mikeac's SD-1 Workbook

Here's the dreams I had about a virtual reality game x):

11.02.2011

Real Life Video Games (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was playing a "video game" except it was in real life. And it was not like those dreams where you constantly switch between video game and real life, this one was 100% real life. The game was very diverse, and you had many options of game-plays. I decided to play a Counter-Strike-like game first. I was a terrorist, I was teamed up with other people. We were in an abandoned schol, trying place the progenitor virus (turns people into zombies) inside the water source. There were gun shots evey where. We decided to split up. I encountered a bunch of counter terrorists in the locker rooms, and killed them all. I got a raido transmission from one of my teammates, he needed help. He was trapped, and there was a sniper across the room where he was. He was hiding and could not move until the sniper was taken down. I sneaked close to the room where the sniper was, and tossed a flahs grenade through the window. I ran inside and stabbed the sniper and his team mate. My teammate thanked me. We found the water source, it was like a tiny stream of water located in the basement of the school. We opened a big container which had the progenitor virus inside. The virus looked alien-like. We let the virus in the water, and I was teleported to the main room, where I got to choose the video game I wanted to play.

I was awarded with gamer points. I decided to play a race game that looked interesting. It was kinda like wipeout. I was racing against some guy. I made it through the traps easily, doing parkour. I jumped over a fence. The race was over, aperently it was a tie.

The last game was in a Resident Evil-like setting. In fact, I was fighting the last boss, Wesker. Wesker has super human abilites, due to the fact that he is injected with a virus that gives him super speed and strength. I was at the same time fighting two other entities, which I believe were bomber zombies, zombies that basically throw bombs at you, hella annoying. I could fly, so I decided to hide on the top of buildings, however Wesker found me every time. I decided I would have to fight him. I noticed I had a shit load of granades, maybe I should use them. I flew above Wesker and threw a granade at him. It looked like he was unaware of it, and stepped on it. The granade exploded, making him lose his foot. He fell on the floor. I grabbed 5 more grenades, and put them inside his mouth. He looked at me with disgust, I took cover. He exploded. I grabbed the remainings of his body, put them inside a bag, and threw it into the sea. I then realized I might have infected the sea with the virus.

18.02.2011

MadMonkey's Virtual Reality Game (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was playing Monkey's Virtual Reality Game. I'm in some kind of prison. I'm a guard and the prisoners are on a riot, they all have guns. Most of my team is dead already. There's only 3 of us left. I start doing parkour in the prison. I'm surprisingly really good at it. Prisoners start shooting at me, but I dodge all the bullets. I shoot them down while doing parkour. I run outside, and I see the cafeteria. I hide behind the counter, and the last guy in my team alive is there was well. 5 prisoners rush in, we kill them. We go outside, I get shot on my arm. I take out my auto sniper and shoot the guy. All the prisoners were killed. I see my score, I'm on Rank 1.

I'm back in the common hall, there is a line to play a new game. It's a BETA, but they want to test it in public. They offer me to give it a try. I go inside the room, and eveything fades. I'm in a medieval castle. We have to find a demon and destroy it. The demon has been killing the people of the village for a week. I make my way to the dungeons inside the castle, thinking the demon will be there, but I find nothing. I go back upstairs and find a dragon sword. An entity tells me that I must find the shield. I remembered seeing a shield with a dragon shape on it. I go back to the dungeons and find it. I go outside. I touch the sword to the shield, and they both glow purple. I feel the ground shaking. A dragon falls from the sky, it's the demon. It starts spitting fire at me, but I get out of the way. The ground is now covered in lava, with small islands of ground scattered all around the dragon. I jump from island to island, then jump on the dragon and start stabbing it with the sword. The dragon shakes me off him. It grabs my and starts flying. We are far from the ground, and If he lets me go I'm done. I grab the sword and stab him through his mouth, the sword goes through his brain, out the top of its head. The dragon is dead, and we are both falling to the ground. I hit the ground, and probably died, but the game shows that I defeated the stage.

and heres mine from back in november.

11.11.2010

DANG COPS (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In the dream I had made a new video game and it became popular and was going to be realeased and everyone was really hyped about it. It was like a virtua reality shooter game or like a game in real life or something, IDK I didn't actualy make the game actualy I don't even know if I was me in the dream. I heard on the radio the only way you could play the game in the begining was by winning tickets in a rafle.

[dream skip] I went over to the place were the game was going to be and there was a building or area walled in and people line up outside. I went over to enter it but they said I needed a ticket. I said I don't because I was the guy who made the game. They said it dosn't matter and wouldn't let me in. I snuck in and was in an area that is before the main arena I guess. There were other people around me ready to play. and I spontaniousy became lucid from my MILD.

I talked to the people for a second and then I heard someone on a megaphone outside the place. They said this is the police and told me by name to come out of the game because I didn't have a ticket. WTF they sent a whole squad of police just because I was in a game I made myself. I then woke up and transitioned back into the dream, eather by DEILD or by accident.

