Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

Originally Posted by LUCIDITY

can't see how you didn't interpret the difficulty in shuffling cards as a cue to RC.
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Heh. Well, given some of the crazy dream scenarios I've had, being completely oblivious to RC's, it's not that surprising.

But seriously, though, I'm really out of practice when it comes to RC's and whatnot. Just haven't been thinking too much about doing them lately, cause I've had so much other shit going on. Oh well.

[Edit: Dream Three from yesterday (previous page) has been updated]

01/09/2007

Went to sleep dead-set on finding the old asian guy to fight, but I guess my subconscious had other plans.

Dream One
”Motocross”
Me, Todd and some young kid were out in the middle of a rocky mountain area, riding dirtbikes. I remember coming to a soft patch of sand and trying to do some doughnuts (which I can’t do very well, IRL). I was able to get around a couple of times, but it was sloppy as all Hell. We went ripping across these rocks and dunes, jumping off insane cliffs and just racing around like madmen. Good times.

Dream Two
”Shadow of the Bat”
Interesting bit of role-reversal on this one, as I’m hardly ever (if ever) rolling with the villains.
Anyway, I was in the backseat of this getaway car and we were hauling ass down this city street, at night, after we’d just pulled a heist. I turned and looked out the back window and I saw something chasing us. I couldn’t tell what it was, because it was jet black and I could only see a few couple of small sections at a time, in the limited light available. Whatever it was, though, it was big, it was flying, and it was catching up to us.
It swooped in closer and I could finally tell that it was the trademark symbol of Batman, a widespread silhouette of his cape, stretched out with a solidity that could have only suggested the memory-foam cape from Batman Begins. He was gliding in fast enough to where he actually began to fly over the top of us. I leaned my head further back in the window to try to see straight up into the sky overhead. Between the passing streetlights, I saw the cape collapse. The dark blob of a figure dropped out of the sky and smashed down onto the rear windshield, Batman’s boots cracking and spider-webbing the glass right above my head. He wasn’t able to break it, though, and he bounced back into the air, flaring out the cape again, into the glider. Once again, the mysterious Bat silhouette was chasing us. I don’t think he ever ended up catching us, though.

I thought it was pretty tight that I never actually saw Batman. I only saw his cape take and lose shape, and a small glimpse of his boots when he dropped down to land on the car, staying true to that whole mystique which is The Dark Knight.

[Edit: This reminds me of a dream I had the other night, where I was Batman, that I forgot to add in my journal. Can’t remember what day it was though. The only thing I remember about it, is that I had a mission that I had to keep doing over and over, until I got it right. Each time, I would start off on a high rooftop. I’d jump off of the roof and glide straight down to the ground, landing in an alleyway in a low, Batmanlike, crouch and then I’d go off and try to complete whatever the objective was. I kept screwing it up, though, and I think someone kept dying because of it. Each time that would happen, the dream would recycle and I’d start off on the rooftop again, jumping down to land in the alley and repeat the whole scenario over and over. Must have done it at least 3 or 4 times. Can’t remember what the actual mission was, though.]

Dream Three
”Internet Restriction, Porn and D”
In this dream, I was at work. For some reason I was called into the office of one of the supervisors, even though his office, in the dream, was where one of the female supes’ office is. He told me that I was causing a problem by continuously using the internet to look up porn at work (which I don’t do.) At first I was like “What are you talking about? I’ve never looked at porn at work,” but then he pulled out a binder and said that they’ve been keeping a log of all of the sites that I’ve been going to. He started flipping through his binder and it was like looking at a porn magazine – nothing but page after page of X-rated material. Actually, even as a porn mag, it would have been impressive. The pictures were all blown up and glossed over and, actually, somewhat classy, as if it were a collection of Playboy spreads.

Even with this, though, I had no idea where all this crap came from. I tried to plead my case that the only thing I ever really do online at work, that I’m not supposed to, is check out Dream Views. He wasn’t buying it, and said I was restricted from using the internet. Sometime during our conversation, some of the girls at work were just walking in and out of his office, many of them stopping to look at the binder that was left open on his desk. They knew that I was getting in trouble for looking at porn at work, which was kind of embarrassing. One of the girls, though, who was kind of big, (though I wouldn’t call her fat) with a cute face, seemed to be excited by the fact that I was looking at porn. (wish I could remember who the hell it was) When no one was paying too much attention, she told me that she thought I was sexy and started flirting real heavy.

Later that day, she told me she had no ride home and asked if I could take her. I didn’t see too much of a problem with it. We were driving for a pretty long time, and she was just giving me directions. She was also rubbing on my thigh and trying to get me all heated up. Truth be told, it was working and I had a pretty good idea that we’d be getting down, once we got to her house. Finally, after driving a long time, I asked her where exactly she lived. She said “Kissimmee,” which is a good hour or so from where we were. I’m like “KISSIMMEE?!” and I pulled over into the plaza parking lot that we were just about to pass. I told her that I had no idea that we were going all the way to Kissimmee.

She said something like “Well, we don’t have to wait until we get to Kissimmee,” and she leaned over and started rubbing my leg again. I was talking about how I wasn’t looking forward to driving to Kissimmee at all. She obviously wasn’t on the same page. But, of course, she started getting the better of me. We started making out in the car and I could tell that we weren’t going to make it all the way to Kissimmee. I started driving around looking for some secluded spot in or around the parking lot but, everywhere I drove, there would be cars parked with people just sitting in them for no fuckin reason at all. Finally I was like screw it, we’ll go back to my place, since it’s closer. (which is really funny because, being that we’d driven nearly halfway to Kissimmee, it would be twice as long to get back to Deltona, where I live. Lol.)

Anyway, by the time we got to my house, we were both so hott that we didn’t even make it inside. I pinned her back against the wall, in the garage, after the door closed, lifted her up by her thighs, and we just started going at it. The sex was amazing, after such a long build-up and, once we finished, we went inside. Inside, I must have still had sex on the brain because, when I turned on the TV, it was porn. Almost immediately, we were both riled up again. We’d been standing behind the bar, which faces the TV so I pretty much just bent her over the bar and started banging her again, from behind.

Now, in the middle of everything, she actually transformed into a girl I used to know, (D) who had a slightly larger body and was a complete psychopath. I wasn’t attracted to this girl in the least but, seeing as how I was already in the middle of having sex, I didn’t think anything of it. Then something hit me. I remembered a rumor about this girl a while ago. I stopped and said “Wait, D, didn’t I hear you had Chlamydia, a long time ago?” She’s like “No. That shit wasn’t true.” For a second there, I was relieved, but then she said “But I do have…” and then she named two diseases that I can’t remember. I was like “Are those STD’s?” A little embarrassed, she said “…Yes.” I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.

