Oneironaut's Matrix

[Moonbeam]

Oh well. Some of them are gone, completely, some I can only remember fragments of. That sucks! Getting laid off too, what bummer. I realized, after working her bra off that she had three tits (exactly like the chick in total recall. @ Moonbeam) even though her bra had only been built for two. Aha! Do I know my Arnold movies or what? That bra sounds kind of painful. I had a brief stint of lucidity in this haunted house but I kept feeling myself beginning to wake up, so I decided to just relax and focus on the content of the dream. It took me a few moments, but things became more solid, and my lucidity faded. Hey that's the lucid task of the month. Cool dreams!

[Oneironaut Zero]

That sucks! Getting laid off too, what bummer. Hell yeah it does. ...But, hey, shit happens, right? [COLOR=#0000ff]Aha! Do I know my Arnold movies or what? That bra sounds kind of painful. Haha. Yeah. It was weird how I didn't notice she had three, before it came off. The third one just kinda "appeared". Hey that's the lucid task of the month. lol Cool dreams! Thanks!!

[The Cusp]

Holy crap! You had a great night of dreaming. Love that claw fight! I can really picture it, my kind of fun. Three boobs? Way to go! You should have dreamed yourself another hand!

[Oneironaut Zero]

Holy crap! You had a great night of dreaming. Love that claw fight! I can really picture it, my kind of fun. Three boobs? Way to go! You should have dreamed yourself another hand! LOL. Damn. Three hands...now why the hell didn't I think of that?? These were all spread out over a few days. I was just catching up, since I've been away from my DJ for so (read: "too") long. And that claw fight was awesome. It was really fast and anime-ish. The sparks were really big and exaggerated and lit up the whole alley.

[Moonbeam]

I got mixed up, the haunted house is for next month. Don't tell anybody. PS Do you think this picture in my sig is too big now? You said it was too small, so I made it bigger, but now it's huge, and I can't seem to get it in-between. So do you think I should I keep it like this, or go back down to the small size? I don't want to be one of those huge-sig people, which I think I've become.

[Oneironaut Zero]

