Oneironaut's Matrix

**Oneironaut Zero** · 03-26-2007 11:51 PM

03/26/2007
"Nail-Biter / First Freddy Encounter"
OH MY F'CKIN GAWD.
Ok, first, let me just say, here and now, that I officially submit (this time) to Freddy Krueger.

I've kicked the shit out of Jason Voorhees, a number of times in LD's, but always wondered what it would be like to face Freddy in the dream world. I've had one other dream with Freddy in it (that I can remember), but all he did in that one was glare at me, sitting lazily in a chair as I passed by him. After the dream I'd just had a few minutes ago, though, I hope I never run into him again (unless I'm fully lucid, and mentally prepared for it, at least).

So I was feeling kinda sick, today. I came home from work early, and decided to take a nap, wondering if I could induce a lucid, seeing as how I never take naps.....
(Edit: Come to think of it, one of the last things I read before going to sleep was Kamikaze's comment in oneironut's journal about how cool and exciting his dark dreams were....I guess I couldn't shake that concept before dozing off.)

There were quite a few elements tied into this dream, but I only remember a few of them. It started off at my aunt's old house. My mom and most of my other relatives were talking about us all going somewhere. I'd gone in a back room to change. When I came out, I'd been left behind with my little cousin, (though an unfamiliar one) apparently duped into baby-sitting her. I remember another time, later, when I'd gone back in the same room and the door had disappeared, behind me. Nothing was there except a dresser. It took me a minute to figure out but, once I opened one of the dresser cabinets and moved a shitload of clothes out of the way, there was no back to the dresser, and I could crawl through the small opening, and out into the rest of the house. When I got back out to the living room, it turned out that a couple of my relatives were still there (including, strangely, CBIII, from work, who I'm not related to). Mom and my aunt were still out, though.

There is also another fragment, at a different time of night, where I was outside my aunt's other old house, and my uncle L drove by. It was night time and no one really noticed it was him, but me. He seemed to try to draw me to the car but, when other family members saw him and started trying to get his attention, him and his girl (who was driving) suddenly took off. That, alone, was weird, but it gets worse.

Now, the scenery, toward the end of the dream, changed drastically. I still think it's the same dream, though, because many of the same people (along with some new ones) were in it. Mom and my aunt were still out on some errand/"mission" though.

So, now I'm on this farm. There is a huge barn, on top of which some of my cousins and I were jumping around, playing games and acting like children. There was also a large swingset that was just a couple of yards away from the barn. Aside from that, there seems to be nothing around, for miles. While running around on this wide, unthreatening rooftop, I feel some strange force grab me, without warning, and fling me over the edge of the building. While falling, I could see that I was dropping straight toward an approx 3 ft high pile of old wooden beams and fence-posts. Falling from a roof that was a good 3 stories tall, I knew this was going to be bad.
I crashed down into the beams and boards, face first. My entire body was racked with a dull (yet potent) and throbbing pain. Slowly I picked myself up into push-up position, and could see that my blood was splattered all over the yellow wood. The second that I realized the blood was gushing from my mouth, which felt like I'd stuffed my cheeks with a box of rocks, I heard a loud noise behind me, and turned my head.
For no reason at all, the entire wall of the barn, closest to me, suddenly dettached itself from the rest of the building and started tilting over. The only thing I had time to do was curl up into fetal position before the entire wall slammed down on top of me and shattered, crushing me beneath it. I felt like I blacked out for a moment but, next thing I knew, I was climbing out of the rubble while being pulled by friends and family that had been standing around during the incident. Some of my cousins were being helped too, having fallen when the wall (and apparently the roof) caved in. As I got up, I felt exactly like..well...like I'd been crushed by a big fucking wall, actually.

