Thread: ~Higurashi Dreams~

The Ritual
I'm involved in some sort of ritual, which involves chopping off the heads of baby hippopotamuses and rhinoceroses, then tossing them to a toucan in hopes that he will find something within it when he tears the head apart further with his beak.

Kidnapped
Evil mice from the spirit world have kidnapped my "brother", and I receive advice on what to do from good mice who have been secretly living with me all my life.

Search For Magic
I'm in a sort of haunted house, hoping to witness some of its magical aspects.

Superheroes/Serial Killers/School/Sex
I am Nightcrawler, and I am on a mission. My fingers are tapping nervously against the steering wheel and my heart is beating terribly hard. But I have to focus on the objective. I have to save Psylocke.

I open the door to the inconspicuous white van I have taken here and look around. I'm in a narrow alley. The building I must infiltrate looks to be about fifteen stories high. I don't know where she is in there, but I'll definitely find her. If I have to go through every floor, I'll find her. I hop out of the van, and teleport.

It's fairly easy, teleporting: With the intent of appearing in a certain location I jump into the air, and before my feet have touched the ground I disappear in a puff of smoke, only to reappear exactly where I need to be. I can't do it without jumping or running. To be honest, I'm not quite sure why. Though I suppose in a way it does make some sense- after all, you can't get anywhere without moving, can you?

BAMF

I'm on the top floor, and the interior looks like a typical office building. But Psylocke isn't here.

I teleport through each floor and eventually end up in a man-sized ventilation duct somewhere in the middle of the building. I peer into the room below, and there she is! Psylocke is bound, gagged, and blindfolded beneath me. I kick the vent away and immediately scoop her into my arms. Blood is trickling down her forehead, and I gently remove the cloth from her face as she mumbles and slowly turns her head. "Mmn..." I shake my head. 'What have they done to you...'

Suddenly the door is kicked open, and guards clad in body armor stream into the room. They raise their guns and I run in the opposite direction, ultimately leaping through the glass pane and into the alleyway. The bullets stop as I agilely crouch on the ground and I quickly open the door. As I place Psylocke in the van, I hear a bloodcurdling scream behind me- I turn around, and see the Ghostface Killer standing behind the shattered window.

This frightens me immensely and I jump into the car. When I turn around, he too is on ground level...The side doors begin to close automatically, though slowly, giving Ghostface enough time to run to us. He tries to force himself in and I quickly kick him in the face. He falls to the ground.

I drive away then, too afraid to look back.

*****

Some of my family and myself are in the car now, and I am no longer Nightcrawler. Psylocke is gone as well. We're driving as far as we can to avoid Ghostface, as we know he's in pursuit: we just don't know where he is...my mother stops the car at a gas station. Though I plead with her to stay with us, she goes inside with promises of returning quickly, leaving me with my three brothers. I unbuckle my seat belt and stand beside the car. Then I receive a flash of precognition.

My oldest brother is the killer.

I'm lucid now, and a wave of relief washes over me. There's still some fear and tension because of the situation, and I figure that the easiest way to erase it would be to change the dark night to day. I face the moon, and point my palm towards it. With the intention of telekinesis in my mind, I lower my arm in an arc. Though I feel no connection with the moon as I move it(like I believe I should), I am able to move it, and so it is so far a success. When it gets low enough, the sun rises from the other side of the horizon and flies to take it's place. I realize that they share an invisible link: they are interdependent.

Though my telekinesis has not failed me and the sun is in the sky, a peek of the moon still rests above the ground. Perhaps that's the reason that it is still dark outside. This bothers me, but I resolve to ignore it in favor of enjoying the rest of the dream.

But wait- I turn around, and am reminded of my two young brothers in the car. With a serial killer...what could I do? I knew that Christian was destined to become the killer, I knew that my brothers, who were not even five years old, would not stand a chance. I couldn't take them with me. I couldn't kill him. The only thing I could do was stay.

