non-lucid

Only fragments thanks to my obnoxious alarm clock. I was waiting, with a group of other people. I think we were some kind of club. I think we were waiting to go home, but I could be wrong. The leader, a woman I think, casually left early, but we had to wait longer. I think two of them were kind of like "trusted members" to whom she delegated some of her tasks, but this could be false memory because the "leader" made me think of someone I used to know in real life (interpretation mixing with memory). I also think I remember a phone, one of those old early 2000's ones.

This dream partially overlapped with reality, as if I was in the early stages of a WILD - but I wasn't lucid. I saw a town. I recall some kind of device around my arm, and an application that reminded me of Facebook, or a dating app, telling me it suggested a nearby café for some reason. Only vague flashes remain of this bit. Then, I was in my bed (overlap with reality part starts here) and looked to my left through the open door of my bedroom. I saw a very creepy little girl dressed in red approach. I couldn't see her face. She looked a lot like Alma from the game FEAR. I was almost frozen in fear. At some point I decided I couldn't just lie there and let whatever happen, so I conquered my fear and jumped out of bed. I thought about getting one of my guns, and closing and locking the door. Sadly she was already in my room, walking by the bed to the other side. The rush of adrenaline I felt when I got out of the bed woke me up.

This dream featured gameplay of the game Fury³, a very old Microsoft game from 1995. My view was the camera of the ship. I flew around Terran, the first planet. My objective was to blow up some kind of tower. I fired on it, but it wouldn't blow up yet. I flew up, then dived down for another volley. Another target (or the same one?) also flailed to blow up. It took off (it was a big ship) and flew off. Having failed to destroy it, I expected to fail the game, but I think I got assigned a new target instead.

It started in a small room. It was a long time ago, possible early 20th century, or even late 19th century. A couple of men were showing their refrigerators (I know, random). They said it ran on 500 Watts of power. I had my refrigerator with me, a modern one (their was ancient, they were from the late 1800's after all), and said it ran on 2000 Watts. They got suspicious as mine looked way too "futuristic" to them. I was from the future, so their suspicion was justified. At some point I was apprehended by a Nazi. Gestapo, or SS. *Racism warning*. He called me a "nigger" and ordered me to come with him. I tried to reason with the creep, saying I was clearly white, but he would not listen. Some other guy, also a Nazi (except I had known this guy for longer, apparently) had to take me in. We walked through a large, crowded corridor. I begged him to look the other way for a moment so I could get away. He used to be a friend, I think. I managed to escape onto a small town square, then flee between two houses. The place looked pretty old and Mediterranean. I heard a Nazi scream something, and felt a whole horde of the bastards chasing me. I was running on the street, when I felt myself being lifted up from the ground. I started to fly. I wasn't freaked out by this, even though it was my first time (in this dream's continuity). I didn't mind, I knew they would never catch me at that speed. I wasn't very good at steering yet, and I felt I couldn't avoid hitting the houses on the other side of the street. I plunged right through the window of a café, past two people who were trying to enjoy their coffee. Despite not *really* remembering my previous flying experiences, I remembered I had always had trouble NOT flying into buildings and decided a different approach. I would *let it* happen, and see what happens. By ignoring the buildings and not worrying about what would happen, I phased right through them. I could "become solid" mid-flight and burst through walls/glass/whatever, which was cool. When I was out of the houses again, I gained altitude again and looked out over the town. I felt invincible. I wanted revenge on the Nazi's. I didn't care about their puny bullets anymore. I'd rip 'em apart with my bare hands, or use TK. I knew the school (the place I escaped from was a school, apparently) was to my left, so I tried to turn left while imagining the place to create it. I think I was lucid at this point. I probably gained lucidity at around the point I started flying. Sadly, I instantly woke up the moment I tried this.

Final flash before I called it a night: someone was doing some kind of job (on a large wall?), and I was scratching rust off of my car.