I could feel fear and rage building up inside of me and, just before I exploded and gave this girl a piece of my mind, I heard the garage door open. My mom had just come home and we were both in the kitchen, D with no clothes on, and me with my pants down around my ankles. Instantly we scattered. She ran around to the other side of the kitchen wall and I ran across the living room, pulling up my pants and practically diving toward the TV to turn off the porn. The second I pressed the off button, my mom comes in. She sees that I’d just shut the TV off and says something like “Oh that’s alright, I’m not going to be watching it anytime soon, so, if you were watching something, don’t turn it off on my account.” I said “Nah, I was about done, anyway.” I walked over to the kitchen and passed my mom, positioned to where, if mom was going to talk to me, she’d have to face me and away from the garage door. As I was talking to her, D, half-dressed and carrying some of her clothes in her hand, makes a break for it. Mom caught her out of the corner of her eye and simply said “Hi, D.” D said “Hi,” but didn’t turn around and kept going until she reached the garage. Having been caught, I followed D to the garage and heard mom say something behind my back, but I don’t know what it was.
I know D and I started talking about something in the garage, but I don’t remember anything else.

Dream Four
"Advanced Lucid Task Completed"
This dream was about a keg party I’d gone to, last weekend. The house belonged to a guy that I’d just met, that night, and the party was out in the backyard. They had a homemade half-pipe out back and everyone was just kinda hanging out, around it, getting drunk.

I don’t remember much about the dream, before becoming lucid, but I think it was just a recognition of being this being the same party I’d been to, a few days earlier, that made me realize I was dreaming. Immediately, I disassociated myself with everything that was going on and tried to think of what it was I wanted to do, when I became lucid. I’d completely forgotten about looking for the old man and the first thing that popped into my head was the lucid task. The snowman was the only one I could remember at the time but, seeing as how I was at a party, it would have been the perfect time to ask if there were any lucid dreamers around, to complete the basic task.

Anyway, I was looking around this snowless backyard and thinking “Great. How the fuck am I supposed to build a snowman? Do I make it snow? Do I just manifest the snowman? Do I just manifest enough snow to Make the snowman?” I figured that just manifesting a complete snowman would be kinda cheap, so I figured I’d make one from scratch. At first, I tried just making the round sections of snow appear, one at a time. I held up my fingers and tried a little wizardry, but I couldn’t get anything to appear, no matter how hard I tried. So then, I figured making it snow might do the trick, but that didn’t prove to be much easier. I started concentrating on visualizing a snow-covered scene. I was thinking about everything that I could associate with snow, convinced that, the more realistic that I could visualize it, the more solid it would all be and wouldn’t just be a fleeting concept of snow.

I was thinking off everything snow related, Christmas decorations, sleds, everything. Even before the snow, there were huge Christmas ornaments like Lawn Santas and shit just appearing all over the backyard. But I just Could NOT make it snow. I even stopped once to look at my hands and solidify the dream. I kept trying again, though, and finally got a hazy bit of snow to just layer the ground. It didn’t even fall from the sky, it just appeared. Then, “telekinetically” I started rolling some snow and sticks around with my mind. Finally, I made the snowman, but it was partially hidden behind the half-pipe. I walked over to it and, since the only light in the backyard was coming from the half-pipe, the area behind it was almost pitch black. I could barely even see the snowman, but I was able to manifest a carrot or something for the nose (can’t remember exactly what I used, but it was orange) but I don’t think I took the time to put eyes or a mouth on it. Next, I was thinking about bringing it to life. I’d never brought something to life in an LD, before, and I tried to make it as simple as possible. I simply decided that this snowman was now “alive” and then I just stood there, looking at the shadowy white figure and waiting for something to happen.

All of a sudden, this snowman comes to life and just starts straight-up assaulting me with snowballs. It was like the snowballs were just appearing in the snowman’s hands, as the ones before it left, and they were coming at me like machinegun fire. (This seemed completely random at first but, now that I look back on it, I’m reminded of that movie where Michael Keaton becomes a snowman and starts machine-gunning all these snowballs at some kids. It was like that but a lot more brutal.) It was so bad that, even though I was lucid, I had to run off to the side and duck and dodge all these snowballs because I was getting completely overwhelmed.

Somewhere around here, though, the dream lost all solidity and faded away.

After this, I had a bunch of dream fragments. The scenes kept changing over and over, and I would constantly realize I was dreaming, just in time for the scene to change again, and I’d have to find lucidity, all over, each time. There was one where I was in a school cafeteria and another where I was back at home and I looked in the bathroom mirror and I had this Weird head of hair. It was all shaved on the sides, but the top was like a poofy black S-curl from Hell, that was pretty much a shapeless mass of loose, untamed knots.

Great job on completing the Task.

I love all the challenges you had to go through to get the snow...

Even before the snow, there were huge Christmas ornaments like Lawn Santas and shit just appearing all over the backyard. [/b]

That's very funny...

Thanks, TS.

Yeah, it was REALLY hard, trying to get the whole snow thing going. As far as the lawn ornaments, though, there was one particular Santa that was a good 10 feet tall and had this weird, psychotic, toothy grin on his face. I couldn't even begin to describe it. Lol.

01/10/07
”WhoSane?"

I was with a bunch of friends at a nightclub. It reminded me a lot of Tabu, but with a bunch of subtle changes. One of the changes was that there was a concession area that was separated from the dance floor, and in a completely different room, whereas Tabu has the dance floor and bar in the same area. I broke away from my friends and went out to the concession area. It was actually day time, in the concession area, and it was a lot like being at the snack bar at a college football stadium. When I got to the window, I bought a couple of drinks. A Middle-Eastern guy was working the stand and he either had a nametag that said “Apu” or he told me his name was “Apu.” I can’t remember which but, regardless, I knew that was his name. The total came up to like 6 bucks and all I had on me was my Visa. I tried to pay with the Visa, but he said there was a $8 minimum for credit/debit. Annoyed (because I hate “minimum restrictions” when trying to use my card) I started looking around for something else to buy, that I know I didn’t really want, anyway.

Out of nowhere, there was an explosion off to one side of me, and in walks Saddam Hussein, himself, along with a small entourage of officers. For no reason at all, he just starts going ape-shit on the stadium and his group begins killing everyone in sight. I can’t remember the actual dialogue, but somehow I got singled out by Hussein because he was really close with Apu, the concession clerk, and he somehow knew that I was frustrated with the $8 minimum, so he took my frustration as “disrespect.” Before I knew it, I was running for my life as everything from machinegun fire, to rockets, to grenades was being hurled in my direction. They had absolutely no regard for anyone else in the crowd. As I was running and zig-zagging through all of these people, large crowds were being blown apart and riddled with bullets that were meant for me. I left the “club” and these maniacs chased me, rockets pretty much destroying everything around me. I was fuckin booking like a track star, though. Haha.

The scenery around me made a subtle transition from an American city street, to what seemed like an Iraqi neighborhood. The onslaught continued, though – men, women and children being annihilated, circumstantially, while I sprinted along an erratic, snaking path away from Hussein and Co.