I was behind the building now with one of the people that was in the game with me that I think I knew. We were standing by an old Mustang and I told him to get in and I hoped in the driver seat. I put it in drive and started hit the gass. The car vibrated as if it wasn't all the way in gear or something because it was a dream and mechanics don't always work right but it stoped when I moved the stick a little bit. I drifted around the building side ways and came to the front were the police were waiting for me to come out of the front. I yelled screw you and rammed through there formation of police cars. The said to stop through the microphone and started firing into the car with their guns. I continued driving and the crowed of civilians tried to run out of the way but I hit one although I didn't care cuz it was just a DC. I sped down the road planning on getting away from the police and then getting some tasks done. I realized I was now on a small road on the side of a rocky mountain. Me and my passenger both yelled as we hit a rock and flipend off the cliff while the police still shot at us. I then woke up and didn't have anymore lucids. :(

I had a whole bunch of crap typed up, but stupid DV deleted it. :(

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I had a whole bunch of crap typed up, but stupid DV deleted it. :(

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oo I hate it when that happens!

Well my dream for the 20th had to do with another game that had a Halo setting but had to do with being killed by white missiles and tainted light. The dream I remember on the 21st had to do with meeting an amazing girl.

Wake up, it's a nightmare (lucid)
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I woke up to overhear my father talking to my brother about paranormal stuff. "I can hear them in the wall, LOOK! A ghost is right there!" declared my father. "There's nothing there!" my brother said. I sat up to look at the 'ghost', and I realized, as soon as the fucking thing flew out of the wall, that I was dreaming and had to wake up. I closed my eyes and tried to force myself to wake, but the ghost grew closer, whirler itself toward my face. My face was tangled in a horrible cartoonish yet soundless scream as the ghost ripped into my skull until I finally awoke.

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That is the little bastard that haunted me ever since I played "Magical Mirror" for the GameCube. I used to have hallucinations and even scarier dreams of this ghost until I finally got over the fear of it, but it never left my dreams.

Next time just own him with your dream powers!

Had no control. :/

Dream:
Kickass fighting. Incarceration. More kickass fighting. Treasure search. The end.

My dreams I had lost night are a lost memory. I became lucid once but I have no idea what I did.

Obviously I've fallen behind. I'm really losing my focus and interest in lucid dreaming. I hope I don't give up on it though. I don't remember anything from last night.

ugh, same here. I think I'll take a one-week-break from lucid dreaming.

Anything I almost remembered this morning has fallen from the edge of my mind.

Had a lucid dream, along with other awesome dreams (eg. jumping of a rollercoaster and mass murder stuffs), but I'm not gonna explain them in depth. For my LD, I became lucid because my math teacher was teaching literature. I had weak control, but I could use a mirror to teleport, but almost immediately after I ended up in the sky overlooking a city, the dream ended.

Three more lucids but I can hardly remember them now. I haven't been recording. I'm restarting LDIng tomorrow.

Seems like I wasn't the only one taking a break xP!

Yepp. I apologize for not posting here anymore, I've been busy at school and stuff. But I had a good few lucids recently, my control is slowly returning to me. Last night I flew and teleported when I haven't for a while.

Two more lucids over the past. I haven't been updating, studing for exams and benchmarks + life sucking.

Yeah so, I'm not going to be on this site very often anymore. We're moving in two weeks and spending a few hours a day doing last minute packing, plus I'presentation and another project, so I got almost no time on my hands. Sorry.

I did have a few good dreams last night, but I can't find where I put my journal.

Awesome dream last night, but can't use computer for much longer. To put it simply:

Boring shit. (Music. Walking aimlessly. Nothing much else) Lucidity. Awesome shit. (Rollercoasters. Swordfighting. Sex. Finding Dream Guide.)
Hopefully I could put the whole damn thing here, but the dream spanned several hours.

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Awesome dream last night, but can't use computer for much longer. To put it simply:

Boring shit. (Music. Walking aimlessly. Nothing much else) Lucidity. Awesome shit. (Rollercoasters. Swordfighting. Sex. Finding Dream Guide.)
Hopefully I could put the whole damn thing here, but the dream spanned several hours.

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OMG awesome. Sounds like you had some dialated time and got some stuff done. You found your dream guide? What are they like? :D

Interesting. She was kinda like some random jane doe, someone subconsciously created, to perform as simply a figure of "wisdom", or whatever my mind holds.

Dilating time kinda takes the detail outta things, as you take less time to do more, removing the unimportant stuff. I only did it after I became lucid so I have more time to do shit.

PS my dream today is in my DVDJ. ;D

Good job Mike, good to see you back! I've been really lazy (well, towards lucid dreaming at least) lately. I plan on getting back on track either tomorrow or Sunday. I just watched Insidious, man it is fucked up. Will make you think twice about lucid dreaming, if you believe in what happens in the movie of course.

So have I. I'm moving over this weekend. and standardized testing is all next week, so I'll be cramming and such for each topic, so no DILD for a while. Insidious sounds interesting.