As I think this over, I realize that if I remained attached to my waking life feelings, everything would be ruined. This was not waking life. Those were not my brothers. Surely then, their deaths couldn't really be their deaths...This is a dream, I try to convince myself. This is only a dream. I look to them once more, and all the regret in the world is on my shoulders as I run away.

The night turns to day.

I soon find myself along a road in an unfamiliar neighborhood, and it leads to a highway. It's filled with cars, and I can see that it will be impossible for me to travel across it without getting hurt. I take a deep breath and tell myself that this is only a dream, that nothing is real. I step into the busy road, and I'm right.

It's like I'm not even there...the cars simply speed through me, and it serves as a reminder that this is not my real body. I run, and in a short while I end up at my school.

Telling myself that I'm dreaming seems to be working quite well for me, and so I try it again when I enter the school building. None of this is real, I speak in my mind. I repeat it, hoping to do something I have never done before. I jump into the air, trying to fly. I'm already thinking I'll fail shortly after I'm off the ground, and so I quickly throw my hands out to catch myself as I fall.

I stand up. But this time, I truly intend to fly- and it works! I am stretched horizontally above the ground, flying with my arms outstretched! My flight feels a bit unsteady, but it is my first time after all. And so I have made another discovery: fear inhibits lucid abilities. I wondered how many of these obvious truths I had been missing in my lucid history, and I flew to the band room.

I landed as I entered. Besides the practicing band, the first thing I noticed was a large, circular trophy. It was silver. Suddenly I remembered, I was supposed to go to the moon! And then, something strange happened.

'You'd better hurry.'

It was a Caucasian boy who spoke, and as I turned I saw that he was standing before me. He had a pretty, somewhat feminine face. He was small and thin, probably a year or two younger than me, and he possessed pale green eyes and a mess of wispy brown hair. He smiled a friendly smile, and at the same time his look was a bit mischievous. He grabbed my shoulders from behind and directed me into a room that branched off from the band room. 'You can get to the moon from there,' he said.

I peered into the room and saw a manhole in the center. I knew that I was supposed to jump inside of it to get to the moon. I turned around to thank him, when he slammed the door shut in my face. I jumped back, confused at first, but I looked through a window and saw that my father was here. He looked very angry, and he was trying to get to through the door. The boy was facing towards me, his arms outstretched as he blocked the way. He continued to smile. I began to wonder if this could be my dream guide...I didn't recognize him from waking life, though I felt I had a memory of him. Perhaps from a previous dream?

I didn't feel like going to the moon then, so despite the danger my father presented, I opened the door and walked outside. He was gone. I told the boy to follow me. We walked together, but as soon as I left the band room he disappeared. I took little notice of this, as I had the immediate urge to try flying again. After a few attempts, I found that I couldn't get in the horizontal position again. However, I could fly vertically, a few inches off of the ground. I hovered unstably throughout the hallways for a little while, going past classrooms and peeking inside. I went past my World History class room and stopped. My concentration had just been depleted. I backtracked a few steps and looked back into the classroom: Sitting on the opposite wall of the classroom was a very pretty girl.

I ran inside and plopped into the seat in front of her. 'Hey there,' I said admirably. She smiled: She had brown hair and faintly green eyes. I leaned in almost automatically and kissed her, and when I pulled away she had switched from white to Hispanic. I stared in awe- she was so much more beautiful!

Ms.Manning came from behind her desk, and called for the class's attention. She pulled down the projector. 'Alright,' she said loudly. 'We're going to be watching a film. It is pornographic, so if that makes you uncomfortable you are allowed to leave.' The girl immediately got up, and the teacher told her to go to the room next door, as there would be no one in there to bother her. I jumped up and took her hand: I saw this as the perfect opportunity for sex. I lead her into the room, and there were already couches, mats, and a bed- it was almost like someone knew we would be here! I turned to her, and saw that she was leaving the room. 'I think I want to go see the movie now...' she said softly. She left me then, in the middle of the room. I wondered if I should join her.