I recall riding a bicycle, and feeling a very strange sense of euphoria. I kept riding, and in no time I knew I was in the Netherlands (I live in Belgium, not that terribly far from the border). I found myself in a grassy clearing, with trees all around. It was clearly summer. I left the bike behind, and stumbled around a bit. I felt "high" the whole time. I wanted to take a picture with my phone of the gorgeous landscape, which was hard - my vision was blurry and shaky, and movement felt weird. I pointed the phone directly at the sun (which was beautifully shining between the trees), but it took so long that I noticed a whole lot of people had moved into view. I didn't see them because of the sunlight shining directly into my eyes. They may have brought an RV or tents, not sure. Anyway, they noticed I was aiming my phone at them, and I realized how dumb I had to look to them. I stumbled off like a drunk in shame, back to my bike. Once there, a guy spoke to me (in Dutch with the correct accent) about something. He accidentally touched my bike, and it broke (almost fell apart, really). He apologized and offered to pay for it. He asked me how much I wanted. I was thinking about this, and that's all I remember.

Waited too long to write these down. My dreams this night stood out by how relatively happy and peaceful they were. In the first one, my entire family was still together (I live alone now, dad and mom divorced) like in the old days.

Of the second one I only remember my dad muttering orders to an imaginary army, and me pointing out how absurd this is. There was much more, all forgotten.

This dream took place in the Heroes-universe, between the last volume, and Heroes: Reborn. Noah looked far more muscly than I remembered, almost like a bodybuilder. The longer I looked, the less I recognized him. I don't recall why I was there exactly, but I can imagine it had something to do with his daughter.

There was a dream in which I was in some kind of military/research installation. I was in the part that still had some people roaming around, but most of the facility was abandoned, I think. I ignored this and wandered off deep in the bowels of the base. At some point I entered a large, cavern-like hall, almost like a grotto, where I was attacked by demons (the Doom 2 variety). I failed miserably the first time (got caught in massive crossfire), but I got to "try" again and handled the situation differently. I shot the imps by the entrance with a machine gun, and picked off demons one by one (several manchubi), avoiding the trigger that released the cyberdemon until last. Then I handled him with a rocket launcher. Then I ran off through some other room.

In this part I was in some kind of "war room", facing a wall where several factions had set up TV screens showing war data (or something like it). There were the Germans, and I think the Allies, but the Nazi's were a separate faction who did not have a space of their own, and roamed around between the other factions. I approached two guards on the opposite wall, who were guarding something like a fuse box attached to said wall. They wore modern battlesuits and helmets that obscured their faces. I fought them with the combat mechanics of the game Mirror's Edge Catalyst (fists, slide-kicks, jump-kicks), but especially the guard on the left was tough as hell and didn't take a lot of damage. At some point I got a combat knife somehow. I dispatched the weaker guard on the right (or did I beat him and *then* take his knife?) with ease, and started viciously stabbing the stronger guard, who was soon whimpering and at very low health. Suddenly, the guard had no helmet on anymore, and I saw it was a girl. A pretty one, too. I ignored it, jabbing the knife in her stomach (which was now bare for some reason, I noticed she had a navel ring) and jerking the knife upwards, attempting to disembowel her. But then, I felt sorry for what I was doing. I caressed her face in consolation, and noticed that everywhere I touched her, her body was dripping wet with some kind of oil - which was weird. I recall kind of hugging and kissing her, and perhaps eventually having sex with her right there. *REDACTED DETAILS* Anyway, I was interrupted by Hitler who was coming my way. I stood a few meters away from the fuse box thing, next to my fellow operative Benedict Cumberbatch (later I started to doubt, thinking he was Michael Fassbender instead). I asked him if he spoke German. He answered "a little". Hitler looked at us, saying something in German. I just stood there smiling like an idiot, hoping my mate would say something, anything. He did not, but we got away with it.

I vaguely remember driving a car, and pulling into a narrow alley onto a parking lot. There were a lot of cops, so I turned around and left again. It's possible I'm confusing reality (memory) with fiction at the moment.

A Japanese "castle" that I explored with a group of others?

