* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***

Credit for these ideas can be found in the LD Game Idea thread in your individual posts. Most of these ideas are from team members, not me.

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Game Related Ideas

1. A game with a kind-of a kingdom hearts feel.
2. You could also go with a sandbox style game.
3. I have some music I wrote up which is still in the works.
4. There would be some evil beings on the dream plane that are invading the waking world and this guy has to learn to lucid dream to stop them.
5. As you progress in the game, you learn new "dream control" abilities...like flying, super sprint, teleportation, etc.
6. You could also face certain obstacles that you have to overcome. Walls, bad guys (or cops ), dark regions and such. You could go different ways (per your sandbox idea), to get away from problems, and call on your abilities as appropriate.
7. You can slowly lose a power like getting heavy while flying...or losing lucidity!
   

Administrative ideas

1. I think we need to recruit more people from this forum to help with the project. Anyone reading this, even if there is nothing you think you can do, trust me there is. Please volunteer.
2. We will also need someone to compile a list of people working on the project and their contributions for the credits.
3. Each team should have some means of contact outside of this thread to communicate on what needs to be done and post a few updates back here.
4. We should get a list of who wants to help and once we have 10+ we should all get into chat and see if we can get the ball rolling.
5. The best way to go about this would be to make a short demo first. Maybe around 20-30 minutes of play time. Then you can release/show off the demo and go with it from there. Making a full game is a huge project and a demo could definitely get you a good start. It would also be wise to go with the xbox live marketplace/playstation network-type game. Many of those games are made by small groups of people. Download-able media is really booming right now, and seems to be going nowhere but up.
6. Create a script from the collective ideas of everyone. Possibly put up some polls and whatnot to make some decisions (like the name of the game, etc.
7. I would suggest anyone involved make a link in their signature to this thread. Called, "The Lucid Video Game Project," or something similar.

I was with O.G. and kissed above her rear.

The End

Fragment

I was lying down and there were two monitor lizards or young Komodo Dragons--one at my ankle and one at my foot. I didn't see the DC, but someone asked, "But what if one of them bites you?"

I was terrified. I didn't move hoping they wouldn't get excited and therefore bite me. I waited and decided I better pull my leg back. I got away, but it started to try to bite as I pulled away. A-a-a-a!

--

I was looking for a bathroom in my dream. I had to go in waking life. I ended up finding a bathroom and for some reason deciding I should take a shower. I started two and was grossed out by two pair of underwear on either side of the bathroom floor.

I was about to get undressed to shower when some kid comes in. He saw I was going to take a shower, so he leaves and starts telling everyone as though I'm doing something wrong.

I didn't attack him, nor he me, but we were all of a sudden fighting about it. He was pinching me. It didn't hurt that bad, so I didn't flinch. My face did not show any pain. I picked him up and started pounding his head into a dresser.

The End

I have poor recall on this dream, but basically there were several women vying for the position of host for a radio show or as an advertising spokesperson. They were all trying to earn a vote.

This one lady came up to me and put her face up against mine to seduce my vote. She kind of ended up kissing me, and then knocking me over a couch or onto a bed.

Her appearance changed to another woman who slid down the covers. She put her face close to my groin. I thought how nice it was, but she could just go ahead and give me what I really want. She kind of starts to, but never really did. I felt good, but I was disappointed I couldn't get her to commit.

I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. Maybe drinking the perfect amount of liquid could induce a sexual dream in a man without waking him up. Hmmmmm.

In waking life yesterday I hiked a few miles near Kennesaw Mountain. My legs are shot. This made me dream a fragment about some kind of troopers. It was basically G.I. Joe guys; nothing really happened with them though.

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I was with a black lady. I never saw her face. I saw her ass. It had weird designs that didn't look that nice, but I wanted to touch her anyway.

I turned my face, not because I didn't want to see it, but some how this was to ask permission. As I brought my hand down slowly, she pulled my hand down and I squeezed her ass. I was happy.

I looked up and now she was on her back and she was Chinese, though again, I never saw her face. I saw her waste. My hand was in her hair.

The End

I seem to have pretty good luck in my dreams.

I was on a subway with my cousin who lives in Florida in waking life. She was in another car and I was trying to make my way to her from the neighboring car.

Someone gives me a map of where we are going. The paper has figures that are supposed to resemble the maps on the Marta trains, but instead are handwritten abstractions: circles with an "L" in the middle and then a 1. (OK, so there is an "L1" stop. Is that like "Left 1"? There were other markings, but they weren't clear in my dream.

I decided to just try to open the doors between cars to make my way to my cousin. As I forced the door open, someone started pushing them back closed. Kind of pissed me off. I finally got them opened and made my way through to the next car.

I looked outside the train car and saw tracks that went below a recent flood line. That was kind of disturbing.