Fragment of Fear
I'm searching in my parents' bathroom for a music stand when it slowly seeps in that I'm lucid. I run into the hallway to tell my friend, who had accompanied me to the house. I call her name and she responds by poking her head around the corner of a corridor perpendicular to the one I have just reached. I beckon her over by gesturing with my hand. She steps into the hallway, when all of the sudden a daunting figure in a red robe jumps out from behind her and drags her out of sight.

I freeze, paralyzed with fear. I don't know what to do- the only doors out of the house were accessible by entering that hallway. Luckily, I recall a spark of insight: the tip to ignore anything unpleasurable in the hopes that it will literally cease to exist. I take a deep breath and walk back to the bathroom. I begin to shuffle through some of my parents' stuff, pretending that nothing happened.

Fighting Back
I was running from my house, where I had been held hostage. Surely my captor had come to by now, and was chasing after me...I quickly turned my head in the dark as I pushed down the street.

He was there, but not in the manner that I thought he would be. He was sitting on the ground, dazed, and seeing my newly arrived father and uncle standing above him, I assumed that they had attacked him as he tried to catch up with me.

I stopped running, and stared at this scene. When I stopped, really stopped, I noticed there was a distinct feel to this scape. There was a certain clarity to this atmosphere.

And before I knew it, I was lucid.

This realization hit me so suddenly that I almost stumbled back. I had never experienced this before; the onset of lucidity was so powerful that I knew it would cause a premature end to this dream.

Then of course, I thought to myself, I’ve got to complete a task. I’ve got to find a pumpkin.

I almost did, until my eyes fell upon the one who had caused me so much fear such a short while ago. He looked quite helpless presently, and yet I felt I couldn’t let him escape so easily. I wanted him to know that I was through with being afraid. I wanted him to remember my face, and never challenge me again.

My father and uncle began to drift away as I walked back into my driveway. We were alone. His long and lanky body lay somewhat crumpled on the ground, and his long, reddish-brown hair covered his face as his head slumped to his chest. ‘Ooohh…’ He moaned as I approached him.

I grabbed his arms and raised them above his head, pushing his hands together. I placed his wrists in one of my hands, and looked at him. ‘Ooohh…’ His eyes flickered back and forth.

I hesitated. I knew how empathetic I was, and I knew that this would hurt me almost as much as it would hurt him. Still, something pushed me to finish what I started.

And so, I struck him with all my might. It was an awkward feeling, my fist against his cheek...He slumped sideways and fell back to the ground. But that wasn’t enough - I raised him up once more, and swiftly kicked his face.

I closed my eyes, and beat him.

I never did gain satisfaction, and I noticed something strange…the entire time, he never bled.

I went to bed early yesterday in order to WBTB. I woke up around 3am, and fell back to sleep telling myself that I would lucid dream. I ended up having five very strange dreams...and two of them were lucid! I committed myself to memorizing them when I woke up, but in my attempt to stay still in order to stay focused, I fell back to sleep I woke up with little recall of both lucids.

Oh well...

Kidnapped
I'm being held hostage.

I'm being followed and attacked by some chihuahua.

Later on I'm freed, and driving to my house in a pickup truck.

I remember thinking of the tasks, but did I complete them...?

The Illusion of Fire
I'm in my kitchen, staring at the stove. A blue flame hops up when I turn it on. I remember reading somewhere that lucid dreamers should 'place there hand in fire to realize that they cannot be burned', and wonder if I should try it.

Best Lucid Ever.
A woman with long dark hair appears before me; we're on the second floor of my house, standing in the hallway in front of my room. She stares at me with large blue eyes. Somehow, this makes me lucid.

"Hey...I'm dreaming!"

She cocks her head to the side. "No," she says in an irritated voice. "You're not."

"...Oh." I return to my room, and go to sleep.

Last night I definitely had a lucid dream, and I can say with certainty that I completed one of the tasks of the month(to go skiing). I was very focused on completing it all day yesterday. Sadly I've hardly been trying to keep my recall up (:-[) so I could only grab scattered fragments of the dream.