I got mixed up, the haunted house is for next month. Don't tell anybody. Haha. Ok. Secret's safe with me. PS Do you think this picture in my sig is too big now? You said it was too small, so I made it bigger, but now it's huge, and I can't seem to get it in-between. So do you think I should I keep it like this, or go back down to the small size? I don't want to be one of those huge-sig people, which I think I've become. Yeah, it's a bit big. I'll resize it for ya. 09/16/2007 "The Karate Master" Had some B6 last night, so these were really vivid, and was this [ ] close to having an LD, but I was also tired as Hell and didn't spend too much time on actually trying to recognize the dream state, so I was just missing clues all over the place. This one began with a false awakening. I was in my old house and the room was dark. I looked beside me and there was a baby swing sitting there. Cierra was in it, and she was a baby again. Having not paid too much attention to it, at first, and turned away. I heard a noise and then turned back to look at the swing. Cierra was now older, maybe 5, and was climbing out of the swing by herself. The swing tilted over, but Cierra landed on her feet. Without even looking at me, she opened my room door and walked out. I got out of bed and followed her, noticing that the kitchen light was on. She walked down the hall, toward the living room and, when I got there, I was surprised to see that my living room was FULL of people. A large portion of my friends and family members were just lounging around and watching TV, even my friend that lives in California was there. I stopped and just stared at all of them. They all just looked at me and smiled, and went back to whatever they were doing. I looked at a clock (and I digital one, at that. I should slap myself for not doing a reality check) and it said it was 10:40 at night. The gears in my head just barely started turning and I finally said to them. "You know...It's strange enough that I remember going to bed at around 3am, and that clock says it's, somehow, 10:40..but....what the fuck are all of you doing here??" B, from Cali gave me some bullshit explanation (that I can't remember, right now) and it was somehow enough to throw me off. I walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer. There was (among other things) a half-eaten french-bread pizza in it. I closed the freezer door and walked back into the living room. It was now daytime and most of my friends and family had disappeared. Instead, Cierra and a bunch of kids were hanging around the living room. They all seemed really happy to see me and said that they had been waiting for me to come back, so we could practice martial arts together. I helped them move some of the furniture and we cleared out a large space in the living room and started messing around with some basic martial arts moves. After a while, the door opened and another, older, kid walked in. With her, was some big, barrel-chested man with a bald head and a black karate gi on. She introduced him as a "master" that was hear to spar all the kids. The kids were now, suddenly, teenagers and dressed in karate gis of their own. There were three different styles of gi, each defining a different level of skill. So I sat back in the dining room area and gave them their space, watching. It was an awesome sight. This guy was just plowing through these kids, but they were definitely putting up a great effort. The master was taking a different approach to each of the different skill levels. He was somewhat gentle to the kids with the all-white gis, the beginners, used a moderate level of control with the kids with a red sash, the intermediates, and absolutely destroyed the advanced students in the white/black Akido-style gis. He was just bouncing back and forth between all these kids, like Jackie Chan, as they rushed him, all at once. One of the girls did this sick combination where she jumped at him with a hurricane kick, which he stepped back from. As she landed, she continued the rotation (which was really fast), spinning like a top and swinging the foot around into a series of foot sweeps. The master evaded the first few rotations and then jammed his foot down on the ground, blocking the final kick with his leg before picking the girl up and flipping her over onto her back. The second he did that, an older boy, one of the advanced fighters, came up and attacked the master from behind. This kid had no chance. The master turned around, swept the kid's legs into the air, and drove a hand down into chest, slamming the kid down into the floor so hard I thought he would break through it. As I watched, part of me wanted to just rush in and try my hand at this guy, too, but I knew I would get owned, so I decided to just hang back, as this was their lesson, not mine. Lol. Later (and I don't remember how this happened) but this master was reeeeeeeaaaallly pissed at me. This was, obviously, not a good thing. Cierra, some of the rest of the kids, a few of my family members and I were in some sort of theater. I had learned that the master was after me, and my perspective switched, momentarily, to a view in the lobby. It was as if I was a camera that was following the master as he stormed into the lobby of the theater, and stomped his way toward the theater hall that we were in. Suddenly, it zoomed back in to first person, and I saw the doors fly open. The master stood there for a moment, glaring at me. The theater hall was nearly empty, and I was closer to the stage. Shortly after, the man was running toward me like a freight train. The kids, who were now their younger selves again, scattered as the master attacked. I tried to do whatever I could to defend myself, but this guy was completely wrecking me. The theater was filled with those little iron folding chairs, instead of anchored seats, and the guy was just throwing me around them like a rag doll, pretty much. I was able to get a few shots in but, overall, he was just taking me apart. The turning point came when I was able to trip him. He fell to the ground and I picked up one of the chairs. I tried to pin him by making the legs of the chair straddle over him, and keep him from standing up. He started crawling under the chairs, though. I jumped up on top of the chairs and ran across them, as he moved under them, balancing while trying to keep my weight right above the chairs that he was beneath, so that he couldn't stand up. Finally, moving parallel to each other, we came to the end of the row of chairs. As soon as he slid out from under the last chair and tried to stand up, I dove onto his back and put him in a rear naked choke, before he had a chance to do anything about it. He was still able to stand up and grabbed my arm and tried as hard as he could to pull it off, but I was holding on for dear life. This guy was so big that it felt like I was riding a bull as he flailed and spun around, trying to throw me off (I don't know how the hell he fit under those chairs. lol.) This went on for a few moments, and then I finally felt his body go limp and he fell to the floor, unconscious. A little while later, we were leaving the theater. I think the cops had been called or something, because there was some big commotion going on. Through the crowd, the master (having awoken) walked toward me. He bowed at me, respectfully, and I simply bowed back. I think he said something to me but I don't remember what it was. (That's the second master that I've gotten my ass handed to me by. At least I was able to beat this guy. I still have to go find the old kung fu master that tore me up last year.) Dream Two: "Anacondas" I was in a swamp with some other people. We were hunting anacondas like they do on those documentaries. We were on some old dock and the anacondas were all over the place, most of them just out of view. There was this really clumsy guy with us that was, for some reason, "accidentally" stepping in every hole in the dock. His foot would often fall into the gaping mouth of an anaconda that was hiding under the dock, and we'd have to rescue him. These snakes were so damn big, it was insane. I remember getting attacked by one and having to stab it to death with a knife. I held up my hands to show how big the snakes head was, and the clumsy guy didn't believe they were that big. This was right before he stepped in another hole and we had to rescue his foot from the mouth of another snake that was just as big as the one I'd killed. The last thing I remember is that my crew was passing leeches around. They started attaching them to their body and shit, and I asked them what the hell they were doing. They said they were using the leeches for their healing properties (kinda like that guy in "Speed 2" that had the illness that he used leeches to treat). I told them I'd pass and then one of them said, "No, really, you should use them," and tossed one of them at me. It fell perfectly into a loose area in the front of my shorts. As I was trying to get the leech out of my shorts, I woke up. [Edit: Coincidentally enough, IFL battleground, a martial arts league, comes on tomorrow, and my favorite team is called the Anacondas. Haha. I wonder if that served as a subconscious link between these two dreams.]

[Moonbeam]

Thanks for fixing my sig pic! That's perfect, just how I wanted it.

[Oneironaut Zero]

Anytime.

[mark]

WOW that marshal arts master sounds bad ass man! I would love to have a dream were I fight some one, that would be great lol the closest i have come to this is a insane rat ha ha and the leech in the shorts man I cringed lol but it is dam funny ha ha

[Oneironaut Zero]

Hahaha @ "insane rat". Hey, those things can be pretty vicious too! lol Yeah, that guy was built like a bull, and had the moves. The old kung fu man in my dream last year was tougher, though. The fight in this dream was at a life-like speed, but the one against the kung-fu man was like I sped-up Jet Li movie. Haha. The leech thing was sickening. Those things freak me out, anyway, and to know one was squirming around in my shorts was not a good feeling.