Really long dream IMO, one of the best non-lucids I've ever had.

The Beaten
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
This dream is somewhat influenced by the books The Hunger Games and A Wrinkle in Time.

As the last few of us band together, there are only three thoughts in our mind. Survive. Kill. Run. Everyone is losing the last bit of their wit as these three thoughts are being juggled in our minds. We must survive. Those not part of our group must be killed. Those rebelling within our group must be killed. Those who go insane must be killed. Most importantly, those who are poisoned by The Beaten must be killed. Fast. The Beaten is an airborne poison that targets the weak, curious, and unstable. As soon as it gets into an animal's or a person's bloodstream, it doesn't take much more to spread the poison into those who are strong-willed, solid, and smart. A small bite or scratch turns your eyes blood-red in a second, your mind distorts, leaving most of it in a disturbed mess of insanity. And the poisoned have their skin the strength of leather, bones like steel, adrenaline pumping. We must run.

I bump into Gloria by accident. She says, her words edged with steel, "What's the matter with you?!" Taken aback by her anger, something she rarely shows, I reply, "Sorry. Try not to lose your temper, The Beaten feeds off of extreme emotion you know." The anger drains from her face. We continue to walk up the stairs, entering the house. Nearly everyone searches around for supplies of something, with no luck, except for some old furniture and the drywall may be used for kindle at the night. I walk back out, the bright sun stinging my eyes, for the house was very dark. Broxtan follows me out, weary and obviously saddened. "I immediately take a few steps back, because if The Beaten catches him, I won't have enough time to run. "What's up?" I ask. "Nothing. It's just that I'm so pissed we're stuck here. Why did we have to be put here?!"

He sinks his head into his hands. He shudders a bit, possibly because of tears flowing to eyes, but then he looks up. I stare at him, as red floods the whites of his eyes, his mouth twitching into a smirk. Without thinking, I smash my fist into his nose as I duck and run into the yard in front of me. I stop, because I notice I have a few friends running from the side yard to help me. I command the two of them to surround him, but Broxton swipes at one's chest, cutting his shirt, causing him to twirl to the floor. My other friend, Jung, kneels down to help him up, but The Beaten causes the injured boy to convulse, making Jung drop him and run backwards a bit. The deep red that fills Broxtan's eyes fade out a bit, and he whispers, "Push me. Push me down." Confused, I respond with a "Wha-" He repeats, "Push me down. The Beaten will leave after a full body impact." The crimson floods into his eyes again. I swiftly rush him, dodge his punch, and I use the momentum of the dodge to slam both my hands into his shoulders, sending him flying to the ground. "Thank you," he mutters just before his back hits the dirt with a thud.

The Beaten quickly overtakes the injured boy on the ground, and I scream for Jung to tackle him. He scrambles from behind a tree and smashes his shoulders into the enemy's chest. As the remainder of my group file out of the abandoned house, I hear an announcement. "In the mansion in the mountains, a little memoir of those tributes whose lives you've taken have been placed there. I suggest you check it out, unless your afraid, of I don't know, a trap." Worry flashes through our eyes, much like the redness takes those by the beaten. The dream skips, and I'm walking up a hill toward the covered balcony of the aforementioned mansion. I notice a small jewelry box-type thing with pictures tied to one of it's corners. I flip through some of the pictures, seeing the faces of those who were killed. I quickly leave as the pictures sober me into my hidden sadness, as the trap could be those same pictures, maybe even what lied in the jewelry box contained the poison of The Beaten. I walk downstairs and toward the grassy trails to the bottom of the mountain. I hear footsteps behind me, and a long pause. Possibly to look at the photos. I hear footsteps once more, speedier. They soon break into a run, and I find myself running too. But their running is faster. I trip down the trail, and I get caught from behind. With a knife.

I respawn shortly before my death, outside the mansion. After I check the photos again, I quickly walk out of the mansion, noticing Jenny pass by me in as I leave. I ignore her, because she isn't a threat and her emotions aren't as provoke-able as most. I thought wrong. Running again, I try to evade her, but end up dying more brutally, by the hands of a rock to the skull. I focus my respawn back in time, to the point right before I entered the mansion. Instead of immediately checking the box, I waited for Jenny to come by, and warned her not to check the box. She ignored me, and checked it anyways. The Beaten got to her again, but this time I was braced. She leaped in front of me, and I countered with a shove and run. I sprinted down the hill as fast as I could, getting underneath the high ledge where the mansion is. I looked back, and she was catching up to me. Two of my friends ran by, and they were already trying to shove her down. But she juked both of them, thankfully the distraction gave me the advantage of running back up the hill. She jumped toward my back, hoping to knock me down, but I turned again, nearly out of breath as I ran right back down the hill. I heard her slow her pace, and so did I. Soon the only footsteps that I heard were mine. This is good news! I thought. Once more, I was wrong. She was looking down on me from the cliff again, unseen by me. Until I looked up, and by then my face was already crushed by the heel of her boot.