But a lucid on the first of January is certainly inspirational for the rest of the year. Perhaps this is an end to my months of bad luck ;-D

In the dream:
-I was in a long, great hall, with a high ceiling.
-There was a woman in a ballgown who was trying to help me with the task of the month.
-There was a large portrait of a snow covered mountain in the center of the hall. The woman taught me how to jump into the portrait so that I could go skiing.

A Dash of Awareness
I wake up after a WILD attempt, and realize that I must have failed. I have the nagging feeling that I was lucid, or that I at least had an enjoyable dream. I can't recall anything though, and I get out of bed and resolve to try again tonight.

-Later that day-

I'm watching television in the kitchen. My five year old brother is sits on the counter as I clean his dirty mouth(we both just finished eating) and the house is quiet. "I wanna watch tv," he suddenly pipes up.
I shake my head. "Not right now Manny, I'm watching something."
He cries, and I ignore him.
My father comes inside from the garage, and after staring at me for a few seconds, taps my other brother on the shoulder, who is on the computer. "What is he crying about?"
"Mean Collin won't let him do what he wants," he says proudly.
I frown. "That's not what's going on," I protest shortly, and my father interrupts.
"Shutup," he says, shooting me an accusatory glance. "Did I ask you anything?"

I'm taken aback, and shut my mouth. While I'm not paying attention, Manny hops off of the counter and runs into the garage. I go to grab him but my father pulls me back. "From now on, follow these rules," he says, handing me a sheet of paper. I stuff it in my pocket as he lets go, and I run after my brother.

He's in my father's office in the garage, and he's turned the television there on. There's a set of lit red candles before him, and looking curious, he waves his hand through the flames. "No!" I yell. When I reach him I slap his hand away from the candles and put him on the sofa. I bend down so that our eyes can meet each other. "Fire's bad. You could really hurt yourself like that!" He pays me no attention, absorbed in whatever show he's watching now. I shake my head and look at the candles. Did he really run his hands through the flame...?

"Hey!"
I turn around and see my father, with his hands on his hips. He walks up to me and starts grumbling. "Stop being so mean to that boy!"
I don't understand why he's angry with me, and already confused from his earlier berating I simply walk away. I hurry up the stairs, planning on telling my mother what's just happened. When I reach her room I see that my sister is with her already, complaining about something my father said to her. My mother remarks that she will go talk to him, and jokingly reveals that she is somewhat afraid.

The two of them went into my parents' bedroom and closed the door, leaving me in the empty hallway. I remembered the "rules" I had been given suddenly, and pulled them out of my pocket. I quickly looked them over, and snorted.

1. Do not discipline the children.

2. Do not punish the children.

All of the rules that followed were variations of the first two. I shook my head. "What?" I mouthed to myself. This was ridiculous. I read the rules aloud. By the time I got to the middle of the sheet, I did manage to find one that I wasn't disgusted with.

DIELDs yield dreams.

I nod my head. "Very true," I say to myself. Now this makes sense! I walk to my room.

I stop after a couple of steps, and push the paper to my face once more. "Wait...what?"

I wake up(for real) immediately after this.

There was a good bit before I achieved lucidity, but I don't recall what made me question whether or not I was dreaming:

The First Task Attempt
I stand from the sofa and press the side of my index finger to my nose. I can breathe, yet I'm still not convinced that this is a dream. It's completely lacking the "dream feeling" I'm usually aware of, so I hold out my palm and attempt to run through it with my middle finger. When I see it peeking through the back of my hand, I slowly accept that I am lucid.

I immediately run to the bathroom and climb onto the counter, knowing that I must go skiing in order to complete the task of the month. I press my hands against the cold surface of the mirror, and closing my eyes, I push. It feels very much like I'm moving through jello, and I briefly remember the time I was afraid to do this.

When half of my body is through the mirror I open my eyes, and I smile quietly at the wintery scene before me; It's the same snowy landscape I entered the last time I went through a mirror. I shield my eyes from the endless snowflakes and tilt my head upward, noticing that I'm at the base of a great mountain. That's right- I don't have any gear!