Anyway, every bone in my body hurt. I had to stagger, just to stay on my feet, and wasn't doing a very good job at that. By the time I stopped wandering, I was over by the swingset, where some of the others were. My hand was covering my mouth, which was still gushing blood, and it wasn't until then that I found out why.
I had a mouthful of old, twisted nails.
Not only did I have a mouthful of nails, but they were stabbed into my gums, my lips; every one of them twisted at multiple angles so that none of them would have any chance of coming straight out. Still in a state of shock after the "accident," I began twisting these fuckers out of my gums. IT WAS THE MOST HORRIBLE FEELING EVER, let me just say. I could feel them sliding through my gums, grinding against my teeth. I could feel every corner of twisted metal as I had to turn them in different directions to get them to come all the way out. There was no real sharp pain, but the dull pain (which is all I usually feel in dreams) was fucking torture. Every single nail was agony - so much so that I had to practically stop and rest after pulling each one out, and there seemed to be no end to how many of them were in there. (ten at the very least) There was a time where there were two left; pointed downward from my top jaw; positioned like canine teeth. I actually thought about leaving them in there like that, because I didn't want to go through yanking them out. I knew I had to just suck it up and get it over with, though.
Some of the people around were trying to console me, while I was doing this and, at one point, I came along this really loooong nail. I mean REALLY long. The more I pulled it, the more I realized that it wasn't lodged in my gums. I could feel it gagging me as it came up my throat; 4 ft (easily) of thin metal, covered in blood. Suddenly, it got caught on something, and I couldn't pull anymore. I was trying to think of what to do about this when the guy standing next to me goes "Here, let me help you," and grabs onto the nail. I caught a quick mental flash of the direction the nail was facing. The head was still inside of me, which meant---
I screamed "No wait!" and the guy yanks this fucking thing out of my mouth, ripping a huge chunk of bloody tissue from inside of me, hanging onto the head of the nail like meat from a fishook. I practically collapsed from that feeling.
I looked at this ridiculously long nail, thinking to myself "What in the HELL is THAT?!" I sat down on one of the swings, next to a little girl that was in our group, trying to pull myself together.
Without warning, the sky suddenly turned gray. The winds started picking up. Before anyone could figure out what was happening, the chains on the swing of the little girl next to me start slithering around her, like snakes. She starts to scream and the chains coil around her limbs, her neck, her torso. They start raveling her up higher and higher in the swing, slowly constricting her. Crushing her. I jump out of my swing as fast as I can, wide-eyed, staring at the horror beside me. Then, I hear that familiar voice coming from everywhere at once - Freddy, his body nowhere to be seen. He'd begun singing "Rock-a-bye Baby" all slowly, as the dying little girl's swing starts rocking gently back and forth. Just when I was about to haul ass, I suddenly felt myself swinging, even though my swing was sitting still, next to me. It was as if a giant, invisible hand had picked me up, in a seated position, and was swinging me back and forth, in place of the swing-set itself.
I screamed out something like "Holy Shit, it's Freddy! I'm having a nightmare!!" and I could hear a few of the people around me screaming recognition of his voice and name as they scattered. I threw myself forward as hard as I could and "fell off" of the invisible hand and onto the ground, picking myself up and hauling-ass to jump over the small chain-link fence that everyone else was climbing over. As soon as I vaulted over it, I'd realized I'd had enough. After everything that happened, I decided to throw in the towel. I was still in a panic and wanted no part of this. The last image I remember, before waking myself up, is a lone figure, standing out in the middle of the surrounding field. I can't specifically remember if it was Freddy or not but, by the way he/she was just standing there, watching, it would only make sense.

...I woke up feeling like I'd just been hit by a truck.

Looks like it's:
Freddy - 1
Oneironaut - O
(and damnit..after all that, I can live with that, for a while. :sweat2: )

**Twoshadows** · 03-27-2007 12:23 AM

Oh my Gosh, that was a horrible dream!

I usually envy your dreams, but not that one. I was suffering myself just reading that.

Do you think that it was because you were feeling sick to begin with? I have unpleasant dreams when I am sick.

As soon as I touched the box, this flood of bugs came streaming out of it, toward me[/b]

Back to the first dream....that sounds very interesting. I like the way you were able to watch them and control them. I wish I had had that control when I dreamed about killer wasps last night.

**Oneironaut Zero** · 03-27-2007 12:40 AM

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Oh my Gosh, that was a horrible dream!

I usually envy your dreams, but not that one. I was suffering myself just reading that.
Do you think that it was because you were feeling sick to begin with? I have unpleasant dreams when I am sick.[/b]

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Usually I have messed up dreams when I'm sick with something like the flu, or something else that messes with my head. I'm hoping I'm not really coming down with something, and this was just a fluke, though, cause all I really had was an upset stomach and a bit of nausea. It definitely could have influenced the dream, though.
And hell yeah it was horrible. I'm still catching myself, every now and then, feeling my mouth and thinking about those G'damn nails.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Back to the first dream....that sounds very interesting. I like the way you were able to watch them and control them. I wish I had had that control when I dreamed about killer wasps last night.[/b]

Yeah, now that one was kinda cool. I remember how, when I wasn't lucid and willed them to stop, I just kinda sat there and looked at them like "...wtf? ...They stopped." lol
Gonna go check out your wasp dream, now.