As if this all wasn’t random enough, whos house do I end up going to for help? Uday Hussein, Saddam’s (also deceased) son. (I don’t even know what he looks like IRL. Lol.) Nice house, too. …Anyway, I run in through his door and catch up to him while he’s in his kitchen. Frantically, I’m screaming something along the lines of “Uday!! Help me! Saddam has gone fucking Berserk and he’s going to kill me!” Uday, of course, simply gives me the most pitiful look and then busts out laughing. I’m suddenly thinking to myself “Crap. This was a great idea.” So, the door opens and Saddam and crew come walking in. Uday, still laughing, leans in and gives Saddam a big hug and the entire group turns to look at me, in unison, smiling. Figuring I was about 10 seconds away from being slaughtered, I suddenly made a break for a glass patio door that I noticed off in the corner of my eye. Even though it only took me about 2 seconds to reach the door, I had time to wonder how much crashing through a glass and wood-grid door was going to suck, and brace myself to get shredded by the glass. Surprisingly, though, I pushed the entire door straight off the hinges, uniformly. While running, full-speed, again, I remember wondering just how in the hell I got through the glass door without breaking it.

I don’t remember anything else after this, though.

01/11/2007
Short dream about being on some type of police force or something. There were only a few of us, at first, and we raided a huge airplane hangar full of criminals. There was a MASSIVE, intense, firefight. We drove whichever criminals we didn't kill or arrest out of the area and once they were gone, we inspected the place and found a room with an insane cache of weapons. While we were moving the weapons out, a monster truck suddenly smashed in through one of the hangar walls. The badguys were back, with reinforcements. Even with all the assault rifles, shotguns and whatnot around me, I ended up picking up two sweet-looking Glocks and a bunch of clips. We all streamed out into this hangar and the firefight continued. We were outnumbered, though, and spent a lot of time on the defensive. Finally, just when we were beginning to get overwhelmed, our reinforcements came, along with a helicopter.
The fight intensified for just a while longer and we ended up winning. When it was over, there was an old, English guy, who was obviously a partner of mine, flying the chopper. Somehow he managed to maneuver the helicopter down into the hangar, even though the hangar door was only about 2 feet over the top of the rotors, after the helicopter was resting on the ground. The last thing I remember about the dream is asking him what took him so long to get here with back up, and how in the hell he got the helicopter through the hangar door, impressed with his flight skills.

Wow @ those last two entries. I can't believe you sought safety at Saddam's son's house. That's really strange and funny. lol

Congrats on completing the snowman task. Hilarious that he attacked you after you brought him to life.

Lmfao @ Uday's house, too.

Yeah, it's not too often than I do something that illogical. Lol. I don't know where the hell that idea came from.

And thanks on the congrats........damn, punk-ass snowman. :sweat2:

And that "Shadow of the Bat" dream has "Vex" written all over it. Lmfao.

I forgot about the Shadow of the Bat dream. I was going to comment on it before but apparently it slipped my mind.

Yes... that was a vexy dream if I ever read one.

That is pretty cool how you never actually saw Batman, just fleeting glimpses. Definately gives the dream that mysterious flavor that's associated with the Dark Knight. Do such dreams come out of the blue or are they influenced by something earlier in the day?

As far as I could tell, it came out of the blue. There could have been something earlier on in the day that brought it on but, if there was, I didn't pick it up. Heh.

I was thinking off everything snow related, Christmas decorations, sleds, everything. Even before the snow, there were huge Christmas ornaments like Lawn Santas and shit just appearing all over the backyard. But I just Could NOT make it snow.[/b]

Haha, that got me laughing. ^__^

Great stuff as always, O.

Hehe. Thanks, Xei.

Holy shit on that last huuuge lucid! Good job on that... how long would you say that lucid lasted? Seemed like hours didn't it?

Btw, I forgot. Which method do you most commonly use?

Good stuff!

Ey, Odds.
Thanks, man. Which lucid do you mean, though? The Advanced Task one where I built the snowman? Nah, that one really didn’t last very long, it was just really detailed and sometimes, in trying to recall all the details, they seem a little longer, written out, than they actually were. Heh.

And as far as techniques: Man, I’m so damn undisciplined. I hardly ever stick to any techniques. My most consistent ways of becoming lucid, I’d say, are either WBTB or just DILDs. I hardly ever gain lucidity from using WILDs or even MILDs, but I did happen to try out MILD last night and become lucid. I can’t remember what triggered it, though.

01/15/2007

Damn. A lot of dream activity last night. It was some work, just trying to remember as much as I could. I went to sleep after taking a multivitamin and was focused on realizing when I’m dreaming. What’s strange is that, the way some of these dreams chained together, it almost seems that they could have been the same dream but, as groggy as I was, the few times I woke up, during the night, it’s really hard to tell.

Dream One
”Tailless Meteor”
I’d say this was a MILD, but I don’t really remember whether I became lucid because of the auto-suggestion I was using, when I fell asleep, or as a DILD, due to some dream content. Whatever the case, there is a whole section of this LD that I can barely remember, as it was my first recalled dream of the night, and there was a lot going on, afterward.

I was with Joe and Todd and we were out in the sticks, somewhere, at night. I think Joe had his truck, but it was a beige color instead of dark blue/black. I remember that, throughout the dream, I checked my hands probably 3 or 4 times because the dream kept destabilizing. One of the times I looked at my hands, my palms had all these scars all over them, like razor slashes that had been healed over for years, but still protruded just a little bit.

Todd had gone off somewhere, and Joe and I were getting in his truck. I looked overhead and saw a meteor flying over us. It was huge and obviously close enough to us to be within the Earth’s atmosphere. There was no fire trail behind it, though and that disappointed me. I thought it ruined the whole affect of having a meteor pass overhead. I raised my hand and I tried to will a huge fire trail behind the rock, but I wasn’t able to do it before the meteor disappeared over the horizon.

The only thing I really remember after this was walking through a convenience store.

Dream Two
“Street Party” / “Spider-Man’s Double”
There was a massive street party, downtown. My friend Melissa was down from New York and her, Joe, Todd and I were all hanging out. Todd was talking to some chick I didn’t recognize and Melissa and I were pretty much keeping each other company. There is not a lot of this party that I remember, but I do know that I was Drunk. This had easily replaced whatever I’ve logged, earlier, as the drunkest I’ve ever been in a dream. At some point, I was wandering off toward one of the alleyways in the city. I wanted a little bit of time to let the world stop spinning, and I could tell I was about 15 seconds away from just passing out, wherever I stood.

I heard someone calling me and talking about how drunk I was and, when I turned around, another friend of mine, Samara, shows up with two of her girlfriends. I really didn’t feel like talking to either of them, though, as fucked up as I was, and kept hinting that I wanted them to leave me alone. Sam kept hitting on me though and I could tell that one of her friends, a really thin chick with (I think) short, blonde hair, was eyeballing me really hard, too. Finally, I couldn’t take the disorientation anymore and I, literally, fell over on my face, too weak to stand up. Luckily, I landed on a mattress that just happened to appear, out of nowhere. Lol. Sam’s blonde friend was the first to grab a spot on the mattress and curl up next to me. I’m pretty sure the others did the same too, but I’m not sure. Seconds later, I passed out, still in the middle of the alley.

