Thread: JD's Balls-to-the-Wall Awesome Dream Journal

16.02.2010

Guarding the Pope (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was the main guard of an entourage protecting the pope in the middle ages. We were on some sort of cross-country trip through dangerous lands. The pope himself was in an armoured horse-drawn carriage. It was black and covered in metal plating. The land we were passing through was like something from an old movie. The sand of the desert and the sky were both an odd shade of purple due to the strange lighting effects. The entourage was about to enter a passageway through a mountain when I heard a commotion up ahead. I looked into the opening in the rock and saw an army of thousands charging towards us on horseback, most of them carrying blazing torches.



The very sight of the army turned me lucid and I thought about trying to stop them. It seemed like an ambitious challenge. As they bore down upon me, the first thought that came to mind was Attila the Hun. This was always how I imagined his army. I held out my palm and tried to freeze them all solid, but nothing happened. I really tried to force something to happen, but I didn't expect the outcome. The mountain in front of us flipped over. The entire area turned as if on a hinge and in a few seconds the mountain became a flat expanse of land, and the army was gone.

17.02.2010

Agents (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I was imprisoned in some kind of facility, and wanted to escape. It all seemed a bit old inside, the carpet was blue, but faded and worn. All the wooden panelling on the walls and walkways looked a bit beaten up. There were maybe fifty floors in the building, all of which rose up around a giant fir tree in the middle. It was as if the building had been intentionally built around this tree. I don't remember breaking out of a cell, but I remember knowing I just had, if that makes sense. I ran through seemingly endless corridors, and became a bit curious about why I wasn't getting anywhere. As I ran, I thought, this is the kind of thing that happens in scary movies, ...or a dream. The next set of double doors I came to were blasted open before me, and I found myself on a walkway near the top of the tree. Round the other side, I saw two agents of The Matrix. They looked up quickly as soon as I saw them. One of them took off his sunglasses and put them in his breast pocket. I quickly formulated an escape plan. I would jump over the edge of the walkway and use the tree to cushion my fall. By the time I was about to jump, one of the agents grabbed my shoulder and threw me backwards. I wasn't having this. I ran at him and kneed him in the crotch. He doubled over, moaning. I then put my hand inside his mouth and grabbed him by the upper jaw. I swung him over my head, holding him only by the jaw, and smashed him through a table I hadn't even noticed before. The other agent looked at me in terror and ran for it. After a short victory dance, I hopped over the edge and landed in the lower branches of the tree.

22.02.2010

Aaand You're Back in the Room! (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just lost touch with a LD this morning and wanted to reinsert myself where I was. I can't remember much about the previous dream, except that I was in my old house with my brothers and dog, and wanted to go out the back. I woke up as I was approaching the patio doors.

I visualised the dream I had just left, starting with feeling the pressure of my feet on the ground. I really "looked" at my visualizations, which quickly became "real".

"Right, I'm back," I said to one of my brothers. I slid open the patio door and stepped out the back. The grass was quite long and really needed cut. I had only just stepped out onto it when my dog came bounding over to me. He appeared to be several years younger than he is in real life, and had much more energy. I didn't bother with trying to accomplish anything with this dream, and just played with the dog for about 10 minutes until I woke up again.

You, sir, have got an awesome journal :3

Why thank you!

23.02.2010

Reverse World (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was only out of bed for a minute or two, then again five minutes later. Because I was still drowsy, I can't remember the transition into a dream- I usually only get SP and hypnagogia if I WILD later in the day, I've found.

I made a real effort to go and visit my friend round the corner in my dream. I had a number of false awakenings in various people's houses, all within a couple of miles of my the person's house who I wanted to visit, so I set off towards it each time by running, flying low and skipping parts of the journey. The area around me was bizzare. Really mind-blowingly strange. I was using Belfast Lough (which I could nearly always see) as a point of reference to navigate. However many of the streets went in the opposite direction, as in they were mirrored. Once I woke up at the beach. In real life, the beach is a mess, but in the dream, it was wide, sandy and clean with people playing in the sea. Nothing was quite as it seemed. I knew where I was (or where I was supposed to be) becuase of what part of the Lough I could see, so I headed West along the coast to find my friend's house. I passed through a holiday resort which isn't there in real life, and over a couple of ponds. Other things, like hills and roads were missing.

