WakeEscapist's Dream Journal
25.02.2010
First night - random (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Before I start let me just say I really like this site and I'm excited to be here. I have tons of free time these days so I can get back to focusing on LDing. Hopefully I can reacquire my old skills fairly quickly and pick up where I left off. Anyway, this is my first entry and I plan to write up an entry 4 or 5 or more times per week. Last night I went to bed at about 12:30 with a strange plan. I set my alarm for 6 AM to try to WBTB or DEILD or something. Then I lay in bed and tried to WILD. I spent about 30 minutes mentally telling myself that I would recognize my dreams and do reality checks and all this other dream related recall/recognition stuff. I remember looking at the clock, not sure if I had slept and seeing that it was about 3:30. Looking back, this may have been a dream and I'm a fool. Even though all day any time I looked at a digital clock I looked twice, this time I did not.
Anyway, eventually I fell asleep I guess and I was outside what may have been my old tall brick residential-turned-apartment building. In real life it was three stories tall and my apartment was the top one. In the dream it was taller, maybe five stories. Marvin was trying to return a Netflix movie, which I feel like he had in his hand, but was saying he had to get back to the apartment before he could return it. The stairs/path was blocked by tons on construction stuff, bright yellow scaffolding. Somehow, with the help of an elderly man DC and, I believe, a copper penny, we were able to make it up to the apartment.
Here I wake up, I think my alarm went off. I turned it off and lay down to try to DEILD. I was tired and groggy and failed to visualize the same dream so I ended up just falling asleep. The next thing I remember I am on a gun-metal grey fighter jet floating in the ocean. It's a beautiful day and the water is cerulean, much brighter than the ocean should be at that depth (no land was in sight). There was a DC on the jet with me and he fell backwards into the sea and vanished. There was something very strange about this and I feel like I witnessed it multiple times/recorded it with some sort of device, and watched a replay in slow motion, noting that he vanished before my eyes before even hitting the water. There was a larger airship hovering above the scene and none of the officials on this ship believed me. (This is just one of those things I knew, I never got on the airship). Though I vaguely remember a megaphone like voice shouting down at me.
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I found myself back in a futuristic apartment. It was fairly small, just two long rooms side-by-side and lit with a blueish light. The walls were made of gray metal squares full of hundreds of tiny holes. The current government was some sort of oppressive, 1984 type regime. I was in the first room with Hassan and maybe someone else. The second room had three or four DCs hanging out in a laid-back hippie sort of manner. I think maybe they were smoking weed or doing some other social drug. One of these DCs was Elisha Cuthbert. What happened next was fairly cinematic, I think I witnessed it personally and also watched it from third person. Some sort of SWAT team busted in through the door and walls. The removable square walls of residential areas were designed specifically for this reason, to aid in SWAT team missions and such. All the DCs in the other room were killed or rendered unconscious (not sure which) except for Elisha.
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I also watched one of the SWAT guys enter from over his shoulder. He removed an outer wall square revealing that the walls were actually hollow cubes. Removing the outer square allowed him to squat and shimmy into the cube and see through the holes in the wall to check out what was happening in the room before he entered. He raised some sort of weapon and fired yellow, floaty electricity which broke through the outer wall and hit the DCs mentioned above. Through all of this it seemed that everyone understood a certain fact about these SWAT appearances. Nobody ever knew who they had come for, but if you tried to run or fight or save someone they would take you away as well. This was the idea, they would bust into areas with several people, only have knowledge of one person, in hopes of scaring all the others into blacklisting themselves as well. In the case of this dream, the SWAT guys were there for the casual drug users. I knew they wanted me as well for the knowledge I possessed of the guy that vanished on the floating jet in the ocean. Elisha was also a fugitive of something, during the raid she calmly, but quickly chose a handful of very important things and shoved them into a small pack. One of these things (the only one I could see due to the angle) was a bright pink wallet with silver snaps. She was wearing scarves and a fleece jacket and put the pack on and walked out. She left all her other belongings, a much larger backpack.
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I tried to lay down in the bed in the apartment but Hassan to play Guitar Hero. He asked if I would play. At first I was confused as to why he wanted me to play then I realized that he was superstitious about something and wanted to use me to test his theory. When I asked him about this he said, "Yeah, the game keep shutting off [when I get to a certain score/time]." I sat up in the dream bed and then woke up for real. I checked my hands to make sure it wasn't a false awakening and then I wrote this.