Hi niguy, I have quite a few LDing experiences that I'd consider fun and memorable! I don't want to make a huge post, so here are just a few of them. They're quoted straight from my dream journal. :content:
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I saw a man in the middle hold a gun up to eye level and shuffle a few steps towards me. The gun he was holding looked like it was made entirely of lightweight metal, almost exactly like the one on the left. He was aiming for me and before I could do anything dream control-wise, he shot at me. I jumped up and curved backwards, just in time as the slower-than-normal bullet whizzed right underneath me. My jumping movement was fast, but as I arced backwards it became slow motion, which was an amazing sensation. I wasn't paying attention to the man who shot me anymore, and was simply taking note of how when I tried to move my arms, it would be like moving through a viscous liquid. I didn't try to move my legs, which felt like they were numb and floating. The slow-motion sequence ended in about ten seconds and instead of continuing to curl backwards and end with a backflip, I kicked my legs from in front of me to underneath me, and I landed upright.
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I hung up, holding the phone in my hand. I looked at it with a tepid expression on my face, taking care not to lose awareness of my surroundings. I tensed my jaw, which felt incredibly realistic, and squeezed the phone in my hand, crumpling the metal with a sharp, loud 'clicking' or 'popping' noise. It didn't take much to make it completely implode; it was almost as if I were crushing tin foil, although the parts of the phone broke apart like they would in real life - in segments. I proceeded to raise my hand up in front of my face, eye level, and then just submissively drop the broken pieces of phone to the ground. I raised my eyebrow as I saw the pieces of the phone all stuck together in one ball as it fell, instead of falling away from each other, but then I changed the mood of the dream a bit.
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I hopped over to the other side and started to drive. I pushed down on the gas pedal as hard as I could. The car accelerated to perhaps 30 km/h, but that wasn't fast enough; besides, I was slamming down on the gas. Instead of simply expecting it to go faster, I rammed my foot onto the pedal harder, and the car eventually sped up. It reached a top speed of, I'm guessing, about 120 km/h which felt amazing.
"Woohoo!" I exclaimed, once again becoming excited because I could feel myself being pushed back into my seat, as well as the wind.
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I found three men in clown masks, sort of like those in The Dark Knight, except these were thinner and more sculpted to their real faces.
One of them pulled out a large black gun, looking almost like a rifle, and shot me once. The sound rang out like that a shotgun would make, but once again nothing happened; a bullet didn't even emerge. I ran at him and with barely any effort, took his gun. I turned it on him and asked the others, "anyone else have a gun"?
They shook their heads minutely.
"Fine." I took the gun and easily snapped it in half. "I'm going to go inside now, and when I come out, you'd better be gone."