I eventually made it to my destination, but the street was messed up. It was vaguely the right shape, but the road was warped, and the houses were a totally different style.

23.02.2010

Step Climbing (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I woke up a tiny bit, and wanted to go back in. I found that a dark basement was easiest to visualise, it seemed to come naturally. To get my body involved in creating the dream, I walked up some metal steps. I moved my legs, felt the cold metal rail, and heard the clank as I took each step. I paid particular attention to the weight of my body and the feel of the rails. Feeling things seem to help me best to DEILD- I like to call it "tactile entry". After about 10 seconds, the visualisations became realistic enough that I had completely let go of my physical body lying in bed. There was absolutely no lapse in cosciousness, which I found strange. Usually there's a "zoom" and I'm in, like entering the matrix, but this time the visualisations just became real themselves.

I knew where I was trying to get to, and as I walked out of the door at the top of the stairs, I visualised what I wanted to be on the other side, but it was a completely random scene which I didn't see coming at all. I guess I'm not completely in touch with my subconscious brain, it still does stuff without my go-ahead.

25.02.2010

Jumping to the Party Shack (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was making my way down to a shack out in the country, where lots of my friends were going for an impromptu party. The shack doesn't actually exist. I was on foot, climbing down rocky ledges and grassy hills. I'm not sure what caused it, but I became lucid out of nowhere.
"Oh, so it's a dream!" I said. I knew to shack wasn't too far ahead of me, so I did a massive jump, like the Hulk. I've found that huge, barely controlled jumps are much more reliable than flying. If I can get a load of explosive power into each jump, I'll go for quite a long way. I soared over some burned out buildings in a field, and a few crowds of people. I jumped again, and noticed the crowds were getting bigger. After my third jump, I landed beside a group of my friends sitting on a ledge opposite the shack. I said hello to them all and looked over. The shack was actually a lot like the Weasley's house in the Harry Potter movies. Every floor was filled with people. Some floors had disco lights flashing and music playing. I stepped off the ledge and floated over (as if there was no gravity) to the shack. I grabbed the outside of a balcony on one of the floors with music.



An old friend of mine came out to greet me.
"Aryt John, long time no see!" I had always been wary of her in the past, she could kick my ass no problem, and I always got the impression she wanted to. But since I didn't have to worry, we got along well. She helped me over the balcony and we talked for a while. I can't remember anything we talked about though. This dream was in an early REM cycle, and the following dreams eroded my memory of it. After a while I lost lucidity and went into the party.

25.02.2010

Roller Coaster Start (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was just waking up from a non-lucid dream where I was going to a theme park. Parc Asterix in Paris, to be exact. I was looking forward to going back on its biggest roller coaster, so I went for a DEILD.

I wound up at the front of the queue with my friend Darren. There were two other people with us who I knew, but I can't remember who they are now. I got on the first seat I came to, and the harness came down. I was sitting beside Darren, who is a fellow adrenaline junkie. We set off with a jolt, along the white/blue track. We had just attached to the clanking chain part when my phone rang.

01.03.2010

Flashing Light (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a false awakening in my living room. I was lying on the floor, sprawled out beside a Monopoly board. The rest of my family were playing. They asked if I wanted to join in, since they weren't long started, but I declined, saying that I wanted to go back to sleep. This was one of those odd FA's, where you're thinking about lucid dreaming, wondering whether or not you're asleep, but are too drowsy and lethargic to check. I fell back to "sleep" there anyway, and tried to WILD. What actually happened was that I woke up.

My mum was playing the piano downstairs- much louder than usual, I noticed. I thought there was no way I would get back to sleep with that racket. I tried anyway, and got some serious dizziness right away. I could feel it in my head but nowhere else. For some reason, my old bedroom popped into my mind, and became very easy to visualise. I imagined myself tapping a rhythm on the desk, and typing something on the computer, which I think included the word "motherfucker", for some reason. :S

There was no moment of nothingness, or "zoom" as my visualisations became "real", it just gradually solidified, and I found I could stand up and look around, rather than try to feel everything I could reach. I paused, and realised I could still hear the piano playing from downstairs. I tried clicking my fingers, clapping my hands and fiddling with the volume on my old stereo to turn it off, but nothing worked. Instead, the lights in my room started flashing on and off. But it wasn't just the lights. I looked out the window. The landscape was going from day to night and back again, as fast as the lights in my room were turning on and off. It sped up, and eventually settled at what looked like dawn, or maybe dusk. I turned away from the window, and saw an awesome-looking girl standing in the middle of the room. She was giving me a seductive look. I really wish I could pass on dream sex a bit more often and do something more worthwhile!

cool deild!

