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    1. Sniping & Ripping Someone's Head Off

      by , 10-12-2014 at 07:27 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      11.10.2014
      Sniping & Ripping Someone's Head Off (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      This is a very disturbing dream simply because for the first time in a long time, there was something I did that would be very graphic, and maybe gore-y to some extent.

      I’m bending my knees at a hiding point within a train station of some sort. The atmosphere consists mostly of a milky sepia toned overlay, along with subtle hints of brown, and dark mustard gold components as well. There’s a contrast of very cool colors like blue, green, and violet to the left of me.

      But what’s really important is what’s located to the right of me. Based on my emotions, I felt as if I was having to mentally prepare myself for doing something very bold. Apparently, it was to assassinate an elderly man that’s onboard a speeding train, and I have to use a sniper rifle in order to kill him. It seems this was suitable for some reason due to how noisy the train may be, which would mask out the sound of the sniper rifle shots.

      I can’t recall what kind of clothing I was wearing in particular, but I presumed it had to be very light in order for me to traverse around the area quickly and efficiently just in case I needed another reference point to shoot form. And I believe there was someone right beside me that would be my backup/partner/comrade, but I didn’t pay too much attention to them, even when being aware of my peripheral vision on the right side.

      It made sense since all I could focus on was the target at hand. I wasn’t sure why I was doing this, and it felt as if I was just playing the typical video game where the character has to shoot down some grandiose villain who happens to be proficient in Black Marketing with Uranium, or some other atomically potent weapon of mass destruction.

      I noticed that I seem to be at a perfect angle in order to take several shots at once with the rifle. Imagine being aware right where you’re at now, and knowing you’re bracing your back against the intersection of two walls that would be going out in a “V” formation expanding away from you. Now imagine the scenery shifting from a sepia tone overly, to one consisting of cool colors (e.g., turquoise, violet, green). This will be crucial in distinguishing what would be an implied “actual time and space” setting with the cool colored overly, and the sepia tone that would imply that time would be put to a halt while I’m able to move freely at “normal speed” compared to the space surrounding me.

      I noticed what looked like your casual train going through a linear track system is coming very soon, and I seem to fluctuate between controlling time a little bit, and going through trial-and-error of how I would land my shots. As the train gets closer, maybe 50-100 feet away from my location, I prepare the rifle, and zoom into a first person perspective, and it seems I have auto-assist in the dream or something.

      Because it’s automatically shifting my aim sights to the head and chest region of the elderly looking man I’m here to kill. He’s fairly tall, maybe 5’9’’ - 5’11’’. He’s wearing a milky violet-blue dress shirt with some kind of dark blue-ish violet upside down triangle material in the interaction of the V formation his attire is exhibiting. He’s wearing a milky blue suit on top of that dress shirt that is covered up by the buttoned-up suit, and is wearing pants of similar color to the suit.

      He seems to be at least within his late 40s, early 50s, but his body composition was deceiving as it implied that he could be very flexible and agile, and yet still have a powerful existence at the same time. He’s just casually standing around inside of the train. Within the train, the lighting consists of watery-lime green overlays, and somehow the attire the old man is wearing makes it easier to track him down.

      Not questioning the weird logic behind this, I prepare to take a shot, and as I’m shifting my awareness to first person perspective, time is slowing down for me. I seem to be fluctuating in visuals of sepia tone, and the cooler color tone I mentioned recently for this dream. Everything seems to be connecting, and I have my sights dead-on at this guy’s head, and if not, neck and upper chest region.

      I make no hesitation, and made my first shot that creates a very linear white smoking stream that’s akin to what you may see in a Halo game.







      Just as I was expecting him to fall flat on the ground, it seems that I either missed, or he has an existence that seem impregnable to whatever damage is done to him, or he has a bullet proof vest that can withstand the impact of a sniper bullet coming straight at him at a high velocity.

      I almost panicked a little bit simply because he would now be aware of his surroundings, and try to find the location of where the shot came from. Fortunately, he was in his own state of shock, twisting his upper region along with his head, arms and fingers, left and right as he’s anatomically allowed to move to.