The next I remember, I am being threatened by some criminal types. They are demanding all my money. I have a lot, but I tell them no, throw down a $20.00, kicked a couple of them and ran away. My brother was there and he stayed.

So, I ran away and found myself trying to find my way home. I was going through the shops in this little downtown entertainment district. I am lost in a maze of shops and courtyards. I end up with my mouth full of something that I need to spit out.

I go through this bar and find myself between two sets of two guys who are ultimate wrestling. I'm just trying to get by. One of the guys in front of me picks up his opponent and slams him down on his head. It would have broken his neck. Then the guy wants to wrestle me. I make my way around him.

I'm finally able to spit the stuff out of my mouth. I spit out a bunch of nastiness. Then some other guy spits out two balls of something and a fried egg. I spit out some more stuff and now my mouth is empty. (WTF?)

Finally I am in a marble courtyard. It is made up of square designs with steps. It is a complex architectural design. It was very pretty, but I didn't know how to get out.

I don't remember anything after that.

I was on the banks of a pond. I saw footprints in the sand. There were different animal prints and small people prints. I noticed that none of the prints had the proper number of toe imprints. Blown chance to go lucid.

--

There was a girl at a bar with a guy. I guess they weren't together. I want to get with the girl, so I play around like I'm going to break her neck. It wasn't really violent, but rather a chance to get inside her personal bubble and make contact with her.

It works, because she gets up and I say, "C'mon...give me a hug." I held her so close and tight! It was wonderful. We ended up kissing, but it was closed mouth kisses as though we shouldn't be kissing at all. We kept hugging and going to the closed mouth kiss two or three times.

Makes me want to go back to bed!

I was with a big boned girl and was doing her a favor. It was very nice.

I was with S.G. I reached in her blouse and felt her breast. I pushed to cup it fully. I felt her nipple. She gave me O.S. This whole thing happened twice. Very nice.

My dream switched to a large Hispanic or Italian guy with the most beautiful Latina in the world. She was European (white), and had black hair that looked gunmetal blue in the light. It fell to an inch above her shoulders. It was perfectly straight and would have felt as soft as water.

She turned around and walked by. I tracked her, but never got to see her face. She would have looked like Alizee. I don't think it was supposed to be her though.

--

I was looking out into my garden. I saw two Irises. The foliage on one was huge; however they were in the shade, so I thought I should move them into a sunnier area.

Then I noticed some rodent creatures. They were as big as bear cubs. They looked like the little bear creatures in Return of the Jedi. In waking life we watched that movie a couple nights ago. (There is a hint there for all dreamers).

These creatures were eating something that I put out for other animals. They were sitting on a bench or something, and talking to each other. Their eyes were huge.

The area they were sitting in in my garden was kind of protected. They felt safe and happy and had easy grub, so they were talking to each other having a good time.

I knew that someday they would have to forage for there own food and they would be sad about it.

I was arguing with my dad. My dad is usually a trigger to go lucid because he has passed, but I didn't .

So we were walking along when someone passed me on my left. I put my hand on my dad's shoulder and moved closer to him to let the guy on my left go by without bumping into me. My dad said, "You see, I'm not really comfortable with that since your mad at me."

I couldn't believe it. Then I started jogging and throwing punches to the air as if I were in training. I think this was a throwback to a punishment he once gave me.

I felt a little silly. I'm not really a fighter, so I felt as though I was being disingenuous, but I kept on because I was mad. At one point I jumped up. I had some great hang-time. This was another chance to go lucid, but it didn't happen.

The End

I was with Rona. There were two cars. The first one seemed like a '67 style Dodge Charger. It was a fast car. Rona's was the style of a '67 GTO. The V lines were exaggerated. Rona was saying how it used to be a police car and it would go much faster than the other car.

--

It was night and I was trying to get home. I turned right down a narrow path with brush on either side. It seems I could have gone home another way, but I didn't know how, and this path was right here and would get me home faster. The only thing is, there were wolves a entering the path.

I was terrified, but started running faster as though I could outrun them. I had all the endurance I needed. I started to growl at the first dog, and I guess it worked. I kept running and there was another wolf up ahead. I ran easily, but then the dream ended.

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I was in an airplane and there was an open hatch. It was like a vacuum sucking up some potato chips. The hatch led to hell, or at least some evil place. It was trying to suck me up, but I didn't allow myself to be sucked up into it.

--

I saw several small birds of prey. They were the size of falcons, but looked more like hawks. The background landscape was mountains, but the foreground was flat and grassy.

I had better food ready, but when it came time to feed them, all I had was seed. Now I'm inside and there isn't as much room. I decide to feed the birds anyway. Now they are only crows. I'm disappointed, but I threw out my food for them.