02.03.2010

Incredibly Real FA (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was up for about half an hour, taking out rubbish and tidying stuff up, tiring stuff. I went back to bed with the intention of WILDing. It felt like a lot longer, but it took about 40 minutes to get anywhere- judging by the clock when I woke up.

I got into a lucid dream which I can't remember at all. This was quite a bit before another set of dreams, and my memory of this one has deteriorated somethin' shockin'.

I had a false awakening in my old house. This should initially have been enough to make me lucid, but I got one of those strange "false memories", which had me convinced that this was where I had fallen asleep. In reality, I havn't been in that house in three years. I really did think about the possibility of a false awakening, but it was so convincing that I just didn't bother reality-checking! I went to the window and looked out. It was night time. I blinked and opened my eyes widely, and woke up for real.

I went for a DEILD. I hadnt quite woken up, but I knew where I was actually sleeping, and could just see the dark grey of the back of my eyelids. I gave no outward indication that I had woken up. I didn't change my breathing, shift position, or even twitch. This time, I didn't do my standard DEILD process of "tactile entry", but acted as if I was trying to do a standard WILD. I.e. just lie very still. I noticed sleep paralysis very quickly. I think it could have lasted up to ten minutes. During this time, I opened my eyes slightly, because I was pretty sure this wouldn't affect my progress. It didn't, and it was pretty weird to peek at the outside world while in such a deep trance. At one point, my face got itchy. I moved my arm up to scratch it. I felt my arm lift, and my nails on my cheek. The itch went away. It was only as I tried to put my arm back that I realised I hadn't actually moved at all. I had been moving my "dream body", and my arm was paralysed. The most bizzare thing was that I had used my non-physical body to successfully scratch an itch!



I eventually went into another dream, which I've also forgotten.

02.03.2010

House (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I was walking home from a set of shops which was about five miles from my house. It was a beautiful sunny day, with a light breeze. I was walking through a suburban neighbourhood, when my friend Darren rang me. We started talking as I walked. A little bit farther along the street, I passed some of the cast of the tv show House. I've never watched an episode of House, and this got me thinking about why I would even run into him here. Then I remembered where I had seen him last- in the signature picture of one of the Dreamviews forum members! He must have gotten stuck in my head, and was making an appearance in my dreams now! I did a quick hand-RC, which confirmed my suspicions. I was still pretty far from my house, in an area which I barely knew. I wanted to get to somewhere there would be some more action, like a friend's house, my own, or the city centre. I decided not to do anything drastic, and just keep making my way towards home. It seemed a shame to waste such a nice day. I stayed on the phone to Darren, mentioned that I was dreaming and just saw Hugh Laurie, and started hovering. I got to waist-height, and flew off. I used my new flying technique, which is to imagine a force pushing me from behind. I can usually get up quite a lot of speed this way. I told Darren about my progress, and that I was on the way to see him- if I could just get there before I woke up. I was flying in the upright position down a hill, and wanted to take a shortcut over a fence and across a field (which would cut a massive corner), but I couldn't make myself go high enough to get over the fence! I told Darren about this and he responded with,
"Bad times, man."

03.03.2010

Wet Phone (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm really going to have to get more vigilant with looking out for dreamsigns! This entry contains two fragments from two different dreams where I missed my most common dreamsign- the wet phone.

Part 1- I was part of a group of people going for a tour of Colditz Castle (a notorious WW2 POW facility). It was on high ground in Germany (I think), and the weather was very cold. There was both ice and water on every surface, and for some reason I was in my bare feet. It was almost strange enough to turn me lucid but not quite. There was a kind of underwater moving platform which performed the function of ferrying people across the river beside the castle. I stepped on with two other people, and was submerged up to my waist in freezing water. Halfway across, I remembered that my phone was in my pocket.
"Shit!" I said, and reached in to get it. Somehow, the inside of my pocket was totally dry and the phone was fine. I kind of considered that it might be a dream, but I had been so sure of reality up to this point that I never bothered doing a reality-check.