      And because the train is slowly moving into my limit of making a sniper shot, I somehow made time go even slower, and shifted myself quickly to another reference point to shoot from, and this time, I was able to fire 3-4 shots into the chest area of the man. But even with this ability to slow time down, and also how the gravity works as well when I’m moving, nothing is working.

      For some reason, I decided to do something very unorthodox, and I can’t remember how I did it exactly. Somehow, I threw away the sniper rifle altogether since its weight would probably drag me down tremendously. Then I made a very quick dash to the left side of the train, and found some way to get inside the train.

      From this point on, it seems I had better control of coordinating my dream body movements compared to the previous aiming that felt like I was just a spectator gently guiding the aiming for the dream body I’m looking from a third person behind the back perspective. Taking advantage of the time manipulation, I somehow get the old man to be pushed out of the train through the windows, or something to that effect.

      I immediately jump off just seconds after he’s thrown onto the left side of the train tracks. The environment turns back to a sepia tone overly once more, and I guide my hands towards the back of the man’s face.

      And then used as much centripetal force, along with making a downward curve that would end in me having my left knee bent in a tilted L-shape, and my right kneed on the ground, to decapitate the guy’s head off.


      The moment this happened, the scene shifts to people looking through the window, and a few taking their upper region and heads out of the window in surprise of what was going on. One dream character I seemed to have recalled decently had a weird M-shaped mustache that was very curly and long. He looked more like a pirate rather than a person with a casual shirt and pants attire. The main colors of his outfit consisted of red with gold trimming, along with a white dress shirt underneath the red suit.

      I’m surprised as well on what I did to this guy just now, and this reaction seems to prompt me to shift my awareness elsewhere.
    2. outer space man

      by , 07-04-2011 at 04:55 AM (Tales from the sun chaser.)
      So I looked out of the window, and noticed the sky was weird again, and knew I was dreaming. When I walked outside, it felt like I had shades on and hood...everything was really dark. I didn't know what to do other than pretend to pull them off. I tried it a few times, and then I just removed my shirt. Day shifted into night, and the sky was beautiful. There were hundreds of stars in the sky, and there were clouds swirling around that looked like Chinese dragons. I saw a space ship, and decided to follow it. All of a sudden, I'm in outerspace flying at hyper drive speeds. It slows down, and I find myself aboard it. There are these aliens and humans there, and I just went through destroying all the aliens. Eventually it was time for plan B.
    3. Hyper Mustang!

      by , 05-23-2011 at 06:27 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      22.05.2011
      Hyper Mustang! (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      This is one time travel - rewind semi-lucid dreams I used to have as a child. I am realizing I am not awake, but dreaming, but without thinking straight. I got into trouble and rewinded the dream.

      Something happened in the dream previously that I could not recall, but I was sent to a room where some sonic traveling capsules could be ridden. This room was dark and the walls were made out of iron. I was with two guys that wanted to kick my butt for some reason. They pushed me inside one of these capsules, but I could scape. I witnessed how the capsule left and high speed. These guys told me that now I had to go to the sewers to get my butt out of there. They closed a huge metallic hatched and I was on my own.

      I decided to go down the pipe were the capsule was sent, until I got to the sewers. There were people living there, stores and even lamps. I walked through various stores and I saw some plants that were inside like small cages. One of them moved and said, "Muuuuuuuuuuuuu"

      I met with a friend and I saw some escalators that lead to a fancy department store. So we went up to see it.

      I figured I could dress up with a fancy suit and still it so I could bring it to waking life. I felt if I stole something from the dreamworld it would be all right. I told to my friend, but some security guard noticed so I passed.

      I explored the store and at the exit, there was a high end car dealership. They had for sale a Mustang Shelby GT500 Super Snake:







      However, it was in improved one. It was blue like the photo but it was half big, like sliced in two. Instead of a trunk, the car had two big ailerons. It looked like a plane on its back. The salesmen approached at me and offered assistance. I was taking a look of the car on the inside. It was not finished, as I could saw cables and everything. The car was capable of reaching 400 miles per hour.