I pull myself out of this dreamscape and tumble to the bathroom floor. I pick myself up and run up the stairs, then to my room. At the head of my bed is a window, and I lean outside after lifting it. I raise my arm, and call into the night: "Accio, Wand!"

With a clap of thunder it flies to me from the heavens, leaping into my hand after traveling quite some distance. I grasp the familiar wood quickly get to work. I reach my arm outside again and twirl my wand in a circular motion. "I'll need...um..." I realize that though I recognize the skiing gear, I don't have a clue what it's called. I frown, and let my mind do the work. "I need those two stick-like things that you put into the snow."

I see a flash of lightning far away, and two ski poles quickly soar onto my bed. "And I have to have the board." Moments later a ski lands on top of them, and my two young cousins walk into the room. The older looks at my equipment. "I want to come to," he says decidely. "Let us come." I shake my head, but gently wave my wand: "You can't ride with me, but I don't mind if you come." Some sort of magic dust wraps around my ski gear and turns it into a thin canoe. The cousins climb into it excitedly and I realize that I have to get more gear.

I somewhat lose interest in the task and walk into the hallways, deciding that I want to try my hand at summoning again. I open the hall closet by a crack and reach inside. I feel noone. Even picturing someone in my head, my hand strangely only touches the cloths and sheets stored in the closet.

I shrug and walk back into my room, seeing that the canoe I built is broken. My cousins quickly shuffle out the door and I don't question them. I shake my head, but at least I managed to get rid of them...I go to the window again and attempt to bring in more skiing gear, but wand doesn't seem to be working. I shake it, bang it against the palm of my hand. I repeat the summoning incantation multiple times and eventually I manage to get more equipment. But the dream soon falls into the randomness that is dreams, with many things distracting me and keeping me from skiing before the dream ends.

Wasting Time
I'm one of the few humans in a Na'vi office workplace. A Na'vi female and I sit on top of a printer and make out with each other, invisible(though we can see each other).

This was an average length lucid, but not much else happened

Unexpected Success
I stand up from the kitchen table and press a finger against my nostrils, finding I can comfortably breathe. My sister looks at me. I try again, this time pinching my nostrils together. Everything feels quite real, but I guess this is a lucid after all.

This world feels very stable and I think this lucid might last a while. So I don't hurry to the mirror as soon as the tasks come to mind- I stay at the kitchen table with my siblings and eat the chicken nuggets my mom piles onto our plates. They're delicious.

After what seems like a few minutes, I realize that I should probably get a move on. I grab a few more chicken nuggets and stuff them in my mouth as I head to the bathroom.

Two large girls are there when I go inside, but I don't pay much attention to them. They look like they're going clubbing or something, but they ask if I'm going to be coming to school. They leave after I tell them that I have something more important to do.

I look in the mirror. My face isn't distorted like it usually is, but I think my head looks a bit larger than it does in real life. I randomly tilt my head upwards. My nostrils are about twenty times the usual size! I climb onto the countertop the mirror sits upon and when I look up again, my face is back to normal.

I press my hand on the mirror but nothing happens. It's solid. I think that maybe I need to remind myself that this is a dream, and that strange things happen in dreams. And so, with one hand I cover my nostrils while breathing, and with the other I push through the mirror. It works, and I'm glad to see that I'm thinking very clearly.

Soon enough I realize that I can't breathe while I'm passing through the mirror, so I hurry to its other side. I open my eyes when I'm completely through. "Hm," I mutter. I'm in a small opening, a new mirror in front of me and the first mirror behind me. I shrug and make my way through this one as well.

My eyes are closed. I briefly think about the dreamscape I'm entering and wonder if I can go to different places. I briefly think about Pandora...

I open my eyes and give a small sigh. I'm in the Winter Wonderland again, where everything is snow. I wonder why this place is always what's on the mirror's other side. Oh well. I notice this time that the landscape has been altered slightly: there's a rectangular stone, great and pillar-like and covered in ice and snow a few yards in front of me. It sits before a snow-covered wall, which I imagine is the edge of a small cliff. Far in the distance is a chain of white mountains.