[mark]

ha ha well that rat took someone outin that dream in a fairly graphic way lol the kung-fu master sounds mad!! have you met him whilst lucid? I can imagine a full on matrix style batlle 8) dam that would be mint

[Oneironaut Zero]

Yeah, the Kung Fu guy was crazy. That's actually one of my all-time favorite lucids. It's the first really long and epic LD I've ever had, and I was able to do so much in it. Before then, all of my LD's have usually been very short, so that was like "the one that started it all." Haha. Here's the dream, if you wanna read it. 09/17/2007 Dream (Fragment) One: Was visiting my family in some unfamiliar neighborhood. At one point, I was playing with Cierra and we were racing down the sidewalk. While running, I began losing my balance. I tried to right myself, but it was like I was being drawn to the ground. I hit the ground and rolled into the street while Cierra just kept on running. When I tried to pick myself up, I felt so weak I could hardly stand. It took me a good 30 seconds just to stand up, because every limb in my body felt flimsy. Dream Two: "Swingset Rendezvous" I was on a tennis court with a huge swingset in the middle of it. With me, there were two friends: one kid that was probably 12-13 years old...and Will Ferell. (LOL) We had a bunch of tennis balls and were just messing around, swatting them all over the court. Will was getting pissed because he couldn't hit them worth a damn (which was really funny to watch). I started getting jealous because I was making it look easy by swinging the racket down at a ball that was on the ground, hitting it and making the ball bounce into the air and then swinging the racket back around to hit it in mid-air and launch it across the court. Later, we were all playing around on the swingset, climbing up on the chains, hanging from them and twisting them around each other. The swingset was a good 20 feet high, and we spent most of our time at the top of it. An old muscle car pulled up onto the tennis court. There was a Spanish guy driving and a bunch of white girls had jumped out of the passenger seats. They were dressed almost like 50's attire; like the guy was a greaser and the girls were all socs (Outsiders reference, which is the only thing I know what to call the upper-class kids of the 50's), with their poodle-skirt-type outfits. They were all, apparently, friends of ours, and they came to hang out on the massive swingset. There was one girl in the group, though, that I obviously shared some emotions with. We looked at each other for a moment, without speaking, but then gave each other an awkward smile. She was really pretty, with light brown hair, and a killer set of lips on her. She looked a lot like J, a girl I met in South Beach. She broke eye contact, actually looking a little depressed, and went to sit on one of the swings on the far side. I still had my hands wrapped in the chain and was hanging from the top of the swingset. Ours was obviously the type of schoolyard relationship where everyone knew we liked each other, but she was really shy and reluctant to get involved, for some reason or another. One of her girlfriends went over and talked to her. She apparently knew what was on her mind and was trying to talk her into talking to me. I heard the girl replying with things like "Yeah...but he has a kid...and...etc. etc.," basically making more excuses as to why not to let me get too close to her. Finally, I slid down the chains and went to go talk to her. I don't remember out conversation, but I know that it ended off on a real positive note, and she was starting to come around. We all hung out for a while longer and then all the girls and the guy (his name started with an A, but I can't remember what it was. It was like Armando or something) had to leave. Will, the kid and I went back to the kid's house and hung out in his living room and played video games until his mom came home. I remember that she was really cool, and sat around with us, laughing and playing games with us. The dream skipped ahead, and we all met up again at some resort (which is another reason why I think the girl represented J). We were all just hanging out at the pool, that had a swim-up bar, and drinking. There was some short episode with a talking animal - like a small blue otter or something. I don't remember, exactly - and he was chillin at the pool with us. Later, still, I got a wide shot of the island that we were staying on, and it was surrounded by a bunch of smaller islands. Everything had turned into a video-game type atmosphere (I'm doing an experiment in incubation, where I was using screenshots from different video-game island/jungle/building environments, to incubate Conisag's Lucid-Rage Island), but these were all really primitive graphics (grand theft auto 3ish), and the dream didn't get any more in-depth - and, definitely, no lucidity. Oh well.

[mark]

Holly Shit!! just read you old man dream!! wow that is incredible ha ha and what makes the whole thing better is the fact he was blind! ha ha that is cool as owt Have you met him anymore during your lucids?

[The Cusp]

The last thing I remember is that my crew was passing leeches around. They started attaching them to their body and shit, and I asked them what the hell they were doing. They said they were using the leeches for their healing properties (kinda like that guy in "Speed 2" that had the illness that he used leeches to treat). I told them I'd pass and then one of them said, "No, really, you should use them," and tossed one of them at me. It fell perfectly into a loose area in the front of my shorts. As I was trying to get the leech out of my shorts, I woke up. Of all the monsters I've ever dreamed up, I can't think of any that would be scarier that that!