**Kamikaze** · 03-27-2007 12:49 AM

"Nail-Biter / First Freddy Encounter"[/b]

Hey Oneironaut, sorry my comment gave you one painful experience

. Man, you must have took the comment to heart though because that was one twisted dream! I hope I don't experience nails in my mouth, falling three stories into a pile of boards, AND having a wall fall on me in any of my dreams though.

**Oneironaut Zero** · 03-27-2007 01:18 AM

Originally Posted by Kamikaze

Hey Oneironaut, sorry my comment gave you one painful experience

. Man, you must have took the comment to heart though because that was one twisted dream! I hope I don't experience nails in my mouth, falling three stories into a pile of boards, AND having a wall fall on me in any of my dreams though.[/b]

Lmfao. I know, right? Talk about "overkill" lol. That dream was completely uncalled for.
And it's all good - Your comment was to oneironut, though (just wanna make sure you realized, because you called him Oneironaut. We're confusing like that.

) so I guess my brain got into a state of "Dark Dreams = Cool" and decided to hit me with everything it had. Lol.

**Pastro** · 03-27-2007 04:53 AM

Pfft wimp, nah jk man. If you ever decide to go after him in a lucid you can bring me along, I think I have a pic in the picture forum you can use as reference for me. I can hold him down and then you can force nails into him if you'd like

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**Oneironaut Zero** · 03-27-2007 03:32 PM

See, that’s the thing about Freddy:
You can’t really expect to kung-fu his ass to death. Fighting Freddy is like fighting the daddy of all lucid dreamers. He can do anything and everything, effortlessly. Anybody that meets Freddy in their dreams, and defeats him with hand-to-hand/glove combat, is fighting the amateur version. Haha. The “real” Freddy is more psychological, than anything else. You shove a box of nails in his mouth and he’ll just swallow them, then manifest them inside your skull and make them stab out through your eyeballs. Lol.
But hey, if I ever decide to go after him (or if he ever shows up again, I’m lucid, and I can remember to) I’ll see if I can incubate you into the dream too. Never know when I’ll need some bait – I mean help!

j/k

03/27/2007
(Fragments)
-In some huge cave with a bottomless pit, climbing the walls with a grappling gun like the one Batman uses. There was a huge reptile or something that was in the cave, too, and trying to get at me. Every now and then, I’d fall and have to launch another line to catch myself with the grappling, before falling too far down in the pit.

-Went to visit Jesse and he was living in some tall lighthouse at the end of a narrow peninsula. It was pretty cool, actually, filled with old fishermen’s relics and everything. I remember standing outside on the edge of the land and watching the waves crash up on the shore.

-I was outside, at some sort of park or something, and there was an enclosed area, like a racquetball court. I’d been with at least one friend of mine and something happened that made me realize I was dreaming. I think it was just a suspicion that came out of nowhere. It was pretty convinced that I was dreaming, but since there was nothing out of the ordinary going on, I decided to check.
I held up my hand and tried to levitate the person in front of me with my mind. He wouldn’t budge. I kept trying and couldn’t get him to move at all. (I should start getting myself in the habit of doing more reliable RC’s, but I don’t usually have this much of a problem with telekinesis.) Anyway, when this reality check failed, I began to lose what little lucidity I had. I tried to backtrack my thoughts. Somehow, in doing this, I’d remembered waking up, that morning. (which makes me wonder if some of these dreams we only remember fragments of actually begin with waking up in the morning). So, this was enough to convince me that I wasn’t dreaming, and I put my arm down, figuring that I’d been standing here, in the real world, with my arm out, trying to move some guy with my mind. Needless to say, I felt kinda stupid.
The dream went on, but I can’t remember anything else.

**Man of Shred** · 03-27-2007 03:54 PM

Dayum! Freddy dreams. never thought of that!, I got some movies to rent. Maybe I'll join in on this.

Congrats on the semi lucid BTW. i hate it when you can't really figure out wether it's a dream or not.

**Oneironaut Zero** · 03-27-2007 04:41 PM

Yeah...I could have done without that Freddy dream, actually. Lol. I'll be ready next time!!

(...maybe.

)

And thanks. I hate that, too. I'm still surprised at how realistic the feeling of "Damn, nevermind, I remember waking up this morning" was. I was 100% convinced that I wasn't dreaming, after that. I still wonder if I actually dreamt of waking up, and forgot it, or if that was just a random thought that popped into my head.