When I awoke, it was daytime and I was in someone’s apartment. The same mattress that I’d fallen asleep on, in the alley, was now in this person’s living room. Come to find out, it was either Sam’s apartment, or one of her friends’. I got up and the blonde was putting on a shirt because she had to leave. After she’d gone, a few more people started coming out of the rooms, guys and girls. At some point, and I don’t know how the hell this even got tied into the dream, but Spider-Man ends up vaulting in, through one of the windows. He was acting really frantic like there was something big going on, but he never explained why he was in the room, in the first place. Then, out of nowhere, another Spider-Man slowly strings his way down from the ceiling, hanging upside-down and staring directly into the face of the first Spider-Man. No one in the room knew what to say, during this awkward silence.

The silence was broken though, when the tell-tale black ooze strung its way down around the inverted Spider-Man, crawling over the red and blue uniform and wrapping around him from mask to toe, turning him into the evil Symbiote Spider-Man. The two of them immediately began fighting in the tiny apartment, flipping off of, and sticking to, just about everything in sight. The weirdest thing about the whole thing was that, whenever they shot their webbing, it came out as this thick, nasty looking shit that looked like a mixture between tree roots, squid tentacles and human guts. The rate at which all this shit came out of their wrists was completely ridiculous; some of the tubes of “webbing” being thicker around than a full-grown person. I remember one of the guys in the room making a comment that I’ve heard someone say, during the movies, something about “Pssh. Just look at all the webbing they’re shooting. There is no way they could have that much webbing stored up inside their body. That’s just stupid.” His tone was as if we were just watching the movie play out in front of us, and he was a critic. Pretty soon, the entire living room was covered in this dense web of shit and I think they moved their fight outside or something. Can’t remember.

Woke up shortly, typed a few things down and decided to try the WBTB method.

Dream Three
“Flying Around” / “Talking With Dad” / “Late For Work”
I was on a, slightly deserted, street, at night. Someone was with me, but I can’t remember who it was. As if a light switch had come on, I suddenly realized I was dreaming. The first thing I did was stabilize the dream by looking at my hands. I can’t remember what I saw in them, though. My next order of business was trying to find the old, blind Chinese(ish) man, so we could finish our fight. I remember trying the “around the corner” method, to see if he would just appear, that way. That didn’t work. I also tried to just make him appear in front of me. That didn’t work, either. Walking around with my friend, we came to where there was a store on the side of the road. Walking toward this store was some guy with a black jacket on. I couldn’t quite see what he looked like, though. I’m pretty sure he had a beanie on.

While this guy was walking, somewhat toward us, but not directly, I held up my fingers toward him and focused, trying to get him to turn into the old Chinese guy. The shit just Would Not work and I was starting to get frustrated by it. Then, for no reason at all, the guy that was walking, paying us no attention, walks straight toward the wall of the store we were standing on front of. Without breaking stride, he simply steps up against the wall and begins walking, vertically, up the front of the building, hands in is pockets, like this was completely normal behavior. My “friend” and I looked at each other like, “What the fuck?” and then looked back at the guy, just as he disappeared over the rooftop. Not to be outdone, I quickly levitated up into the air, stopping just a few feet higher than the rooftop, which was only illuminated by a bright street lamp a few yards away. The guy didn’t even pay me any attention. He simply kept on walking in his straight line, across the rooftop, and down the other side.

Still hovering in the air, I decided to go off and just explore a lil bit, so I started flying down the street, following this dark main road through a rural area. Traffic picked up, the further I went, a few cars passing under me. I kept trying to go faster but I couldn’t get any speed, while flying, no matter how hard I tried. It seemed the harder I concentrated on going faster, the slower I went. Another car came, speeding up from behind me, passing under me and headed in the same direction I was. So, holding out one arm in front of me, I imagined as if there was a long rope tied to the car that just passed me, that had to have been going about 60-70mph. Even though it was planned, I was kinda surprised when I suddenly picked up speed, being yanked by the invisible string. Flying behind the car was pretty intense and fun as hell. I was only a good 10-15 feet off of the ground, and felt kind of like a kite.

As we were passing a bunch of houses that sat on either side of the road, something (though I can’t remember what) drew me to one of them. I “disconnected” from the car and stepped down into a landing on the front lawn of the unfamiliar house. I can’t remember whether I opened the door or just walked through it, but not even the inside of the house looked familiar. That’s why I found it all the more strange to see my Dad, sitting on the couch with his head back and his eyes closed. Now, being completely lucid and knowing my Dad is dead, I didn’t really know what to make of this situation. Since the front door was behind the couch, which sat in the middle of the living room, I walked around behind it, eyeing my Dad, suspiciously. I wasn’t quite sure what my subconscious might have had in store for me, but I walked calmly, prepared for pretty much anything. As I circled around beside him, I stuck out one arm and tapped him on the arm and said, “Hey,” to see if he was really ‘dead’ in the dream. He opened his eyes as if he’d only been sleeping and looked up as if he was surprised to see me. He got up and hugged me and I told him that, even though I knew he was a DC, it was good to see him. I sat down on the couch next to him and then we just got into some conversation about how things have been going, with me. We didn’t have very many of those types of conversations when he was alive, so this was actually pretty nice.

I lost lucidity during the conversation and vaguely remember a bunch of my Dad’s friends coming over and all of us having a party. Things pretty much faded out, after that.

I then “woke up,” still at “Dad’s house.” (I very rarely fall asleep and wake up still within the same dream. I find it fascinating that it happened twice in one night.) I was not lucid though and remembered it was Monday morning, and I had to be at work. I checked my watch and it was 10 till 8:00. “Shit.” I was going to be late for work. I still had to go home, shower and change. I jumped in the car and, not really knowing where the hell I was, ended up going a good 10 minutes in the wrong direction. I figured this out and turned around, headed back toward my house. I knew there was no fighting it, and I was going to be really late, so I stopped in some convenience store that also sold hot breakfast like sausage and eggs and shit. I remember looking at the sky to see the sun coming up. Finally ended up getting home and, when I looked at my watch, it said it was 9:30am. I was like “What? That’s not right. It couldn’t have taken me an hour and a half to get here.” I tapped on the watch a few times and put my ear up to it. It wasn’t ticking. Turns out it was broken. But then, I was trying to rationalize why it said 7:50, last time I looked at it. I don’t think I actually figured this all out, before I woke up again.

It was only 5:00am, when I woke up, and I had another hour to sleep. So..I did.

Dream Four
”Indiana O”
I was Indiana Jones, at the end of the “Temple of Doom” movie. We’d just come out of the Temple and Moloram was trying to get the stones from me. There was either a quick flash forward or I don’t remember what led up to this but, soon, we were on the broken rope bridge and hanging over the gator-infested water, hundreds of feet below. It was fucking intense. The bridge (which was now a ladder) was swaying and rippling with every motion that was made on it. Moloram was at the bottom of it, at first and I was making my way to the top. He eventually caught up to me, right near the top, and we started fighting for the stones. I didn’t seem to be in much control of my own actions and was, consciously, just hanging on for dear life as my “body” did its own thing. I don’t remember whether or not Moloram tried doing the “ripping out the heart” thing or not but things pretty much ended the same as the movie, with me throwing the stones out into the water and Moloram, instinctively, trying to catch them, plummeting off of the side of the cliff, his body smacking against the rocks a few times, and landing in the sea where the gators lay in wait.