Sailboating somewhere (not me driving) off the coast. The weather looked like it was getting pretty bad when we left (dark clouds approaching, already pretty high waves), so I wondered if this was really a good idea.

I was with some kid in the desert, next to a large structure. We wanted to leave. I started climbing a sandy hill, but the sand was deep and hard to move through. The hill suddenly turned extremely steep (90°), so it was impossible. A kid (possibly accompanied by another) appeared on top, seething with anger. He was mad at the kid who was with me, I think. I asked him why he was so angry. He replied that he had shown a potential customer the apartment, and that customer didn't want to rent it. Or something like it. He was in our way, and I didn't want to be trapped in there forever (it was the only way out), soI walked up to the wall of sand and kicked it. The sand collapsed, and the kid on top fell down with it. He immediately attacked me, possibly wielding some kind of stick or bat. I kept fighting, until I realized I must have been 15 years older than this kid and could easily overpower him. With some help of the other kid (he was possibly inspired by "Piggy" from Lord of the Flies, I watched the 1990 film yesterday and am still reading the book) I got him on the ground. He was swearing, but I grabbed his throat with both hands, and in the heat of the moment felt the desire to kill him. I squeezed hard, he went red and coughed a bit. I leaned closer, bit into his neck and savagely ripped out a chunk of flesh. Last thing I remember is me saying "Die, you little shit!". Then I woke up.

Thought I'd add another dream to my log.

The only thing I remember of last night, is that I was murdering children. Yes. With my bare hands. And I didn't feel anything. No anger, no remorse, nothing. I think I killed a dozen of them, and was still doing this when I woke up. I have plenty of violent dreams, or "rage dreams" in which someone pisses me off or attacks me, but this was unprovoked. Very disturbing.

I was a pretty dim living room, sitting around a table with a bunch of other people. They were all Americans, or so it seemed. I felt like they could be my friends, as I felt at easy around them, and they included me in their conversations (normally I am simply ignored). The girl on my left was either Hayden P. or one of her characters. I looked at the TV, and there was a show on, subtitled in Dutch (my language). I thought this was suspicious - why would an American show, shown in the US be subbed in Dutch? The others had an explanation, but it still felt weird. They pointed out one of the guys was German. Anyway, I was happy with these guys. I thought to myself that there was nothing for me left back home in Belgium. All I ever wanted was here. I would do anything to get that green card.

It was night, and I was lying on my back, in bed. Through the open door I could still see the living room I was in earlier, and I think the others were still there. I noticed "Hayden" lying next to me, with some distance between us. I got a little closer and reached out for her, gently caressing her face and hair. The smile she gave me was one of acceptance, and love. We'd never spoken to each other, and yet we had this instant human connection. I went in for the kiss, and that's all I remember.

I was a real asshole in this dream. I don't think I was lucid, but I was aware that the place wasn't in reality, and that I had great power over people and things down there. I was testing a very basic kind of power. I realized how using hands to perform telekinesis wasn't really necessary - the hands just provide the brain with a cue that make using the power easier to direct. The power itself is innate to the mind. I realized that anything could be achieved simply by focusing willpower very intensely. Making things move simply by thinking about it, by "seeing" it happen in your mind and forcing it to become reality.

I experimented a bit. On DC's, too. I think I made one guy explode in a cloud of blood and gibs. The other, I imagined him walk backwards, off a pretty serious drop. He had no choice but to obey.

The dream took place in a dark place, out in a wide open space. The ground consisted of black rocks and rivers of lava. There was a lot of massive scaffolding suspended above the ground. The first scene involved me flying through the dark, apparently trying to prevent a nuclear explosion from killing the last few humans. I could not prevent it, but when the blast finally happened (a word entered my mind: "first light"), I knew it was about 14 kilometres away from the people I was trying to protect. They would be safe.