**Twoshadows** · 03-27-2007 05:09 PM

So, this was enough to convince me that I wasn’t dreaming, and I put my arm down, figuring that I’d been standing here, in the real world, with my arm out, trying to move some guy with my mind. Needless to say, I felt kinda stupid.[/b]

That's funny.

I have actually started doing more reality checks during the day, just to get it in my head more and to increase the chances of questioning my state in my dreams. I always try to make sure I don't so anything that would be noticebly "odd". Because actually I can just see myself doing something like what you did. ("Sorry, just trying to levetate you. Thought this was a dream. My bad.)

**oneironut** · 03-28-2007 12:20 AM

03/26/2007
"Nail-Biter / First Freddy Encounter"[/b]

Cripes, that was gruesome. The nail part was a tough read; I'm particularly squeamish about things happening to teeth and eyes. I'm not surprised you were hurting during and after the dream; your muscles must've been tensed up like crazy from the stress.

You shove a box of nails in his mouth and he’ll just swallow them, then manifest them inside your skull and make them stab out through your eyeballs. Lol.[/b]

What'd I just tell you about teeth and eyes??!! Arrrrgh! Thanks a bunch in advance for the nightmares, you're a pal.

And it's all good - Your comment was to oneironut, though (just wanna make sure you realized, because you called him Oneironaut. We're confusing like that. icon_wink.gif)[/b]

Lol, the tradition continues.

**Oneironaut Zero** · 03-28-2007 03:41 AM

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

That's funny.

I have actually started doing more reality checks during the day, just to get it in my head more and to increase the chances of questioning my state in my dreams. I always try to make sure I don't so anything that would be noticebly "odd". Because actually I can just see myself doing something like what you did. ("Sorry, just trying to levetate you. Thought this was a dream. My bad.)[/b]

LOL. Yeah, and the guy had his back turned to me. Imagine turning around and seeing somebody staring at you, with their palm facing you, and this look of concentration on their face like they were trying to push a bowling ball through a hole the size of a lemon. LMAO.

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

What'd I just tell you about teeth and eyes??!! Arrrrgh! Thanks a bunch in advance for the nightmares, you're a pal.

[/b]

Haha. Well, you know what they say: Misery loves company!

Originally Posted by Twoshadows

Lol, the tradition continues.[/b]

Lol.

**Vex Kitten** · 03-28-2007 04:40 AM

Wow. That Freddy dream was damned creepy.

If anyone can take him down though it'll be you.

Maybe it's just me being my overly paranoid self, but don't you think it's odd we both got attacked yesterday and couldn't do anything about it?

LOLed at the levitation attempt in the latest lucid. Ever find yourself doing something like that in waking life?

**Pastro** · 03-28-2007 05:11 AM

It seems in alot of your lds you end up fighting with strong opponents, how do you manage not going all immortal on their asses? Im not criticising you, granted I have not had any action lds yet I am fairly sure that I will end up doing some really unfair shit. Anyway I could make it so my fights are more evenly balanced?

**Oneironaut Zero** · 03-28-2007 05:49 PM

Originally Posted by Vex

Wow. That Freddy dream was damned creepy.

If anyone can take him down though it'll be you.

Maybe it's just me being my overly paranoid self, but don't you think it's odd we both got attacked yesterday and couldn't do anything about it?

LOLed at the levitation attempt in the latest lucid. Ever find yourself doing something like that in waking life?[/b]

I didn’t really notice that we both got attacked, helplessly, until you just mentioned it. That is kinda strange. Surely coincidental, but still strange.

And nah, thankfully, I’ve never done something like that in waking life. I’m usually pretty damned sure I’m dreaming, before I try something that…visible. Haha. Every now and then, in waking life, I’ll try to move something small, without waving my hand or anything, but only when I know (or think I know) I’m dreaming, would I try something that I have to “physically” strain and concentrate on.

Originally Posted by Vex

It seems in alot of your lds you end up fighting with strong opponents, how do you manage not going all immortal on their asses? Im not criticising you, granted I have not had any action lds yet I am fairly sure that I will end up doing some really unfair shit. Anyway I could make it so my fights are more evenly balanced?[/b]

Hmmm. Good question(s).
Really, it’s just a part of my waking life philosophy that seeps into my LDs. That is – I like a challenge. I’d rather overcome tough opponents (or lose, putting up a worthy fight) than just breeze through opponents in an unimpressive manner that I can’t really be proud of, if that makes any sense. Now, granted, it would be a different story in a waking world fight, where I’d be trying to win however I can, taking as little damage as I can, but when it comes to things like videogames, contests, and lucid dreams, I’d (most of the time) rather feel like I worked for my victory.
I believe that so strongly that, I guess, it comes down to a mixture of my mind creating really tough opponents and me just refusing to wave my magic hand and make them spontaneously combust. Lol.
That is unless I’m really pissed off at the opponent, by the time I get lucid…then I’m pretty much unstoppable.