[Oneironaut Zero]

Holly Shit!! just read you old man dream!! wow that is incredible ha ha and what makes the whole thing better is the fact he was blind! ha ha that is cool as owt Have you met him anymore during your lucids? Yeah, I thought that his being (or, at least, seeming) blind was a dope twist. That guy was one bad muhfucker. I've tried to incubate him into my dreams, and even went searching for him in a lucid or two, but I was never able to find him again. I haven't forgotten about him though, and I still plan on settling the score. Of all the monsters I've ever dreamed up, I can't think of any that would be scarier that that! Lol. No shit right? It's funny how many of my dreams are spawned (I think) from movies. You ever seen Stand By Me, where the kid ends up with a leech in his shorts? That's one of my favorite movies and I can't think of any other reasons why that guy would have thrown one down my shorts other than my having seen that happen in the movie. They really are some creepy little bastards though. 09/18/2007 Nada. 09/19/2007 I was at Wet 'n Wild, which is a water park in Orlando, and some African terrorists took hold of the park. I really don't remember anything from the dream except for one part where Todd and I broke away from the line of hostages and jumped into the Lazy River. We had to keep ducking under water because they were all firing their machine guns into the water, trying to kill us.

[Oneironaut Zero]

09/20/2007 "Failed Trip to LucidRage" I'd gone to sleep set-up for an attempt to visit Conisag's LucidRage Island. I was focusing on the pictures on my screen while my eyes got heavy, listening to the nocturnal sounds of the jungle. Once I started dreaming, I could see the jungle, and the various shots of the island setting that I'd put up as an outline for LucidRage. The pictures, though, were actually moving as if they were in real life. I was as a disembodied spirit just watching these different shots from various parts of "the Island" (shots that are, again, made up of many different pictures from different settings), and the trees were swaying, the water was actually waving in the oceans. On some of the pictures, I have characters that I might find on LucidRage and some of these characters were present in the dream, actually moving around their scenes as if they were really there. Even though I could see them, I could feel my dettachment from the scenes. These images were more hypnogogic imagery, I believe, than actual dreams in deep sleep. Sooner or later, I "woke up" in a false awakening. I actually had no idea I had fallen asleep because it felt like I was still laying down, trying to doze off. What got me up was the fact that, everytime I would try to go to sleep, I would feel this rocking sensation, like I just couldn't sit still, and my body was rocking involuntarily. No matter what position I moved in, after I'd gotten still I would still feel like I was rocking back and forth. Finally, it got so annoying that I got up and went to the computer. It was still dark out and the only light was coming from the monitor. I can't remember what exactly it was that tipped me off, but I started to suspect that I was still asleep. I looked across my desk and had a pile of paper stacked up on it. Focusing a little bit, I was able to lift one of the pages into the air with my mind. Finally I realized I was dreaming. The very first thing I did was look at my hands, to try to buy myself a little more "lucid time" and stabilize the dream. My fingers were really wrinkled, and my middle finger was extremely wide, around the tip. It stuck out from the sides like the eyes of a hammerhead shark. I immediately thought about the LucidRage Island, and started plotting out how I was going to get there (which is probably something I should have done while I was awake ) Standing in the middle of the room, I tried spinning. I spun around in place, thinking of one of the photos I'd picked as the inside of the mansion that Conisag said was on the island. I could barely see it, between the blurs of my rotation, but it just wasn't coming in clear at all. Finally, fearing waking up, I stopped spinning and thought of something else. I walked over to my bed and jumped up on it. I kept feeling myself wobble like I couldn't stand up straight. Trying to ignore it, I jumped up and tried to phase through the ceiling and directly into the LucidRage Island scene. I couldn't get through the ceiling, though, and just got a bunch of "static" like when you get stuck in a wall on a video game, and the image on the screen just jumped over and over. Finally, I stopped trying, and landed on my bed again. I stepped down off the bed and then walked toward my room door. (Obviously I had completely forgotten that the LucidRage game is supposed to start at a pier at the front of the island, and was just trying to show up inside of the mansion that is on the Island.) I visualized the mansion room that I had in mind, and tried to make it appear on the other side of the door. When I opened the door, I had just started to see the room that I was trying for. I could see the desk and the windows with the jungle behind it (it's actually This picture). But, the more I opened the door, the more out of focus the room became. The dream was beginning to unravel itself (probably because I was getting too excited). By the time I started trying to get control, it was too far gone, and completely vanished. Dream (frag) Two: I was with two girls from school and visiting them at home. Don't remember very much about it. Dream (frag) Three: Another false awakening. The dad of the two girls from the previous dream came into my room, while I was sleeping, to make sure I got up in time for something or other. This came while I was slipping in and out of consciousness, in the early morning, and I could have sworn it was really happening, only I know that I had no idea who this guy was. Finally, I woke up for real and saw that my door was still locked from the inside.

[italianmonkey]

that's so O ( anyway) what's that lucirage thing....???? (not that there's more hope than getting to your arena, but just curious)

[Oneironaut Zero]

Hey, Monkey! It's a sort of game that one of our members made up, where you try to get from one side of a mystical island to another, and report back with your experiences. It seems like a pretty cool idea to me, so I've been trying it for the past couple of days. Here is the thread on it. You should check it out. By the way, I never had much more luck with going to my arena, while lucid, either. Heh.

