asked the closest DC if I was dreaming and I don't remember what they said, but I had a short conversation with them. They seemed so absent-minded. Like every response was systematic. Anyway, I wasn't even thinking about flying or shooting fireballs or doing anything supernatural. I closed my eyes and decided I wanted to appear on the moon, which didn't work, and then I decided I wanted to appear on Mars. To my surprise, I didn't appear on Mars, but in a red lighted room with a drill sergeant yelling at me through an intercom system. He told me something that had to do with getting rid of my children if I wanted to fight in this war. Excited for action and ready for battle, I wasn't really sure what he meant by getting rid of my kids. He walked out of the closet beside me and I decided to ask him some things like I did with the other DC. He didn't respond the way the other DC did, though. His responses were shouted questions back at me, namely asking me about a paper on a desk. He asked what one of the drawings meant, and I explained I wasn't sure; it was just a doodle (it was a drawing of a steak I think). At this point, I think I lost lucidity and began to accept this dream as reality again. I don't remember making anymore conscious decisions in the dream. I remembered a fragment of the end of the dream where I was in my class and some kids were exclaiming to my computer teacher that it was possible to control your dreams. Everyone seemed rather intrigued. I was the only person who wasn't so excited and the teacher looked right at me. He looked back away and I guess the dream ended.

False awakening. Forgot to RC. Rosa comes to wake me up and I tell her about my first LD. I was really excited and she was about to change her pants for some reason. Her mom suddenly walks through the door and she obviously thinks we were sexing it up. She doesn't really get angry, but Rosa is shocked and doesn't have her pants on yet. I can hear Rosa's dad coming around the corner, but the dream ended before he did, thank GOD.

Note: Tonight I have noticed that my list of goals doesn't seem to be shrinking any even as I complete some of my goals… I'm adding them as quickly as I can complete them! First was to pick up MoSh and do some training with Vegeta, who has said I can use my WILD's for other things and try to train in a DILD, but I don't trust my DILD's to be consistent enough to make sure I get any training in. This training session was a lot like others, so I won't go into extreme detail, just to put we did some speed trials to continue increasing our speed, then trained with swords against each other, together against one stronger opponent, and together against a large number of opponents. Vegeta said both of us are showing a lot of improvement in a short period of time. Other goals included the continuing attempt at a shared DDO dream, finding Xildron, and the next task of the year which is showing humans how to make fire. My WILD was taken up with Vegeta, the rest of the night was fragmented, but here it is…

*Xildron*
I was lucid and I was working on my goal to find Xildron. I don't remember the beginning of this dream nor how I became lucid, and that really isn't important to the part of the dream I remember, anyway. I was in the break room at my school surrounded by other students. Dennis was bugging me. He was saying something about opening interdimensional portals in games. I told him I could open a real interdimensional portal, but he didn't seem to believe me. I really didn't care. Nick was saying there are only two dimensions to work with and he had already seen both of them. I also ignored Nick as I focused my mind on finding Xildron. I focused on the description Walms had given me about Xildron… I focused on both the description of the human Xildron had been changed into at the same time as I focused on the dragon he was supposed to be. I realized I didn't even know for sure what kind of energy he used, dark or light… I had been assuming Xildron used dark like Walms, but then again everyone knows what three words make up the word assume… ass-you-me. I focused more on the description and the situation than on the energy form since I wasn't sure. I was only vaguely aware of Dennis and Nick bugging me and asking what I was doing, I heard someone say I looked constipated… and finally a portal opened. That left the people around me all stunned. I ignored their stupid reactions and went into the portal, hoping to find Xildron on the other side of it. I exited the portal and had a look around. I barely got a chance to register that there was a red sky before I was hit in the face with a huge blast of energy that pushed me back through the portal. Witchblade formed instantly to protect me, but I was still pushed back into the break room of my school where both Dennis and Nick had been peering into my portal after me… and of course I crashed into both of them with intense force, slamming them through the next wall… and they had no Witchblade to protect them. I stood up and saw Dennis and Nick were sprawled at weird angles on the floor, they looked dead. My only thought was, "What the fuck was that?!"