03/28/2007
(Fragment)
Went to sleep watching/listening to 300 and all I remember is hearing in my dream:

Leonidas: “SPARTANS!!! WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION??!!”
Spartans in unison: “AAAAAAAHHHHROOOOOO!!”

**Twoshadows** · 03-28-2007 06:19 PM

You were in another dream of mine last night.

Ps.....Conundrum......shhhhhh.....

**Oneironaut Zero** · 04-03-2007 12:03 PM

Ugh...Bad combination of having been really busy lately, and having horrible recall. Been neglecting my journal.
Here are a few notes on the latest dreams. I'll have to expand on them later. =\

(notes)
03/31/2007
Messy desk. Girls. School.
Parking lot. Shit talking guy. in my car. Lucid. Levitate.
Drinking in parking lot. People stripping. Guy getting head.

04/01/2007
Freddy vs. Jason II

04/03/2007
(previous) Snake task

**Oneironaut Zero** · 04-04-2007 03:07 PM

04/04/2007
Nada. I remember dreaming last night, but I'm still in a period of horrible recall. It's, more or less, self-inflicted, though, so it should be coming to an end soon.

**Pastro** · 04-05-2007 06:39 AM

Freddy!? Do tell.

**Oneironaut Zero** · 04-05-2007 04:30 PM

Ok. Heh. I gotta get caught up, anyway.

03/31/2007
"Tailgating at Stetson"
- I was a Stetson student and there was a party going on. Some hot girls had asked me to show them something on my computer and I was having a hard time finding whatever it was we were looking for. I was also feeling self-conscious because my desk was a complete mess.

- The party had spilled out into the parking lot and we were all outside just being rowdy as hell. I walked over to my car and there was some guy getting out of it, as I approached. In my mind, I was like â€œwhat the fuck is that guy doing getting out of my car??â€ but, even though he had his face slightly turned, I recognized him as my friend Aaron. Without seeing his face, I said â€œSo when did you get out?â€ (of jail) and the guy said something like â€œA few weeks ago.â€ Then, when he turned around, I saw that it wasnâ€™t Aaron.
I then started grilling him for being in my car, asking just what the hell he was doing. I figured heâ€™d been trying to steal something and had a feeling we were about to get into a fight. Senses heightened, I realized I was dreaming. I shrugged off the guy and told him something like â€œOh, this is just a dream. Youâ€™re not even worth wasting my time.â€ He was confused about the concept of this being a dream, and tried to deny it. I then said something like â€œWell, if this wasnâ€™t a dream, I wouldnâ€™t be able to do this,â€ and I began levitating off of the ground, a few inches, before setting myself back down.
He was like â€œOh pssh. I can do that to.â€ He then started levitating off of the ground, the same way I did, and said something like â€œSee? Youâ€™re not so special.â€ Slightly irritated, I then forced him back to the ground, mentally. He kept trying to levitate himself again, but I kept him â€œtelekineticallyâ€ glued to the floor.

- Sometime around here, Iâ€™d forgotten I was dreaming. We were all still partying in the parking lot and we started passing the liquor around. My group was standing around our cars, taking shots, and getting pretty hammered. Everyone in the parking lot was rowdy, and out of nowhere, large portions of the crowd just started stripping. Needless to say, I found this strange, and I started walking across the parking lot, watching everyone with a real

look on my face. The last thing I remember is some girl going down on a guy, on the concrete, while a bunch of people stood over them, watching.

04/01/2007
â€Freddy vs. Jason IIâ€
DAMNIT I wish I could remember more of this one. It was a non-lucid in which I was facing off against both Jason and Freddy (Freddy vs. Jason, the movie, had come on last night). All I really remember is that this took place in an apartment complex. At the end of the dream, I had just come out of a â€œdream-within-a-dreamâ€ situation, where Iâ€™d beaten Freddy (though I donâ€™t remember how) and my having beaten him, somehow, weakened Jason to where he was no longer immortal. I came out of the dream, leaving one of the apartments and ran into Jason, in the hallway. There was a short fight and I ended up dismembering him with his own machete. They were both defeated just as the sun was coming up, which had something to do with the whole story of the dream, but I canâ€™t really remember the significance. Something like the standard â€œgotta do this before sunrise or the opportunity is lost forever!! Dun dun dun!!â€ sorta thing.
Damn crappy, fragmented recall.