      Suddenly, the car started moving alone, so I grabbed the steer wheel. The guy from the dealership started the engine and hit the gas remotely. I started to drive on small roads. The car accelerated extremely fast. I started to do some speeding. I entered a highway and I was amazed that the mustang went from 0 to 80 miles per hour in one second. I started to speed at extreme speed on the freeway until a van changed lanes abruptly and hit me. I started to spin, hitting other cars and fell to a river. I was worried about totaling this car, as it was not mine.

      I realized I better rewinded the dream. I closed my eyes and focused really hard in getting out of there. I succeed and appeared at the beginning of the dream. I decided to take the capsule from the very beginning instead of avoiding it
      (If I did not, I would re-dream the whole thing exaclty... happened several times when I was a kid) Something about a cat woke me up.
    4. Leaving the Mystery Manor and stepping through time.

      by , 11-17-2010 at 08:04 PM
      This is the closest thing to a truly lucid dream that I've experienced to date. It's now a recurring dream I suppose, since it's happened once or twice before. In this one, I fade in and out of awareness (that I am dreaming) and seem to have some limited control at times.
      In the beginning, I'm back in that funhouse mansion - but now, the changing rooms have all stopped, like a powered-down amusement park. It almost seems like they were the same rooms all along as they are now. Was the rest all an illusion?
      I'm somewhere on the second floor - whoever I am. I'm dressed in a light black robe and I have red hair (I don't).
      I make my way through the rooms and down the stairs to the exit. I'm a little afraid to go, but I have to. There are points where I close my eyes in anticipation of what I'll see in the rooms - events are the same as the first time I dreamed this, and in this dream I remember that. For a moment, though, I'll remember either who I am or that I am dreaming and move more confidently. The feeling would fade away after a short time.
      After besting the trials of the manor, I exit into a dark and humid urban environment. Before me is a long straight road, with hazy light fixtures on either side. It looks like I'm seeing it through a car window, but I'm just standing there. Elsewhere there is a grid of featureless buildings and between them, a labyrinth of little roads. A few people come and go.
      Someone speaks to me -- I don't remember ever seeing him -- and I am running as he does, following some unfamiliar girl. She falls and is injured, and a man appears and carries her. He's stocky, but quite agile, and fairly vulgar from what I remember him muttering.
      The disembodied voice is telling me that I am looking at one point in my life, in the universe, on a time line. That everything has already "happened," and as I hear him, things slow down. For a moment I feel aware again, and I move back and forth through time by a few seconds. It feels more like reading a book, though -- but I don't feel disillusioned. It seems so right and reassuring.
      We three runners come together before some fourth figure -- the source of the voice, no doubt. Some words are exchanged but things have faded heavily and I enter a different dream.
    5. Wade Payne

      by , 09-23-2010 at 04:50 PM (Tales from the sun chaser.)
      I remember being in a fire fight in a huge expansive library. I was running around and shooting almost anything that wasn't me. I started out with dual Uzi submachine guns and I took out a couple of guys as I headed down the hallway. I made a made a left at the end of the hall and made another. As I headed up the other hall, there was one more guy left at the opposite end of the library. We were running at each other, but we were in separate aisles. It was too hard to get a clear shot from where I was at, and there was a open doorway that we would both inevitably cross. He crossed the hallway first, and then as soon as I got near it we were both firing at each other. I dove towards opening and rotated my body towards the direction of the enemy and let off the last remaining shots. At this point everything was moving in slow motion like a Max Payne shoot dodge. When I hit the ground I was behind a wall and out of ammo. I threw down both guns, and pulled out a M-16 out of nowhere. I crouched as low as I could and got as close to the door opening I could. The guy came sprinting into the room I was in, and the last thing he saw was the big grin I had on my face as I emptied the clip into him.