[Clairity]

Once I started dreaming, I could see the jungle, and the various shots of the island setting that I'd put up as an outline for LucidRage. The pictures, though, were actually moving as if they were in real life. I was as a disembodied spirit just watching these different shots from various parts of "the Island" (shots that are, again, made up of many different pictures from different settings), and the trees were swaying, the water was actually waving in the oceans. O, your recall amazes me! I have an extremely vivid imagination and can daydream with the best of them.. but your "dream" recall astounds me! I have this weird kind of recall with my NON-lucid dreams. I can usually recall the END of a dream in great detail but, try as I might.. I just can't recall the beginning. It's almost like I walked in on the end of a movie.. I simply don't know how it started.

[Oneironaut Zero]

O, your recall amazes me! I have an extremely vivid imagination and can daydream with the best of them.. but your "dream" recall astounds me! I have this weird kind of recall with my NON-lucid dreams. I can usually recall the END of a dream in great detail but, try as I might.. I just can't recall the beginning. It's almost like I walked in on the end of a movie.. I simply don't know how it started. Thanks, Clairity!! And it's a lot like that, with me, also. Most of my recall from my non-lucids just begin in the middle of the dream. I've come to believe that it's just because we become aware of the dream (even subconsciously, as we are not yet lucid), some time in the middle of the dream. I think they are constantly streaming in our unconscious (giving credit to the idea that we dream every night, even when we don't remember) but it is when we become subconsciously aware that we are able to even remember them. After that, it takes a jump to conscious awareness, to become lucid. There is hardly any dream that I Know I can remember the beginning of (except for my false awakenings). Most of them, as far as my recollection goes, I'm just kinda 'thrown into the middle of'.

[Moonbeam]

I have this weird kind of recall with my NON-lucid dreams. I can usually recall the END of a dream in great detail but, try as I might.. I just can't recall the beginning. It's almost like I walked in on the end of a movie.. I simply don't know how it started. Hmm... now that you mention it...it's almost like dreams don't have beginnings. (Except for WILD's I guess.) O--that's a new one, hammer-head finger. And you got stuck in the wall-- that sucks, I hate when that happens.

[Oneironaut Zero]