*I Have a Gambling Problem*
I was supposed to go to school. I didn't feel like going. I had some extra time, and I wanted to do something else. The last thing I wanted to do was show up early for a class I hated. My ethics class was where I was supposed to be going, and it was the last place I wanted to go. I stopped at an arcade, thinking maybe there was a video game in there that might distract me for a bit and get me relaxed before I had to go to that horrible class. The arcade was huge, rows and rows of arcade games, all making beeps, buzzes, other strange noises, and loud music. I walked down the aisle and saw numerous games that I really wanted to play, but there was only one problem… the games were all so expensive! I had some money, but I didn't have nearly enough to get any significant play out of any of the games. Maybe one play and then I would be flat broke. I continued wandering through the arcade, feeling more annoyed rather than more relaxed as I had intended, and then I found a slot machine. Weird… I looked at a few of the units and noticed something weird about one of them. The cover to the wheels where the symbols showed up was cracked. It was just possible to get something in there… I was able to push a pencil through and move the wheels with the eraser part… and select what symbols appeared. Hmmm… I put some money in and pulled the lever. The colorful symbols flashed by on the wheels until they finally stopped, with a spot where I knew I had won nothing. I moved one of the wheels by one symbol so that I would at least win something. Money came out into the tray; it had accepted the new position as the final position even though I had cheated! I looked around and did that a few more times. Each time I did it I managed to win a small amount. I didn't want to get greedy with this since I was cheating, but it seemed they were also cheating by charging such outrageous prices for their games. I collected my quarters and then I stopped… I hadn't even thought about there possibly being video cameras there… what if I had been seen? Might security guards be coming for me even now? Shit! I practically ran down the aisles and between the game consoles and out into the parking lot, half surprised that I made it all the way. I got in my car and left, expecting to be followed at any minute…

*Down With the Sickness II*
I was at my new job, which strangely enough, was at a lab doing research work even though my education is in computer operations and game design. That didn't seem strange to me in the dream, though. It seemed completely normal. I was looking through a microscope, watching a virus… the virus was on the viewing slide with some blood cells.

Small pieces of the virus kept breaking off, and then those pieces touched another cell, that cell became a viral cell. That meant it spread very fast, and in almost no time at all it had consumed every single healthy cell on the slide. There were people who had this virus. My goal was to help find an antidote… a vaccine… something that could save those who were sick and prevent more people from becoming sick. It was one nasty bug, I had also discovered it is easily transmitted from person to person, or to other animals, through the air… it was airborne… and just inhaling a single cell could prove fatal since it reproduced so quickly. This virus was so easily passed from one person or animal to another that merely having the virus land on your skin can prove fatal since the virus immediately attacks the skin cells… I put on a biohazard suit and went into a treatment room where there were people with various stages of the disease, we were trying different treatments that looked promising, but nothing had worked. I returned to the lab after checking on the patients. When I took off my biohazard suite, I found there was a hole in the suit… right over the left elbow… there was no way I could have not been exposed. I looked at my arm, I was sure that was where the infection would start… and there was nothing to be done for it. I went to the sink and scrubbed the area with anti-viral soap… but I was sure that wouldn't help, my cells were already being infected, it was just a matter of time before I would die… or maybe not! My first thought was to just give up, but that wasn't going to happen. No chance. I would resist this sickness through sheer strength of will! I was not going to die!

Originally Posted by r2d2651

02.02.2010

JJ YOU STUPID FAG! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

JJ from school was acting super gay (as usual) So I popped and screamed at him "JJ YOU STUPID F*****G FAGGOT NO ONE LIKES YOU I HATE YOU FAG!!!" (Disclaimer: I have nothing against gay people at all but oh my god you need to meet this stupid kid to understand...) He started crying and said "I thought you were my friend!" When he said I thought you were my friends I felt a little bad...

Later I was in some sort of store talking to Nicholas alone about my outburst and I think he supported it.