Nice dreams especially the lucids its so cool that you ca remember lots of detail from them!

Hey, NeAvO.

Yeah, but it's a bitch trying to remember them, sometimes. Whenever I wake up, I have to sit up in bed with my head bowed, as if meditating, and go through every single thing that I can remember, then I type up some keywords on my computer and those words make it easier to remember all the details even after I've either gone back to sleep or started getting ready for work. If I didn't really rack my brain, as soon as I woke up, I'd lose everything.

I've also tried to get in the habit of, while lucid, taking a moment to stop and go over some of the parts of the dream that I want to remember. I'm not able to do that all the time but, when I do, it helps alot.

01/18/2007
“Imbedded.”

Jesus, what a dream. Definitely not one of the cool action scenarios I've come to enjoy.
I’d taken a multivitamin before bed, which I’m beginning to figure is a lot less necessary, seeing as how I haven’t been smoking at all, during the week. Usually when I take something before bed (B-6, MV’s) my dreams are not only much more vivid, but intense, so I may be giving those a rest, too. We’ll see.
Anyway, as this dream began, I was journalist in Iraq. The sun was just starting to set and I was working along side CNN’s Soledad O’Brien. She was working a different topic, but we were working very close, often intertwining our stories, I’d suppose. The beginning is more of a blur. I know the topic I was covering had something to do with this underground tunneling system that the mujahideen were using to tactically move around Iraq. At first, I was under the impression that I was given clearance to cover this story but at one point, as I was standing along with Soledad and her camera crew, some of the Jihadists singled me out, one, seemingly unarmed, man grabbing me by my arms and beginning to walk me away from the rest of the crew. Obviously Soledad was accepted, as they made sure to let her know that it was only me that had done something wrong. I remember her calling after me and trying to tell the hooded men that I was a part of her team. It meant nothing to them.
Being quickly guided toward the corner of a building, away from the cameras, I asked the guy where he was taking me. He said that he had orders to simply take me around the corner and execute me. I don’t even think he gave me a reason. Immediately, I was terrified. I didn’t know what I was going to do.
We got around the corner and into a small alley way. Scared out of my mind, I watched the man reach into the front of his pants and pull out a black pistol that looked a lot like an old Luger. As he was bringing the barrel up in my direction, I desperately lunged for the gun, grabbing it by the barrel and the man’s wrist. He fought back and the two of us struggled to gain control of the weapon. The scuffle lasted a couple of seconds and it ended up with me bending his wrist to a good enough angle to slide my finger into the trigger housing and squeeze it, just as the barrel swung around to the guy’s head. My heart sank, even though I’d killed him in self-defense, and I backed away. I didn’t even have time to collect my thoughts before I saw more men coming around the corner, a few-dozen yards away. I broke into a sprint in the opposite direction and began running through all the twisting and turning alleyways, trying to lose them. The sun was going down and I was looking for any sort of shadowy places to hide. I passed a huge pen with a dog in it that started barking as I approached. I moved around the pen, constantly watching my back.
Coming up around the next corner, I actually began hearing mom calling for me. I looked into a nearby doorway and saw a man aiming a rifle at me, but mom was nearby, motioning for me to hurry into the doorway. I went inside this building that was actually a bunker for the American forces. Mom was there as an aid and there were a bunch of people inside listening to surveillance equipment and staring at radar screens. They told me that (somehow) this building was 100% safe. Shaking, I sat down in a chair and began agonizing on how close I’d come to being executed and reflecting, painfully, on the fact that I’d just killed a man. For the last few seconds of the dream, I was a complete mess of emotions.

…I gotta stop watching the news.

Shaking, I sat down in a chair and began agonizing on how close I’d come to being executed and reflecting, painfully, on the fact that I’d just killed a man. For the last few seconds of the dream, I was a complete mess of emotions.[/b]

That happen to me once. Have you seen Battle Royale 1 it was similar to that. Nearly all the people i know except my family had guns and tried to shoot me so i shot back. It feels so real that the hard part like you actually killed someone. Nice dream though and full of emotion

Man, I keep hearing about Battle Royale and, every time I'm in a position to check it out, I completely forget about it. I'm going to have to write that shit down, so I can remember. But yeah, it's weird how there seem to be two different formats for violence, in my dreams. There is the happy-go-lucky, action movie gunplay type scenario and the types that feel completely realistic. I usually end up finding myself in that troubled state after the more realistic scenarios. Shit's crazy.

Thanks for the feedback.

Backtracking to pick up the previous nights' dreams:

01/16/2007
”Dance Floor Construction/Invasion”
In the beginning of this dream, Todd and I had these funky-ass costumes that seemed to be a mixture between rock stars and Angels. I can hardly even explain how I made the comparison but, trust me, they were wild. Well, we went to this party where everyone was dressed up. There was a huge circle around the dance floor and people were just getting down, taking turns stepping in the circle and pulling off some moves. Some of the people could really dance. Some..well…couldn’t Lol. A lot of the attempts were straight-up hilarious. Weird thing about this dance floor was that it was soaked in about 3 inches of water. At the end of one of the songs, I spun around and hit a kneeling freeze but, even though I stopped, my body kept slowly rotating as if the water on the ground was ice. Strange, but common in my dancing dreams.
Sooner or later, the owner of the party said that something had to be done about the dance floor, because people were splashing down and falling all over the place. The dream shifted into a workshop where a scientist that I can only describe as a cross between Mr. Rogers and Mr. Wizard was building a replacement dance floor. It was built on a turntable and he was putting all these strange panels around the outside like an early animation wheel. He said it was going to give a frame-by-frame effect to everyone outside the wheel, that would be watching the person dance, (which is kind of ridiculous, seeing as how the person dancing would be…actually moving, and would negate the need for an “animated” effect. Anyway, the scientist then began going into this whole “history of animation” schpiel. There were a lot of us sitting around the unfinished turntable floor like high-schoolers in a woodshop class.
Suddenly one of the kids looked toward the door and said something like “Uh…there is a hand with knife, at the door.” He paused and was like “..That’s a Real knife, too.” Everyone looked up and through the frosted-glass window on the door, there was a hand pressed up against the outside of the glass, holding a knife. It was moving around as if it was trying to find away in. The scientist guy said something like “Oh no, they found me!” We all looked at him and someone said “Who?” He said “THEM! Those…creatures!” and started running around like he needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Just then, the glass shattered and the last thing I remember is everyone running and screaming as a bunch of these creatures that resembled the Violator came climbing in through the window.