Hmm... now that you mention it...it's almost like dreams don't have beginnings. (Except for WILD's I guess.) O--that's a new one, hammer-head finger. And you got stuck in the wall-- that sucks, I hate when that happens. Yeah, getting stuck in the walls sucks, big time. It happened a few more times last night. If it's your fault for mentioning it, since I read this post before bed, then . BUT!!!!!!!!!! If it's your mentioning WILDs that gave them to me, this morning, then I went absolutely insane with WILDs this morning. I know this post is going to be ridiculously long (my notes, alone, took up half a page) but Damn, talk about a crazy night. 09/21/2007 Dream (Frag) One: Someone else and I were doing some time of ghost investigating. The only part I remember is that we were looking into a monitor at some of our footage from the ghost hunt, and we could see, in the reflection of a picture frame, a blue-whiteish apparition doing what appeared to be the waltz, with itself. For most of the time, it had it's back to us but then, for one or two frames, it's head quickly snapped in our direction, looking straight into the camera, and snapped away just as fast. We kept playing that part over and over and just gawking at it. I got up, after this, got something to drink and came back to bed. I made the decision not to write down anything from the first dream because it usually takes me forever to get back to sleep, after waking up at the time my bio-clock is usually set for. It took me the better part of an hour and a half to actually get back to sleep. Dream Two: "LucidRage Run-Around" Part One: WOW. What a fuckin adventure I had this morning. Most importantly, I have never been any good at WILD. I would try all the frikken time and would do nothing but fall asleep...I had (as far as I can remember) FOUR WILD's this morning!!! [Edit: I did take some B6 and melatonin before bed. I'm sure that helped. I also know I'm leaving a lot of detail out of these. The whole experience was just so freaking long, collectively. I'm surprised I was able to remember what I have, after waking up and going back to sleep so many times.] It began with a false-awakening. I was back in my old room and there wasn't much furniture or electronics in it. Jesse and Bruce were there, as if they'd stayed the night. Jesse was on the phone, and since I was laying down on my stomach, Bruce came and sat on my back so I couldn't get up, just screwing around. Finally, Jesse - whispering all covertly walks somewhat out of the room, and Bruce gets up and starts to go follow him. I get up and immediately start getting suspicious of things. For 1: Jesse and Bruce both live in Cali. I had a pretty good idea of what time I'd gone to bed, and decided to try something. I said, "Hey, Bruce...what time is it?" waiting to evaluate his answer. I knew that I, myself had no true idea of what time it was, so, if he was a DC it'd be interesting to see whether or not he came up with a realistic answer. There was suddenly a clock in the room that I hadn't seen before. Seeming a bit timid, he looked over at the clock and looked, guiltily back at me and said "Uhhh....tennnnnnfffmmfmfphph" while 'discretely' fake-coughing into his hand. I knew this was because I had him stumped and, since the time probably wasn't real, he wouldn't know what to say. I laughed at his reply and said "Hahaha...come again?" He just looked at me, smirked, and gave me the finger. He knew I knew I was dreaming. Without offically confirming it, I turned and looked at my hands. At first, they were a little wrinkled, but nothing really out of the ordinary. But, then, I tried to see them deformed, and two fingers suddenly melted into one finger with two fingertips. Yup. I was definitely dreaming. As soon as I figured this out, I could feel my feet slowly, involuntarily, leaving the ground. I had to exert some control to get myself just to stay on the floor. Immediately, I tried to figure out how I was going to reach the LucidRage Island, again. My first thought was to try opening a door to it, like I'd tried on my last attempt. I opened my room door, and it was just the regular house. I went all through the house, opening doors and triying to even just a hint of the inside of the mansion on LR, but got nothing. I remember that once I stopped to look at the detail of the wood, trying that as an alternative to looking at my hands, to keep the dream in focus. I even ran my fingers down it and felt the texture. I continued opening doors and then came to my front door. When I opened it, my buddy Mike was pulling up in his car. He actually pulled it onto my front porch, instead of just my driveway, which is impossible, given the size of the opening. Quickly, I closed the door. I had better things to do and really didn't want to get caught up with another DC. I walked back down my hallway and as soon as I got the thought that "...what if just that front door doesn't keep him out? He is a DC, afterall," my bathroom door opens up, right in front of me and Mike walks nonchalantly out going "Heeeeeeyy, Greg! What's up, man?! How's it goin??" I sidestepped from the hallway and into my room. He obviously had me cornered, and came in and just started to "blah blah blah blah." So, as he ran his mouth, I simply jumped sideways toward the wall and phased through it. Now outside, I was trying to think of another way to conjure up the island. I figured that, maybe if I could surround myself with enough trees, and could fool myself into making the rest of the jungle appear around me. So, I went flying around the neighborhood, trying to find some dense trees. I flew for quite a while and couldn't find a damn thing. All of the houses only had small shrubs and single trees around them, and even the old ditch - where there is probably enough high grass to pull it off - was suddenly crawling with alligators. Lucid or not, I really didn't feel like wrestling any alligators right now. I noticed that there were a lot of people outside, just doing their own thing. Some of which made sense, like mowing the lawn. Others made completely no sense, like some little toddler who was riding a tri-cycle in the mud and grass of the alligator-infested ditch. I also noticed small wooden decks in the ditch that were never there in real life. I'm sure it was because I had LucidRage's dock/pier on my mind. The last thing I remember, while flying, is hearing some woman searching around for a guy, calling out his name. I ended up waking up shortly after that. Part Two: I never got up, and decided to give it another try, so I found another position and started dozing back off. I wasn't even trying to WILD, but I felt myself fall deep into the vibratory state of sleep paralysis. I tried to gently move my arm, to gauge how strong the sleep paralysis was, and shocked when it moved with such ease. I did this with my other arm and it moved just as easily. Finally, I lifted my entire upperbody - which was light as a feather - and I could instantly tell that I had just WILDed!! I got up and walked over to the computer. The images were still slide-showing across the screen, as they were when I'd gone to sleep. So, I decided to sit down at the computer and focus on the images, figuring