I walk towards the large rock and snow and gravel crunch beneath my feet. If I jump, I can reach the top of the rock and pull myself up. When I climb onto its surface I immediately shovel up the snow on it with my hands, hoping that its concealing ski gear. I only find two golf clubs though, and I throw them in the direction I came.

I look at the wall of snowy rock that the pillar I'm standing on rests beside. I jump, and pull myself over this as well. I stand up straight and cock my head to the side.

Before me is a very exotic landscape. It looks familiar. There's water far, far beneath me with small patches of land in every other area. A few feet away from me is a bridge supported by stone pillars that run into the water. On both sides of the bridge in various places are more pillars, patched with grass, and rocky platforms somehow suspended in the air. On some of the platforms are animals. I look beneath me, and notice tall blue humanoid creatures relaxing on land. This seems to be some sort of watering hole in a rain forest.

Sky creatures fly past. "Ah..." I see. This is Pandora! I raise my arms to my face and see that I am one of them- lanky, blue and lightly striped. I'm not wearing much. Excited, I run to the bridge and cross it halfway. There's a medium sized bird(pelican maybe?) blocking my path to the other side. I reach out to pet it, when it fluidly transforms into a blue-green mountain banshee.

It shrieks, and I step back. It takes slow, grand steps towards me. I don't wait for it to get faster, and I run back the way I came. There's no escape: when I run out of bridge, I find myself standing on a lone pillar. I look around wildly. I see another pillar a few feet away, and crouch down. With all my might I jump.

I land shakily. The banshee has disappeared. But there's a small sabertooth tiger on the wide pillar with me. Within moments, it has become half-saber half-viperwolf, roaring angrily. I hop to different pillars as it follows me, ravenous.

I come back to the bridge and run across it. I reach its end and peer over into the water far below. When the creature comes chasing after me, I have no choice but to jump. I look downwards as I fall in the sky. I notice now that the patches of grass in the water are razor sharp, and look like shards of thick glass painted green...I turn to face the sky and hope for a miracle.

Something green flashes across the sun. I hear something moving quickly, and I look in its direction. A set of wings made of thick, bound, green leaves flies towards me, and I grab them as soon as they're in arms reach. I stand on them as if I was riding a skateboard, and do my best to guide it back up. Neytiri soars past me on a banshee, and gives me a wink. I smile, and fly freely on my set of wings. Glorious and victorious music plays all around me. I can't tell where it's coming from; it's woven into the dream.

"You did it!" Screams someone in the distance. Two people stand on a cliff overlooking the water. Behind it is a forest. "You completed the task!" I'm not sure who his friend is, but I know somehow that this is PJ. I smile widely and give him a thumbs up.

After flying for a little while longer I go back to the bridge. There's now a small and simple house in the center of it. There's an opening in the red wall covered by metal wire, and I look through. Colonel Quaritch is pacing inside the empty house. He's small, with a large head, but he resembles his film counterpart. He sees me watching him and screams, red-faced, for me to be removed. I figure he's a prisoner. One of the Na'vi comes towards me on the bridge, and tells me to let him be.

I shrug, and ask if he knows where the mountains from before went. "Mountains?" I nod my head. "There aren't any mountains. The ones you saw were fake." But I see them again, far away, and I run in the direction they sit.

***later***

I'm somehow human again, in the upstairs room that belongs to my baby brothers. My older sister's lying on the floor listening to music. I open the blinds hoping to see mountains, but instead the window seems to be covered by a huge picture of Britney Spears...Oh well. I'd already done a task anyway.

I feel like kissing, so I set up a scenario for myself. "Did you hear that?" I ask my sister. She turns slowly and looks at me. "That was the doorbell!" I run downstairs thinking of who I want to be there when I open the door. I open it, and someone I know from school is standing there with two friends.

My mom woke me up moments after this; She wanted me to watch the babies