Dream Two
Not sure if this tied into the first dream or not, but I suddenly “Woke up” at my ex’s dad’s old house, and had been sleeping on the floor, along with a few friends. She comes in with her present husband and their kid (neither of whom were part of the picture back when my ex and I lived in this house, aside from the fact that he and I were friends) and they are moving stuff out of her old room and taking it to their car. It was still late at night. As they were coming in and out, their daughter, who isn’t really old enough to talk now, says something about “Look. (Me) is here.” My ex and her husband seemed to already know that me and my friends were sleeping there, but there was no light around me and I’m sure they couldn’t tell that I wasn’t asleep. My ex’s husband, copying his daughter’s tone, said “(Me) is my bitch,” and continued doing what he was doing, thinking I didn’t hear him. On his way back out of the room, I was sitting up on the couch and I said “(Me)’s your what?” I could tell I caught him by surprise. He didn’t say anything, but forced a cocky scoff, and kept on doing what he was doing.
Shortly after, everyone was outside because the three of them were leaving. I was in my car and my friends were just about to get in. My ex and her husband, while they were piling their stuff in their car (which was a station wagon in the dream, instead of the van that they really have) they ended up putting their baby’s car seat on top of the car. Well, out of nowhere, their car just starts rolling out of the driveway. Before I even knew what was going on, everyone else rushes to the car and tries to stop it, somebody grabbing the baby off of the roof, just before the car slammed into the neighbor’s house. By then, I’d just started getting out of the car, when I realized what had happen and (Ex's husband) comes running up to me like he wants to fight me, because I didn’t do anything to help save his kid. I figured that, even though I didn’t know what was going on until it was too late for me to do anything, everyone else already had things covered, so I wondered exactly why he felt compelled to start shit with me about it. He was all up in my face, trying to pull me out of my car even faster. But he seemed like he was completely wasted. He was all disoriented and was foaming at the mouth. I didn’t even push him or swing on him because I figured that, as fucked up as he was looking, he wouldn’t have been able to do anything to me anyway. Instead, I was looking at him like “Jesus, what the hell is your problem?” My ex, who obviously didn’t agree with (Ex's Husband)’s rage, pried him off of me. She told him to go inside and he walked off, staggering as if he was dead drunk or something. She watched him walk inside and said something about how “embarrassing” he could be, sometimes, and how she “hated when he got like this.” Then she looked at me as if she was in complete misery. Then she…asked me to kiss her. I’m like “What?? No!” (This was fuckin straaaange, seeing as how my ex and I can’t stand each other.) When I declined, it looked like she was about to burst into tears. She steps up closer to me and says “Please!” I backed up, completely shocked, and said “What is going on here? What the Hell is wrong with you people?!”
I wasn’t able to realize I was dreaming, before I woke up.

01/17/2007

Dream One
Todd and I were playing this badass PlayStation game that reminded me of Einhander, (one of the most intense and addictive games I’ve ever played) but much more detailed. The view could change from 3rd to 1st person and, even in third person, the camera would rotate all around the aircraft in dizzying ways that seemed to make the whole room spin and left us with an insane sense of vertigo. The graphics were so intense that, even when we were playing on a television, it was almost like playing the game with a VR helmet on. The images on the screen completely invaded our view.

Dream Two
A strange (and random) relation to last night’s dream about my ex and (ex's husband). It was the same scenario, where it was night time and she and (ex's husband) were living in the old house that we used to live in. This time, though, there was a huge group of our friends simply going for a midnight jog, and (ex's husband) and I were running beside each other, talking about something. There was no hostility between us, though.

Dream Three
Don’t remember much about this one, but I know that I had a little sister, in it. (I don’t really have one.) There were these young boys that were “interested” in her, (as far as kids go). I told her I was coming to town, to visit her (the town, I’m guessing, was Georgia, because that’s what the atmosphere felt like). When I got there, the boys were really intimidated by me and were doing whatever they could to stay on my good side.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

01/16/2007
”Dance Floor Construction/Invasion”
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I've always wondered if Mr. Rogers was really from another dimension, and now my suspicions are confirmed. Lol, what a wild dream.

Originally Posted by oneironut

I've always wondered if Mr. Rogers was really from another dimension, and now my suspicions are confirmed. Lol, what a wild dream.
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Hahaha, I know right?
Beneath that freakishly friendly exterior he's probably some ruthless, interstellar badass, hunted and sought-after by creatures from all corners of the universe.

01/19/2007

Dream One
”Drive-by”
Ugh. This one sucked so much I hesitate to even type it out. (888, I’m blaming you for this latest spurt of horribly violent dreams. )

Another dream with my dad in it. We were all out in Daytona at a family member’s house. I can’t really say whether it was a party, or just a couple of people over but, either way, most of us were standing outside, drinking, laughing and just having a good time. After a while, this van comes pulling up out of nowhere, and my dad is standing out near the edge of the driveway, closer to the road, with a drink in his hand. The van rolls slightly passed my dad, as he was facing me and the rest of the family, but then it stops just short of passing the entire driveway. Suddenly the driver leans out the window and pumps a shotgun. By the time anyone can even react, the driver puts the barrel down near my dad’s lower back and pulls the trigger. The shot rings out and, from the front, I can see a grapefruit-sized exit wound open just before my dad falls to the ground.
I yell for him and am just about to run over to him when the van pulls to the left and comes straight up in the driveway, the driver leaning out the window again, facing all of us. Everyone scatters and I see the barrel swing around in my direction. I stop dead in my tracks and dive backward just as a shotgun blast impacts the ground, where I was just standing. I start scrambling back on my hands and heels and throw myself behind a car, another gunshot hitting the vehicle and one pellet of buckshot lodging itself in my calf.
Tires squeal and the shooter pulls out of the driveway and takes off down the road, not hitting anyone else. When he was gone, we all ran to my dad and pulled him up onto the front porch. He wasn’t moving at all and was flooding the porch with his blood. However, the blood wasn’t red but was simply water flowing out of his wound and mouth. (My mind often spares me the gory details of even the most, otherwise graphic, scenes)
It was no less horrible, though. I crossed my palms over his chest and started pumping on it, giving him CPR (a painful flashback for me because, when he died in real life, I was stuck in the same position, trying to revive him.) The more I pumped on his chest, the more water/blood flowed out of his mouth and wound. It was soon to a degree where it was almost like he was lying in a pool of water about 5 inches high, even though we were on a flat porch with no sides to let the water build.
Now, crying hysterically, (which I didn’t do during his actual death, but this scenario was much more traumatizing) I finally gave up, backing away as everyone grieved. I pulled out my cell phone and, since most of the family was already here, the first person I called was my best friend, and told him that my dad was dead (another painfully familiar moment). He asked how it happened and I told him about the drive-by shooting and that I had buckshot in my leg. When I said this, I reached down to feel the wound and it was gone. I continued to rub my leg to feel for the wound, my other hand holding the phone, but there was nothing there. The more I rubbed my uninjured leg, the more the dream began to fade and I started to realize that I was rubbing my real leg, in bed. Before I knew it, the dream had gradually dissolved and I was in my bed, rubbing my leg and with my hand up to my ear as if the phone was still in it.