Part 2- I was at a beach with my brothers, somewhere tropical. We swam out to a sandbank with some marram grass on top, and stood on it for a while. Then I felt my phone in my pocket, and realised I had been swimming with it in there the whole time! Somehow, it was undamaged. I can't believe I missed that!

Update

I've added more evidence to my "hangovers are awesome for lucid dreams" theory. Mad bastard hangover today, just WILDed my ass off and got two epic dreams- one of which involved blowing up a horde of zombies, can't wait to type them up, unfortunately I'm feeling too fragile right now. On a side note, never drinking again.

Wow, your dreamjournal is awesome. When you really dream, what you're talking about, then I'm very jealous.

I wish, I had dreams like that.


Greetings from Germany,
Matthias.

P.S.: Because of your dream about Hitler:
It's kinda embarrasing, that I'm the one that tells you the following thing. But here in Germany we just learn to much about this stuff in school...
Hitler had a wife (Eva Braun), but that just for 5 minutes or so. Just after the marriage he did suicide (his wife, too).

:O Yeah, I heard he most likely committed suicide- didn't realise he took his wife with him too!
Thanks for reading, by the way! It's great to know people like reading this stuff.

EDIT: A 5 star rating! Thanks, whoever it was!

04.03.2010

Bug Hunt (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was playing the new Aliens vs Predator game the other day, no doubt that was the cause of this dream.

I was a marine, hunting Xenomorphs in an estate near my house. It was night time, and no streetlights were working. All I had for light was a torch attached to the end of my rifle. Every now and again I would catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye, or a reflective glint of light bouncing off a shiny alien head, but I never got a clear shot at one of them. I was getting quite panicky, and using up a lot of ammo, hitting nothing. I eventually got to my last clip when I arrived at the top of a dark lane which I knew to be dodgy in normal circumstances, never mind when there were aliens about. I made my way down the lane. There were wire fences on either side of me, and behind the fence to my right was a hedge wall. I could hear scuttling and hissing coming from the other side of it. I attained some low level lucidity here. I recognised that it was just a dream, but only really enough to allay my fears of getting chomped on by an alien's mouth-within-its-mouth. Then I saw one clearly for the first time. It came into view just a few metres in front of me. I squeezed the trigger and let off the last of my ammo into its oversized head. It cracked like an eggshell, and I was careful to avoid the spray of its acidic blood. I threw down my empty gun just as another alien hopped over the fence from my left. I notice that I sometimes have great dream control with only minor lucidity. This was one of those times. I discovered that I could shoot fire out the end of my hands if I held them out flat and aimed at a target. I knew from playing the AvP game that the aliens hated fire, and I thought it was quite handy that I should manifest this ability at that moment.



I went on for a while, chargrilling aliens as I walked down the lane. They properly sizzled. When I was near the bottom, I heard a commotion from my right. I paused to investigate, and saw that several aliens had made a hole in the hedge and were trying to pull down the fence to get at me. I was in a "bring it on" kind of mood, so I just let them. The fence fell to reveal an open field beyond. I ran out into the middle, and was instantly surrounded by variations of the alien. One particularly unusual form looked a lot like a millipede. I woke up as they overwhelmed me!

ARRRGGGHHH!!! I had half of an enormous dream typed out and I went back to it there with the intention of finishing it- only to find it was still in note form!! Bah. I'm going to just have to type it out again, I suppose. Hopefully I can make it just as good...

05.03.2010

Supernatural Investigation and Searching for a Time Machine (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lately, I've been watching a lot of the TV show "Supernatural" online. This dream was structured not unlike an episode! I might not have been lucid from the very start of this dream, but I can't remember that far back, or the transition into the dream.

I had teamed up with Sam and Dean Winchester, and we were conducting an investigation in a small rural town. Whatever/whoever we were hunting was holed up in a petrol station, and we were on the roof- ready to enter through a vent and kick some ass. It was a cloudy, drizzly day, and as I silently opened a hatch, I was glad to be getting inside. I lowered myself carefully into the vent with both hands, and positioned myself on my knees, hunched over and gun ready. As soon as my full weight was settled, the vent collapsed around me and fell into the shop. I ended up sprawled on my back on top of a counter, surrounded by men with guns. Luckily Sam and Dean immediately opened fire from above, distracting the guys who would otherwise have plugged me. I did a backwards roll off the counter and took shelter. I had lost my gun in the fall. Bullets whizzed past my head in all directions, and the blasting of gunfire so close to me was disorienting. Finally, the shooting stopped and I poked my head up.

