Clyde Machine's Dream Journal

[Clyde Machine]

"Now you're DREAMING with portals." Use the portal gun while lucid, or use portals while lucid. 03.03.2010 40: 3.3.10; 2:59AM Part 1: Knife Fight, Portal Gun, and An Interesting Lucid Moment. (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'd been dreaming that I was trying to find out about something that happened in a place called Philipe, where the US was involved. I was having great difficulty using my phone, the widgets jumping all over the place and the keyboard every three or four letters I typed. I tried calling Julia to ask her what was going on, but she was busy when I got ahold of her. While on the phone with her, I asked if we could get together, but after a few seconds she was busy again. The dream transitioned into a scene where someone began fighting with me, and when the fight began, I realized I was dreaming. To confirm I was dreaming, I made sure to turn my head and say, either to someone or just to say it, "I'm dreaming right now," and resumed the fight. I knew I had my knife in my pocket from real life, so I dropped my hand into my left pocket and fished it out, all the while keeping an eye on this odd man who was my opponent. I worked out my knife and pulled out the blade, getting it readied in my right hand. The man began changing form in an indescribable way (partly because I don't clearly recall what exactly about him changed), but I can say he was reducing the space his body was taking up, in an effort to make it harder for me to fight him. It was no use to him; when he pulled out a blade of his own, I smiled deviously and swatted it away boldly with my own, with a satisfying clink, and started slashing at his face. I recall the motions I made at him were very gentle, because I thought if I'd pulled out my blade in real life, I'd be stabbing holes into my blanket or something, so I kind of just pushed the blade at his face, touching him and (while drawing no blood) causing him harm. This forced him to back up, further compacting his body. I don't recall how the dream transitioned from here, but I knew the fight had ended, and I visualized a new environment I called a Beyblade Stadium, which actually was more like a concert arena, from the outside. There were many people all around me, walking about and minding their own business. The place, I recall and noted, had a very glassy look to it. The floor looked heavily waxed, and the walls seemed very shiny and a tad reflective of various colours. First thing that popped into my head: Portal gun! While watching the vivid scenery, I ran through the crowd at an unnaturally increased pace. I expected in my mind for there to be the Portal gun on the floor, after I'd turned a corner. The corner came up, and there it was, lying there, dark red in colour and in the general shape of the Portal gun. I ran towards it, and like in an FPS game, didn't have to stop to pick it up. It appeared in my hands, the end of the gun poking into my vision from below me, looking as it should have: the end being dark grey, and the gun itself being silver in colour. I took aim at the big glassy wall of the arena, and there opened the orange portal. Now, I remembered my concern from my waking state, that going through one portal and coming out the other, even looking through one, might not function like a real Portal gun, because there are unnatural laws of physics at work - basically, the mind isn't used to seeing that, so will the dream destabilize? While I thought, the dream destabilized to some degree, and transitioned into a false awakening. During the false awakening, I noted several times that I needed to find my dream journal while my experience was fresh in my mind. I was talking with Emily about it a little. A transition found me in another place, sitting and talking on a barstool on an old-time street with someone. We were talking about a woman who was singing in the building nearby. The person I talked to heard her, but I said that I hadn't, which didn't even matter because I was asleep. Right then, I was lucid again. In my excitement, I whipped around in my stool to see my friend Dom sitting there, and with a look of shocked surprise on his face at my behaviour, I shouted at him enthusiastically, "I'm asleep!" This immediately destabilized the dream, right into another false awakening. When I "woke," I was talking with someone, now standing in the street I was just sitting by a little bit ago, and said that I must have been at the barber getting a haircut when I'd dozed off and had that lucid dream just now. I now listened for the woman mentioned earlier, and recognized the song she was singing to be called "Blues Dude," or something similar to that. (I'd told someone the name twice, once with three words and once saying it was just "Blues Dude," but I forgot what the first name I said was, as that was the official name.)