I quickly gathered my wits and had to force the tears from the dream world from carrying over, after I woke up.

Dream Two
Another party. All I really remember is that these guys had a bunch of guitars in their house and I wanted to play one of them. They all had these weird necks on them, though. Instead of being flat and straight like this ---------- they were rippled like ~~~~~~~~. This made playing them damn near impossible, and it was pissing me off. After a while I gave up.

01/21/2007
“Hot-Shot Alien Kid”
I was out in a field, somewhere, at night. I can’t remember who was with me. Looking up at the sky, there was what looked like a fighter jet coming in our direction. As it passed over-head, it then arced straight up in the air and then stalled out, coming down backward and then curving back in the same direction it had came. On that second pass, I could tell that it was a UFO, and it seemed to have changed shape, since the first time I saw it. My immediate impression was that it was some government Black Project, and I figured there was a base nearby or something. The craft changed its angle and streaked out toward the city lights in the distance. We got in the car and chased after it.
The field was obviously somewhere in Nevada because, before I knew it, we were showing up in Vegas. We pulled up the strip, in front of this large casino, and people were already gathered around to see the driver of this UFO. It had changed shape again, by the time it touched down in the street, and looked like some futuristic imitation of a customized Earthly ride – like an Impala or an old Cutlass, or something. This kid gets out and, immediately, it’s like he’s a rock star - flash bulbs are going off; women are screaming; reporters are jockeying for positions closest to him. Someone asked him how old he was. He said, in human years, he would be 11, though he looked more like 14-ish.
Somehow, within the fray, he gets close enough to me and whoever was with me to lean in and whisper a few things to us. He said that he was simply trying to get some good PR in right now, but that his real reason for being here was because he was a part of this sort of “Intergalactic Police” force and that there was a very dangerous creature hiding somewhere here on Earth, that he was sent to capture. He explained why it was he was telling us and no one else, but I can’t remember why.

(Edit: Now that I think about it, this perfectly ties into what oneironut and I had commented on, regarding Mr. Rogers.

01/22/2007
”Fuq the Police”
Awesome lucid dream. Unfortunately, I woke up at about 4 o’clock, after the dream, and didn’t get up to jot down any notes before falling back asleep, so I’ve forgotten a few things.

So, Todd and I are on a road trip, somewhere. We stop into a gas station, late at night, and I slightly remember some small talk with a girl that was working there. We ended up leaving and getting back on the road. Soon, it was day time and we were driving down the interstate. I can’t remember what the reason was but, some time during our drive, a motorcycle cop pulls up behind us and turns on his lights. We pull over onto the left shoulder, instead of the right, parking on the wide, grass median, in the center of the two opposing flows of traffic.

The cop comes over and starts being a real dick. I think we had been smoking or something, because he tells us to wait over by his bike so he can search the car. While he is over at the car, I start getting suspicious of things, but not enough to realize I’m dreaming. Then, right on cue, the cop says “Well, well. What is this?” and he pulls out my dream journal, which happens to be in a notebook. (Funny, because I don’t have a paper journal, IRL) Laughing while walking in our direction, he begins thumbing through the journal and then, out of nowhere, just starts ripping pages out of it, tearing them to pieces and throwing them all over the median.

I was Infuriated. So much so, that even Todd was like at the cop. I could practically hear him thinking “Oohh, you shouldn’t have done that.”

I don’t even remember what happened next but, the next thing I knew, the cop was lying on the ground, face down. It was right around here that I realized I was dreaming (though I can’t remember if I became lucid and then took out the cop, or did it before. I think I took out the cop first, though). Anyway, the second I realized I was dreaming, I looked at my hands, which were hard and dry, to stabilize the dream, repeating to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming,” to keep the thought fresh in my mind. Todd was looking at me, wondering what was going on. I told him that I was dreaming, but that we still needed to get out of here because I had a feeling our trouble with the cop wasn’t over. Just as I said that, the cop was beginning to slowly rise from the ground. Since he was between us and the car, I looked the other way and the first thing I saw was the police motorcycle. My eyes about lit up like a kid in a candy store. I ran to the bike and told Todd to jump on. At first, I couldn’t get it started and the cop was now running toward us, closing the gap while I continuously tried to kick-start the bike (which is weird because police bikes don’t have kick-starts, that I know of.) Finally, as the cop was just beginning to come in range, I got it started and we took off. I remember how short and stubby the handlebars felt as I was pushing up through the gears.

We were flying down the grassy median, closer to the oncoming lane than the correct one. Suddenly, looking at all the cars whizzing passed us, to the left, it dawned on me: I’ve always wanted to try this in a lucid dream. Thinking of Trinity in the Matrix: Reloaded, I suddenly swerved into oncoming traffic, with the motorcycle, zig-zagging left and right as cars veered and skidded out of our way. Ah, man. One of the most insane things I’ve experienced in a LD and it lasted about 20 seconds or so, before I cut back across the median, to the right side.

We kept on riding until we were back in our town (though it didn’t even seem like our town.) We pulled up in some (unfamiliar) apartment complex, where my mom apparently lived. My lucidity had begun flickering during the ride but, as soon as I got in this unfamiliar apartment, the first thing I did was focus on my hands again and repeat “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming,” bringing my lucidity, and the scene around me, into much more clarity.
So, apparently, my DC mom was getting ready for a party and my aunt and some other relatives were about to come over. I was still thinking about the whole cop thing and was wondering if we’d seen the last of them. Todd suddenly got a call on his cell phone, which was this really futuristic pocket computer sort of thing. We thought it might have been the cops, but it was someone in his family.
A few minutes later, the house phone rang. Mom picked it up and then called me to pick it up. I picked it up and it was the police. I recognized the voice and, to be specific, it was Morgan Freeman. He told me, calmly, that the entire complex was now crawling with SWAT and that my friend and I needed to come out and turn ourselves in, before we made things worse for ourselves – in all his typical, soothing, Freemanesque nature. I found this hilarious, though, seeing as how I was now 100% lucid again, and figured it was time to have some fun more.

As we were heading out of the apartment, I was talking to Todd, coaching him on how he was just a DC and we both had “lucid abilities,” in hope that he was going to be able to do all the things I could do, as it would make what was about to happen all the more interesting. He got the picture and we both started walking downstairs. He was walking in front of me and kept going, even after I stopped, halfway down the last set of stairs. I glanced over to one side and saw Morgan Freeman standing in the hallway, dressed like his detective character in Se7en and facing away from me (while I was still slightly faced away from him) as if we were two arch-enemies in some gritty anime thriller that were having their last civil conversation, before completely obliterating each other. I can’t remember exactly what he was saying, though.
Finally, I came down the rest of the stairway and turned to face him. He, himself, was walking toward me. I started walking backward in the hallway, while we were still talking, backing myself out toward the field that was in front of the complex. As I was doing this, I was telling him that I wasn’t worried about him or the rest of the SWAT team, that I could see surrounding the field, out of the corner of my eye, because I knew I was dreaming. I tried to warn him that he really didn’t want to start a fight with us. He wasn’t buying it and was his cool, calm, collected self, dismissing my words as psychotic banter, of course. I looked back behind me and saw Todd standing in the field, waiting. When I looked back at Detective Freeman, I gave him a smile and suddenly began levitating backward, instead of walking backward, with my arms rising out to the sides. I said something like “Suit yourself,” and his face twisted in subtle surprise.