Sam and Dean were now downstairs with me, pointing their guns at a pile of rubble next to a freezer, where the last guy was hiding. I got up and picked up a sawnoff shotgun from the floor.
"Come on out!" I said. The guy nervously stood up with his hands in the air. He then treated us to a whole monologue about not measuring up, and finished by telling us he was going to kill himself by lethal injection. He produced from his pocket an injector-gun, which had about seven capsules attached to the side. He shot himself up three times before I wrestled the injector off him. After a quick examination, I somehow inferred that it was "Hulk Juice". One dose was apparently enough to turn you into The Hulk! I could see the dude was already bulking up and turning green, and by the time he reached nine feet tall, I decided on the only possible form of defense. I shot the remaining four doses directly into my chest. I reasoned that, having taken more, I would be a stronger Hulk. Right away I felt the serum reacting with my body. My chest felt tight, but I could see that it was in fact bulking up at an alarming rate. It felt like I was made of rocks. The feeling quickly spread to my arms and legs, all the way to my fingertips- which ended up the size of baseball bats. I realised I had an enormous armspan, like four metres- and I could stretch even farther. I punched the slightly smaller Hulk in the top of the head to begin the fight. I can't remember much about what happened next, we broke through the wall of the petrol station and I remember chasing him up a narrow street.



The next section of the dream played out like another investigation. This time I was on my own in suburbia, investigating a case of a dog which was actually a human in disguise. There was one particualar chihuahua which I reckoned looked particularly human-like, so I kept an eye on it. I was sitting at a kitchen table talking to a homeowner who was making me tea, staring at the dog. It noticed me and ran out the back door.
"Hold that thought," I said to the woman and ran after it. It ran along the street and jumped over a very noticable pothole, filled with water. I made a point to stand right in it. The water disappeared to reveal a bottomless hole. I deduced that the dog was leading people to their deaths by making them fall in. I became lucid after doing a hand reality-check out of the blue. I was extremely aware, and even remembered the task of the year on Dreamviews. The remaining six parts would all be much easier if I had access to a time machine. It's really hard for me to teleport or change scene on my own, so I reasoned that letting the dream do the work might work better for me.

I took a running jump and glided up onto the roof terrace of the first house I saw. The residents were having a barbecue with some neighbours. I landed among them, and was tempted to just sit down and enjoy some ribs (they smelt fantastic), but I'd been neglecting the tasks lately. I greeted the guy I assumed to be the host, and asked him straight out,
"Have you got a working time machine I could use?" I asked him in a serious manner, in a way that showed I expected it to be a realistic request. He said,
"No, sorry, I don't. But my nextdoor neighbour does, why don't you go ask him?" I was pleased with this response. I hopped off the roof and into next door's back garden, where I saw the neighbour in question. He was an old man tending his garden. I asked about the time machine, and he seemed very pleased that it was going to get some use. He explained that his family rarely made use of it. He led me to the garden shed, against the back fence.
"Go ahead, knock yourself out," he said, gesturing at the door. I opened the door and stepped inside. It was very small, and what little floor space it had was taken up by a thick green armchair, sitting at a desk. Below the desk was an enormous old desktop computer. It had a few purple lights on it, and was connected to a dusty monitor on top of the desk. I pressed the only button I could find, the main "power" button on the computer. It booted up instantly and started to work.
"Where or when do you wanna go?" the man asked from behind.
"Back," I said. "I want to go back 65 million years."
"Say whaaat??"
"Don't ask," I chuckled.
"Okay, input here," said the old man, handing me a number pad. I pressed the "minus" button at the top, then six, five, zero zero zero, zero zero zero, enter.
"Good luck!" he shouted, and shut the door. The screen came to life. It displayed a weird animation I can only describe as several coloured balls rolling through a black tunnel. It looked a bit like guitar hero in reverse. I concentrated intently on the visualization, but sadly I woke up!

05.03.2010

Fully Lucid Zombie Pwnage (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream led on from the previous one. I definitely woke up in between and fell back to sleep normally.