I landed somewhere (possibly between two buildings, on some scaffolding). I think people were watching me from above, saying I couldn't do something. I wanted to prove them wrong. Then something happened. I already had angel wings (nice white ones), but too small to be functional (about 1 meter wingspan). Suddenly, they grew. Quickly. They grew until they were massive, about 2,5 meters in wingspan. I wasn't sure it would work, but I tried flying again, and it worked. For some reason, I was trying to reach for a certain skyscraper, but I had trouble staying still in the air. I kept drifting off. I managed to reach for it, and hung onto the side of the building, which was now very small - small enough so I could probably wrap my arms (or wings!) around it easily. I climbed down a bit, until I found the spot I was looking for. It looked like a red jewel (??) embedded in the structure. I punched through it and reached inside.

I looked at the horizon, and saw something unsettling. I saw a massive group of alien tripods (the ones from the 2005 War of the Worlds film) advancing towards the human outpost. They had no idea that they'd be attacked soon. I ran and flew as fast as I could, jumping, flying and gliding between the scaffolding. I think I was getting shot at, too. Laser beams. And there were smaller enemies among the tripods. I got past the advancing aliens, and kind of crash-landed (not sure why I kinda crashed) in human territory. I approached a bunch of humans by a campfire, and said I needed to get them out of there pronto. One of the men was Jan, a colleague from work. Only he looked the way he did years ago, before I even worked there. Anyway, he agreed they needed to get out of there.

Very long and absurd dream. The plot was about me and Noah Bennet trying to save what was left of his daughter Claire. She wasn't really a person anymore. More like a handful of ashes that somehow retained her intelligence and personality. I even suggested putting it in a robotic body, to bring her back. Anyhow, there was a car chase. Noah driving, me in the passenger seat. We went over a cliff at some point, but we both got out alive. Somehow I'd managed to hold onto "Claire".
After all this (and much more, forgotten action), we arrived at a house (their house?).

I remember a "guy" showing up, but he wasn't a normal human. Not human at all, actually. He was exceptionally strong, and wanted Claire at all costs. I tried fighting him. Not sure how that worked out.

I was with my father. He said grandpa was dead. He's in pretty bad shape in real life. Doubt he'll see the end of next year. Anyway, I got really emotional. Not just because of grandpa, but because it reminded me of my dad's mortality and that I'd lose him too one day. I cried quite a lot. My dad looked at me like I had two heads. Showing emotion isn't really acceptable in that side of the family. I forced myself to quit and said something like "I'm fine, I'm invincible to emotion," or something absurd like that.

I was walking through a town/city with Claire by my side. I could see some guys floating around, and thought to myself, "I can do that too, but better!". Yeah, I wanted to show off. I flew around a bit (not just floating), from building to building. At some point I was pretty high up inside a building (it was a pretty exposed spot, no walls). I waited too long and got scared of heights again (the dream felt 'too realistic', I could feel gravity). I didn't dare jump down again. Suddenly, something happened to Claire right below me. She was severely hurt. Caring about her made me forget about my fear, and I jumped down - floating gently to the ground. I held Claire in my arms. She was covered in blood, but recovered quickly (as kind of expected). Somehow, I learned she had done that to herself/let someone else do that to her to help coax me down. I think she was happy because it also showed I genuinely cared about her. Not sure what happened next. I remember kissing her? And boobies. Yes, boobs.

Battle at sea (Battlefield 1942 style), I was piloting a bomber. I dropped bombs on an enemy ship. I don't think they had much effect at first. I was taken down, and had to bail out. In the water, I could see my target capsize, and realized I must have hit it anyway (or did my crashing plane hit it?)

More weirdness. I was in France, on vacation. I walked into some kind of pub for twins. There was this girl there, who I recognized. I got into a fight (verbal, luckily) with a dude because of some toxic remark he made. I was about to run out, when the girl ran after me and offered me a drink (she spoke French, I replied in English) on the house. I accepted and went back inside. I told the girl I recognized her. She said she had a twin working at a fast-food place in Wallonia (southern bit of Belgium, where they speak French). I indeed remembered seeing her there.

I really wanted to get into her pants.