Hovering backward, passing Todd, I glanced over to him and said something like “You ready, man?” He said “Yup,” and suddenly levitated into the air, as well. Jesus, did we ever show off. We started flying around this huge field, watching the SWAT stand by and stare at us in awe. Neighbors started coming out onto their decks and balconies and we could hear them gasping and shouting. Pretty soon, we had the attention of everyone in the neighborhood. I hovered past one balcony and actually saw my ex and her husband (which isn’t that strange because they are, more or less, the only people I know that live in an apartment complex, at the moment) and they were actually cheering us on.
Now in mid-air, I held up one finger and focused, slinging my hand out as a bright orange streak shot out of my finger and exploded, down on the ground, though I wasn’t aiming for anything. Taking the cue, Todd began doing the same thing, and we started firing energy blasts in all directions. My purpose, really, was to see if I could get all the DC cops to run away screaming, and hadn’t really planned on slaughtering them. Some ran, others didn’t. I did end up shooting one guy in the chest and he just exploded. The rest of the SWAT guys standing close to him only stood there like statues, though. I moved on to their cars and started blowing them up, one by one.
Pretty soon, I’d begun thinking less and less of the cops surrounding us, and was just caught up in how much fun I was having, using these powers. I wanted to try something else. Something Big.
I looked up at the sky and was reminded of the Hammer of God (a huge satellite laser, from the game Gears of War, which I played for the first time, this weekend). I held my hands up to the sky, focusing hard on how to make this work. Visualizing this beam of light, I saw the clouds above begin to swirl, funneling just a moment before spreading slowly outward from the center of rotation. It had been near sundown and the sky was already growing dark so it was so much easier to see the bright white ball of light growing in the heavens. As soon as I figured it was well-enough developed, I swung my hands down toward the earth, as if I was pulling the light down from the sky with my fingers. A bright red-orange beam exploded down out of the sky, a few miles behind the apartment complex. I heard it hit the ground, in the distance, and saw the top end of a massive explosion budding up, over the tops of the apartment building in front of me.
I remember trying this at least twice, before waking up into a false awakening.

In the FA, Todd and I were telling Joe about the shared dream we just had, how we were both lucid and about everything we did. The day went on from there and then somehow, I don’t really remember how, but things began happening all over again and the FA melted back into the same scenario as the previous dream, all the way up until being back in the apartment complex and ready to face the cops again.

Good shit.

Originally Posted by Oneironaut

As we were heading out of the apartment, I was talking to Todd, coaching him on how he was just a DC and we both had “lucid abilities,” in hope that he was going to be able to do all the things I could do, as it would make what was about to happen all the more interesting. He got the picture and we both started walking downstairs. He was walking in front of me and kept going, even after I stopped, halfway down the last set of stairs. I glanced over to one side and saw Morgan Freeman standing in the hallway, dressed like his detective character in Se7en and facing away from me (while I was still slightly faced away from him) as if we were two arch-enemies in some gritty anime thriller that were having their last civil conversation, before completely obliterating each other. I can’t remember exactly what he was saying, though.
Finally, I came down the rest of the stairway and turned to face him. He, himself, was walking toward me. I started walking backward in the hallway, while we were still talking, backing myself out toward the field that was in front of the complex. As I was doing this, I was telling him that I wasn’t worried about him or the rest of the SWAT team, that I could see surrounding the field, out of the corner of my eye, because I knew I was dreaming. I tried to warn him that he really didn’t want to start a fight with us. He wasn’t buying it and was his cool, calm, collected self, dismissing my words as psychotic banter, of course. I looked back behind me and saw Todd standing in the field, waiting. When I looked back at Detective Freeman, I gave him a smile and suddenly began levitating backward, instead of walking backward, with my arms rising out to the sides. I said something like “Suit yourself,” and his face twisted in subtle surprise.

Hovering backward, passing Todd, I glanced over to him and said something like “You ready, man?” He said “Yup,” and suddenly levitated into the air, as well. Jesus, did we ever show off. We started flying around this huge field, watching the SWAT stand by and stare at us in awe. Neighbors started coming out onto their decks and balconies and we could hear them gasping and shouting. Pretty soon, we had the attention of everyone in the neighborhood. I hovered past one balcony and actually saw my ex and her husband (which isn’t that strange because they are, more or less, the only people I know that live in an apartment complex, at the moment) and they were actually cheering us on.
Now in mid-air, I held up one finger and focused, slinging my hand out as a bright orange streak shot out of my finger and exploded, down on the ground, though I wasn’t aiming for anything. Taking the cue, Todd began doing the same thing, and we started firing energy blasts in all directions. My purpose, really, was to see if I could get all the DC cops to run away screaming, and hadn’t really planned on slaughtering them. Some ran, others didn’t. I did end up shooting one guy in the chest and he just exploded. The rest of the SWAT guys standing close to him only stood there like statues, though. I moved on to their cars and started blowing them up, one by one.
Pretty soon, I’d begun thinking less and less of the cops surrounding us, and was just caught up in how much fun I was having, using these powers. I wanted to try something else. Something Big.
I looked up at the sky and was reminded of the Hammer of God (a huge satellite laser, from the game Gears of War, which I played for the first time, this weekend). I held my hands up to the sky, focusing hard on how to make this work. Visualizing this beam of light, I saw the clouds above begin to swirl, funneling just a moment before spreading slowly outward from the center of rotation. It had been near sundown and the sky was already growing dark so it was so much easier to see the bright white ball of light growing in the heavens. As soon as I figured it was well-enough developed, I swung my hands down toward the earth, as if I was pulling the light down from the sky with my fingers. A bright red-orange beam exploded down out of the sky, a few miles behind the apartment complex. I heard it hit the ground, in the distance, and saw the top end of a massive explosion budding up, over the tops of the apartment building in front of me.
I remember trying this at least twice, before waking up into a false awakening.[/color]

In the FA, Todd and I were telling Joe about the shared dream we just had, how we were both lucid and about everything we did. The day went on from there and then somehow, I don’t really remember how, but things began happening all over again and the FA melted back into the same scenario as the previous dream, all the way up until being back in the apartment complex and ready to face the cops again.

Good shit.
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Shit man thats crazy! As soon as I can get WILD up and running Im going to try shit like this, and btw Morgan Freeman is fucking awsome

Originally Posted by Pastro

...and btw Morgan Freeman is fucking awsome
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Hell yeah he is.

Good luck with WILD, too. I haven't had too much experience with it, but just trying it is usually amazing. Keep me updated with your progress!