I was with a group of about four people, walking along a rocky lane in the country. There was a rickety wooden fence at the side of the road, and a field going uphill at the other. There was one other man, a middle-aged woman with browny/red hair, someone else I can't remember, and my friend Darren. It was late evening, and getting quite dark when I heard sirens coming from behind us. I turned to look. In the distance I saw a crowd of people running down a hill onto the road, persued by several police cars. Darren panicked, automatically assuming the police were going to arrest him, so he took off running. As the crowd reached us, I stepped aside and sat on the fence to make it clear to the persuing officers that I was not with them. Right as they got to us, the crowd collectively changed direction and headed into the field. Then they stopped. The police cars drew level with us and stopped. They got out and looked at us. I felt very uncomfortable because none of the officers or indeed the crowd were making any noise, just staring at us. Then, all at once, their eyes went completely white, dead-looking.
"Fuck!" I yelled. "Zombie trap!" The crowd jumped out of the field and together with the police officers, advanced on us. Our group hopped over the rickety fence and ran downhill. I hoped everyone else would keep up and stay together, as I kind of felt responsible for their safety. We came to a tall, barbed-wire fence, on the other side of which was what looked like a prison. We started to climb, but it was slow going as it was difficult to hold on to. The guy with us (whose name escapes me) said,
"Is it possible these people are just yanking our chain and aren't actually zombies?" I looked down at the baying hordes trying to get a grip on my ankle and said,
"Not a chance." The top of the fence was particularly spikey, but my self-preservation instinct was much stronger than my desire to not cut myself on it, so I grabbed it and hauled myself over. It was then that I realised I wasn't hurt at all. I felt no pain when grabbing the viciously sharp wire. I did a hand reality-check, and said, "Of course it's a dream! Come on!" I gestured to the group to follow me. We ran across the grass towards the prison, and then locked ourselves in the first out-building we came to. Every building looked like it was made of rusty iron. I made sure the door was locked, then made sure everyone was still with us.



Right here I woke up. I wasn't done there by any means, so I went for a DEILD. I visualised myself going over to a table where the browny/red-haired woman was sitting. I paid close attention to the pressure of the ground on my feet. Then I picked up a sheet of paper and slowly ripped it up, listening closely to the sound, and feeling my arm muscles moving. Overall, it was probably the least effort I've ever put into a DEILD, and was the easiest yet.

The scene solidified, and became "real". The woman looked up at me strangely.
"I'm back," I said. "That was a dream-exit induced lucid dream. Good eh?" She grinned. I immediately got to work trying to find weapons of mass zombie destruction. The little building didn't have much to offer, except a gas canister. I'd seen Dawn of the Dead, and now had a plan in mind. I picked up the canister and went to the door. There was a window on the door's top half. I looked out to see that most of the zombies were congregating on a grassy area in the middle of the facility. It looked like morning. A female zombie was searching for us, looking round corners and squinting through grimy windows. As she approached the door I burst out and clunked her on the head with the canister. She looked to be dead. I strode purposefully to the centre of the zombie crowd and held the canister high.
"Hey everybody!" I yelled. "Food!!" Every single undead head in the area turned towards me as I threw it on the ground. Incredibly, they fell for it and started piling on. I took several steps back and waited. From the sidelines, I could see cracks appearing in the canister, and gas hissing out in liquid and gaseous form. Then I realised I had no way to make it explode. No matches, no gun, nothing. I would have to use some dream powers. I concentrated hard on the barrel, imagining it to be incredibly volatile and delicate. I held out my arm slowly and snapped my fingers. BOOM! Combustion! The force of the blast knocked me off my feet. Any zombies who weren't now minced by the explosion were thrown back too. I got up faster than any of them, ready for some hand-to-hand combat. The first woman I came across had already been badly damaged by flying shrapnel, and I clotheslined her head off. A large man came charging at me, and I rock-bottomed him onto the bonnet of a brown car nearby. His head smashed through the windscreen.

I can't remember exactly what happened next, but I decided to have another go at time travel. I wound up back in the suburban neighborhood from the previous dream, and asked the old man if I could try his time machine again. He agreed, and I sat down in the green chair once again. I noticed that my legs were very uncomfortable for some reason, and I shifted position many times. Turned out, my legs were sore in real life, and woke me up!

07.03.2010

Holiday (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Another HILD (Hangover-Induced Lucid Dream).