Now one of the birds is much smaller. I'm with someone who takes the bird into her mouth, though not to eat it. In my waking life I used to have small birds that liked to pick at my teeth and would stick their whole head in my mouth.

The space I'm in starts to get very cramped. In waking life last night I was stapling reflective insulation in my attic and cramped doesn't approach how little room I had. My dream ended as I looked out at the avian activity.

--

I was in a middle-eastern bazaar at night. There were large baskets hanging above me for sale. The country I was in was not a democracy, and that made me uncomfortable except for one thing: certain things were legal, and I was having a user-dream the whole time...so I went with it.

The End

I was part of a group of people working on restoring a building. We were doing some framing today. (In my waking life I do not do any construction)

We were on the bus line. At some point, one of the people in charge of the project locked the front door so that no bad people could get in.

I got hungry and started looking for some food. I went down stairs to the front door. Through a smoky plastic or glass door front, I could see the bus stop. I thought I better not unlock the door. Shoot! I was hungry.

I went back upstairs and went back to my crew. I started thinking that something was wrong and I should have gone out and caught that bus. If nobody was going to be at the bus stop anymore, it would stop coming around; then I would be trapped in the building.

I was still hungry. A building spirit started producing stuff for us to eat. It appeared in a refrigerator type thing (probably a refrigerator, but it wasn't that clear).

I pulled out three jars. One had something that you could eat, but it wasn't a main course type entree. It was just one piece of something floating in pickle juice...with a big thumb and two small thumbs cut off of someone.

In another jar, again in pickle juice, there was a foot. It was a skeleton foot with meet on top of it. Thick, nasty foot meet.

There was another jar with stuff just as gruesome, but I forget what it was. Now we are all getting scared. This is some kind of hell. A lady gets so scared she decides to kill herself, or escape if possible, by jumping out the window. She jumped into the "ocean" below. It was salt water, but not as big as an ocean.

I somehow got outside to check out where she jumped. Now there was just a waterway like a river where the street would have been on the bus line. The water was black. You didn't want to be in that water.

Now I have some dry food stuff in my mouth and I start spitting it out. With just stuff in the sides of my mouth and around my lips that I'm trying to spit out, the black water is the street again. There is a heavy Creole kind of woman cleaning up everywhere I spit, and she tells me to stop making a mess, but I keep trying to clean out my mouth.

The End.

I'm standing in kind of a gravely road and there is a gray pit bull barking at me and trying to get an angle on me to bite me. I have a pen.

As he attacks, I stab him in the back. I end up stabbing him repeatedly. Once I kind of miss and he nearly bites me. Eventually the DOG has an army weapon of a tube that you drop rocket things in and they shoot out immediately. The dog puts a rocket in, but it is more like another smaller tube of metal that he puts in.

Now I have a metal pole and I smack the metal that he is trying to shoot at me. The projectile gets bent and won't come out. Now the dog is a person. He is like a crazy soldier. I start to whack him with my metal pole. I hit him about three times. I kind of get a head shot and a couple body shots.

He tells me the next blow would have killed him, so luckily I don't need to hit him again. He looks pretty good, but I don't want to kill him. Now though, he is after me. I run away.

I end up in a mall and security is there. Other people are around and they know about the guy on a rampage. I start to tell the officer about the dog that turned into a soldier guy and realized that the story would make me look crazy, so I just said there was a guy who was trying to attack me.

The End.

I was in a house that was turned into an insurance business, but it was set up like a home, and the owner's family lived in it. The daughter was there, wearing a whitish dress. She was a dirty blond. She was depressed and took a bottle full of lamp oil and started chugging it.

I was the only one who was concerned about her. I told them not to make her vomit, and I would call poison control. I was looking for the number but I couldn't find it. To get the number, I had to go somewhere between exit 9 and exit 14 on Georgia 400. I started to realize that that was too much ground to cover to find a number and started getting nervous because time was of the essence.

I am in Britney Spears' class. Funny, as I am class of '86. Anyway, I want to ask her to sign my baseball. I have a baseball for my friends to sign and one for geniuses (or otherwise worthy people) to sign in my waking life.

I don't want her to think that I'm one of her love-smitten fans, but I want her autograph. I tell her something like, "I'm only going to be a senior once--"

She interrupts and says kind of sarcastically, "Oh, your a senior?" faking being impressed, and I knew it. I tried to show a genuine interest in show-business. I won first place in a Halloween costume contest two years in a row in my waking life. I tried to tell her that but couldn't get it out. She was interrupting me and didn't seem interested.

At one point she came close to me and I had my hand barely touching her hair. It wasn't my intent, but she came up to me. Then, she started becoming less interested. I forget part of the dream, but it was all just to get her to realize it made since that I would get her to sign my baseball. If we go to school together, she could just sign my baseball without it being such a big deal.

I never actually requested the signature.