I could actually draw myself into them, and manifest the jungle around me. It took me a while to realize that I could no longer see the edges of the computer screen. I had pulled myself into one of the environments on the screen - one of the jungle scenes. I'd begun walking through the trees, trying to find the dock, which is the starting point for the game, but woke up again, while doing that. Part Three: I turned over onto my stomach and, after a little while, the bed seemed more like a cloud than a mattres. I had WILDed again. I wondered if I could sort of "drop in" on the dock to the Island of LucidRage, so I pushed downward, and sank into the bed. After falling through a brief, black void. I was suddenly spit out onto some grass. I picked myself up and realized that I had only been dumped right outside my house. I started flying around again, trying to think. Every now and then, I would land on a rooftop to gather my thoughts and look at my hands to try to keep the dream from fading. I figured that maybe I could try simply teleporting to the island, so I thought of the dock, and what it would look like. Then I sort of "blinked" and tried to appear there, but ended up getting stuck in the wall of the house that was right in front of me, and the image kept jumping. I closed my eyes and tried to visualize my way out of it, so I could appear somewhere else, when I opened them. I pulled my eyes open but, unfortunately, yanked open my waking world eyes and woke myself up. Part Four: I shifted just a little and lay still. The vibrations came on very quickly. I was soon able to just sit up, knowing that I was back in the dream state. I was surprised at how easily it seemed to transition now, after having struggled with WILD for almost two years. I was pretty annoyed at how hard this was becoming, and just jumped straight up through the roof. I hovered above my house for a little while and just figured I'd try flying to the island, and maybe it would appear over the horizon. I shot off in one direction, flying over all the houses at an unimpressive speed. Flying over the ditch, I was already pretty pissed, because this was getting nowhere. I looked down at the ditch and saw a fat alligator floating along, minding his own business. Just for kicks, I put my hand out and picked up the alligator with telekinesis, as I few over him. I flicked my hand one way and slung him through the air, slamming him into somebody's garage door and denting the shit out of it. Finally, I tried to turn up the juice and began flying much faster, but whenever I'd take my eyes away from what's directly in front of me, I would slow down, or start to sink. I kept soaring over these buildings, and it seems that the lands were getting broken up by large patches of water. The cities I was flying over were, steadily, turning into islands. I figured that this just might actually work. I flew down lower, having to slow down so I could actually check out what was on the islands, because I was looking for one with nothing but jungle. It never failed, though - every single island/town I flew over was full of people and houses, and the occassional small patch of forest. The scenery, though, was becoming more and more exaggerated. These buildings were suddenly turning into huge castles and, video-game type buildings. Many of them actually came straight out of theme parks, as there was one oversized building devoted to Disney (which was shaped like a cartoon-proportioned Cinderella's Castle), and one that seemed to have the face of Super Mario carved into stone. There was also a huge hedge that was cut into the shape of Bugs Bunny, that I flew over. This place was full of some of the craziest scenery I had ever seen, and all of the buildings were HUGE. Really, it was like walking through a theme park as a kid, while all of these carved, sculpted and intricate buildings with their own sort of "personas" tower around you. As I was flying, it felt like something was propelling me along - like I was 'standing' on something that was actually pushing me forward, instead of just flying on my own power. I actually moved my foot and could feel the edges of it. It was like a small disc or something. It felt really strange so I switched it up and started flying more like a DBZ character (head straight forward, biceps curled, fists out to the side) and found this a little more comfortable. I found it easier to control my movements, and was able to strafe left and right, in mid-air and, getting a little braver (because I hate large bodies of water in my dreams), I free-fell down toward the water and then hit the brakes right before touching it, zooming off in the same direction I was going. Flying over these towns really was like a video game. They just kinda appeared and got a little clearer, as they came toward me. But, not matter what, they were always inhabited. At some point, I landed on a high rooftop in the center of another town. (My notes say I looked at my hands again, here, but I don't remember doing it anymore) I do remember a mechanical pencil falling out of my pocket (random? yes) and falling off of the edge of the building. Some guy that was walking by picked it up, looked at me and said "HA HA Thanks for the pencil!" and put it in his shirt pocket. I stuck out my hand and, with TK, ripped the pencil back out of his pocket and caught it as it flew up to me. It shocked me at how fast it was, and it was drawn to my hand like a magnet. For the hell of it, I jumped off of that building, hit the ground with a BOOOM, and then started flying again. I could hear one of the townspeople calling me "Mr. Powerlevel," sarcastically, because I was doing a lot of DBZ-inspired manuevers. After a while, I started getting bored. This whole flying to ILR thing was becoming futile. So, naturally, I started looking around for someone to have sex with. Haha. Might as well not make these WILDs complete wastes, right? Lol. But - just my luck - I couldn't find one attractive person. It's just like all the beautiful women just disappeared off the face the earth, at the same time. I flew around for a while and finally saw someone I recognized, my old friend Teri. She was talking to someone at the time. I dropped down beside them and asked her if she wanted to come flying. She took my hand and I pulled her up into the air. Deciding to hold off on the whole sex thing, I went looking for ILR some more, with her. We passed more of the big, exaggerated buildings and one of these turned out to be some military building. It had a bunch of missiles and gun barrells sticking out of it (again, these were all exaggerated, so the missiles were each about the size of the space shuttle, and the gun barrells were just ridiculous). Something told me we were getting close to ILR (don't ask me why. I dunno). Up ahead, I could see a harbor with a bunch of guys loading up these Small, one or two-man boats, dressed in rags and hats, like they were getting ready ride up the Amazon or something. My interest was suddenly peaked, and I figured they were probably going to the island I was looking for. Teri was suddenly gone, and I tried following these guys as they moved away from the inhabited island we were just on. I