Recall is shabby. I had unwittingly inserted myself into a holiday scenario. I was walking downhill on a busy street with a bunch of friends. Strangely, it was a group of people who don't really interact in real life. People I was friends with, but who didn't all know each other. Everybody was in holiday gear- shorts, sunglasses, bikini tops, flip-flops etc. and the weather was warm. I walked at the head of the group, and although I didn't know where we were going, they all followed me. On the way down the street, I practiced some superpowers. Last night I had thought about trying to create electricity (and eventually lightning) from my hands, so I tried that. I opened and closed my fingers, and tiny blue-grey sparks flew between them. I could feel a tiny static shock with each spark. I turned round and poked a girl in the arm for a laugh. She yelped, then laughed. I showed off my new ability (babe magnet, this one) and the rest of the girls stopped to look as well. One took my hand and examined my bizarre fingers. There were a couple too many. She pulled one of the extraneous ones and I didn't feel it at first. But the more I concentrated on that finger, it became a working finger, and another became the odd, extra one.

Later on, we were going to a restaurant for dinner, like we did every night before hitting the town last summer. There was one dude with us who looked very much like a younger Paul Rudd. (from Anchorman, Friends, 40 yr old Virgin) The restaurant was a bit of a dump. All the tables and chairs were made of old, dirty wood, and there were too many of them for such a small place. The waitress came over and asked us to move tables. Paul Rudd got into an argument with her, and ended up telling her,
"You're like fourteen, who gives a fuck what you say?" She was very insulted, then a group of police officers threateningly told us to leave.
"Dude," I said to him as we were leaving.
"Whatever," he replied sullenly. He didn't seem to be in a friendly mood! Our gang began walking down the street again. I started talking to a hot girl who walked beside me. She told me she had been mountain climbing earlier, and pointed to the right, where I could see a mountain made of red rock. It looked like a romantic spot, so I took her in my arms and flew to the top. I had to get over some streets and houses to get there, and I had a bit of trouble maintaining any decent height. Flying up the mountain itself wasn't that hard. I kicked upwards off a rocky outcrop every time I lost momentum. Carrying the girl didn't exactly make it any easier though.



I had a strange false awakening. I was staying at a friend's house in real life, and I "woke up" in the same room I had gone to sleep in. But I didn't fully wake up. I saw the blurry outline of my friend Darren come into the room and approach me. He shook my shoulder to try and wake me up, but I couldn't move. I assumed I must still be in sleep paralysis. My entire body was numb. However, I was able to mumble to communicate.
"Dude, you're going to have to smack me in the face to wake me up, I can't move here," I mumble/whispered. I didn't hear his reponse, but I found I could move my hands, which lifted the sleep paralysis. I got up out of bed and stumbled round the room for a minute, before my mind stopped spinning and I stabilised myself.
"Whoa," I said, turning to Darren. "I was having one of those crazy lucid dreams I was telling you about!" Darren is one of the few people who knows about my hobby. I did a hand reality check, and realised I hadn't actually woken up at all! I sat down on the bed and promptly informed Darren that I was still asleep.

Your LD rate is incredible! I love your recall. It is a lot like mine. I could see myself enjoying this DJ... :3

09.03.2010

Forgotten DILDs (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It really is the case that lucid dreams can get forgetten just as easily as non-lucid ones if I don't get up and write them down after they happen. I had several throughout the night, but I can only remember fragments of what happened in each.

Part 1: I was outside and it was sunny. I was trying to talk to somebody, but my mouth wasn't working properly. I commented that I was like Cletus the slack-jawed yokel, but the way I said it made me sound even more retarded. I tried slapping myself in the face and trying exercises to disassociate myself from my physical body (I reckoned I must have been sleeping with my mouth open again), but nothing worked. I rubbed my hands together and shouted "Clarity!" and "Increase vividness!" and still no luck.

Part 2: I woke up in a room quite similar to my own, except there were things lying around which clearly didn't belong to me. I became lucid after checking my hand. I think I ended up having sex with a girl who walked in.

Part 3: This was the end of a dream. I chased a guy who had been trying to kill my friends through a city at night. Desperate, he jumped over a railing and into a full storm drain. I took a massive running jump and landed on him, crushing his head with my knee. I wish I could remember the rest of that one, I've got a feeling it was awesome.

Part 4: I was running home, and something didn't feel quite right. As I went upstairs in my house, I did a hand reality check. "Ohhhh yes," I said as I remembered still being in bed. I went in to look at my room anyway, and saw a massive drool spill on the pillow.