tried, at first, to land on one of their boats, but I couldn't manuever that precisely. So, instead of having to worry about missing and ending up in the water, I decided to just fly above them. We went out into open ocean and, ahead, this Huge, ominous island was coming into view. I could see a massive mountain range around the outside of it, and plenty of dense jungle. I figured that this had to be it. I sped up and left them behind, anxiously watching the island come more into view. I arced up over one of the walls of mountains and looked down into a valley - only to see...Houses. Big, Massive houses and buildings, that were nearly as exaggerated as the others. I landed on a huge church and thought I'd just do the tasks, instead. Then I realized I didn't know what they were. I remember pulling out a card that had the "tasks" written on them, but they were all fucked up. It said the basic and advanced tasks were to summon these old biblical characters, one of which had a name started with an A and was real long. The other was like "Durdd" or something like that. (I don't think they were even real characters - just nonsense names). I knew I had no idea who these guys was. I figured I'd try to get to ILR one time time and was going to jump through the church, down into the floor, hoping to "drop in" to IRL, by teleporting. But, when I jumped through the building...I got stuck in the fucking wall again and woke up. Part Five: It was daylight out, and it was Hell trying to get back to sleep. Once my body wants to get up, it's usually hard to get back to rest. I would feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness but, every few seconds, I would lose all HI and be completely awake again. After a few minutes, the vibrations came back, and my body was asleep again. Dreaming, I sat up in bed and walked outside. I'd started flying again but was seeing nothing but the same, weird, scenery loop as the last time. I landed, feeling pretty fucking defeated, and started talking to a DC. I was telling him about my failing attempts to find ILR and, in the middle of our conversation, another idea hit me. I remembered the whole "turn around and imagine who/whatever you're trying to summon is behind you." I figured that, where I had been going wrong, in teleporting, is by closing my eyes and giving myself a higher chance of waking up, and trying to go through walls. So, I just made the affirmation that, when I turn around, I will be standing on the dock. I turned around in place and, like clockwork, I was standing on a rickety pier, starting into a path that lead into a deep jungle. I stood there thinking "no fucking way it was that easy." I turned around again and the entire city had vanished. I was now completely surrounded by what I would figure ILR's pier would look like, and I was standing on the very end of it, facing the open ocean. I looked down at my feet and could see something stirring in the water. Soo...I figured it was a good time to get off of the pier. I ran down the length of it and into the jungle. After a few meters...I came to a souvenir shop. This was obviously a theme park of some sort, but I was holding out hope that I could get to an open jungle. I walked toward a hallway that was obviously for taking people through the park. It was the only way in, so I started off that way. As I was going in, a pair of heavy doors opened in front of me, and I heard an ominous "Mwuauahahaha" over a loudspeaker, while heading toward a darkened hallway. (Living in the Theme Park Capital of the World certainly has its draw-backs. I've got too much theme park content floating around in my head.) I couldn't see the end of the hallway, and there were a lot of people coming and going, so I decided to fly through the halls, instead of walking. I navigated them quickly, slipping over and around people, until I came to a junction...and a restaurant. Some kids came out of the restaurant and were telling their dad about how shitty the food was, and his dad was just like "Well, if you dont' like it, don't eat it." I kept going, but everywhere I went just came to another junction or small rooms, funnelling off into yet more hallways. There was no open jungle around here anywhere. Getting more pissed, I started going down another hall. Some fat lady was in the way and I tried to move her with TK, but appropriately enough, her hair was the only thing that moved. I started getting more annoyed and began flying down the hall as fast as I could, phasing through people. Finally, I could see daylight up ahead, and I shot out of the hallway. ...I was in the middle of a city. ..Again. x2 I don't remember doing it, but my notes say I asked someone how the hell I was supposed to get to the Island of LucidRage (what's so funny is that I'm just now realizing how appropriate a name that is, considering what the hell I'd been going to on all these islands. Ironically, it's perfect. Lol.). The DC told me that there was a tunnel that would take me underground, under the entire city, under the ocean, and straight to the actual island, and he pointed to a set of stairs which led down into what looked like a subway terminal. Thinking to myself, I wished I had a motorcycle. The second I thought about it, somebody in traffic comes by on a dirt-bike. Using TK, I pushed him off of his bike and ran over to it. Picking up, I jumped on an gunned the engine, and hopped it down the flight of stairs, into the tunnel. While speeding through the tunnel toward (allegedly) the island, I woke up. I was about fed-up and was done trying, but damn what a crazy experience! I've always had so much trouble with WILD and a couple of those just came so easily. I may have failed at trying the LucidRage thing, but I'd say that's a pretty big milestone for me. Hopefully I can do them again in the future, with just as much ease!

[conisag]

Well done mate, youve tried so hard you will get there, by the time the fear sets in and the atmosphere sets in you may wish you hadnt muwahahaha, joke im going to try to make a way that everyone can get there with little trouble.

[Clairity]

Ok.. I'm reeeeeeeally starting to hate you now! That was unbelievable!! What a morning!! I am so jealous I can't hardly stand it! All that you did.. all that you remembered that you did!! But what's with the alligator abuse? I looked down at the ditch and saw a fat alligator floating along, minding his own business. Just for kicks, I put my hand out and picked up the alligator with telekinesis, as I few over him. I flicked my hand one way and slung him through the air, slamming him into somebody's garage door and denting the shit out of it. Ok.. I did actually chuckle at that part. O, you are my hero! I wanna be just like you when I grow up (in the lucid sense of course).

[mark]

WOW That was incredible! not only because they were WILD induced, which by the way is f***ing great, but they were just so detailed! I like the getting stuck in the walls thing found it kinda funny sorry man ...its happened to me once very annoying...the aligator abuse as clarity said it is mint made me laugh. and the whole thievry of the pen was great I like the use of TK 8) that was cool. Man I have to try this Lucid rage thing sounds great