04/03/2007
I had gotten lucid sometime during the night, and the first thing that came to my mind was the snake task from March. I didnâ€™t really even care that the month was over. Now that I think about it, though, I did forget about there having supposed to have been an island that we drove the snakes out of. Instead, I just went around, outside, grabbing these snakes with my hands and flinging them as far away from me, in the air, as I could. I do remember that these snakes were nothing like normal snakes. They were something out of a weird, sci-fi movie. They looked more like alien larvae than snakes, really. They had no â€œfacesâ€ and their bodies seemed to be made out of coils of organic tubing, rather than a single, ropelike structure. Weird.

04/05/07
Dream (Fragment) One:
"Fragments of War"
I was with some kind of task force, in an industrial city. There was another group chasing us, but I don't remember whether or not they were human. I know they had us outmatched (-mainly by numbers, I think, but they might have had better firepower, too) so we spent most of the dream on the defensive. It felt very "Gears of War"-ish. I don't remember the details, though.

Dream (Fragment) Two:
Again, I don't remember much of this one, but it had something to do with a hotel full of a bunch of my friends and family. There was a killer on the loose and he was just killing everyone he could get his hands on, but seemed to be more interested in killing children, than anything else. We were all trapped in this huge hotel, running from room to room and finding dead bodies all over the place. My cousin (if I remember correctly) and I stayed with a large group of kids, and would be relaying messages, via my other family members, to the other groups of people scattered about this darkened building.
I specifically remember one part where we were safe, for a moment, and I was keeping the kids entertained by having them sit down in a group and watch something on tv. My mom then came busting in and said the killer was gradually making his way in our direction. We all had to break out and relocate.

04/06/07 (notes)
Bad boys. Joke on Mike. Marcus hid in piano with chick. Lights out. Mike drew gun. Snooping through house, I was behind bar. Flipped his wallet by me. Threw it back. Jumped on me with gun. Said I wasn't going to beg. Let me up. Saw Marcus like cartoon. Went to bathroom. Lucid. Mirror. Eyes. Went through. Black void. House on beach. Robe.
Riding dirtbike behind Canterbury

**Oneironaut Zero** · 04-07-2007 12:02 AM

04/06/07
Dream One:
"What'cha gonna do?"

So, apparently, I was a friend of the Bad Boys character, Marcus Burnett (Martin Lawrence). Him, some chick (that I think was Tea Leoni’s character) and I were at his partner Mike’s (Will Smith) house, waiting for him. This house was actually a blend of my present house and a house I’ve never seen before.

Sometime during our wait, Marcus got the “brilliant” idea to turn out all the lights and scare Mike, when he came home. I hid behind the bar and Marcus and the girl hid inside the piano.

After a few minutes, we heard Mike come through the front door. He started trying the lights and none of them were working, so he started stalking into the house with his gun drawn, looking for any signs of an intruder. I was unarmed and could tell that he had his gun out, so I didn’t exactly want to just stand up and go “RAAH!!”

Anyway, I could see him slowly walk passed the bar. If he were to simply turn to the left, he’d see me, or just my figure in the dark. Even without looking at me, though, he knew I was there. He reached for his wallet, casually at first, and then made a, jokingly, all-too-animated "fumble" with the wallet, dropping it onto the ground, right beside me, saying "whooops!" out loud, sarcastically.

Using this as an excuse to look in my direction, he began to turn toward me. I reached out, silently, picked up his wallet and threw it across the room. Since he still wasn't really looking at me, I figured I could use the sound to trick him into thinking there was another threat in the room. As soon as he turned his head, I began to run, but he instantly turned back around and jumped on me, pinning me to the ground, on my back, and putting the gun to my forehead. I'm like "WHOA!! Hold up, Mike! It was a joke! Hell, it was Marcus's idea. He's in the piano!" (or something to that affect) and trying to reason with him, but he wasn't listening to me. I could tell he wanted to pull the trigger, and the more I tried to convince him it was a joke and we were just trying to scare him, the harder I could feel him putting the pistol up against my head.

Now, I've had guns in my face before, in waking life, and this was just as intense. I could practically visualize him pulling the trigger (and I'm actually surprised that just my anxiety of that thought didn't cause it to happen, in the dream). Every time his finger got tighter on the trigger, I could actually feel it, all through my body. I kept trying to convince him, and he kept getting more agitated. I was even trying to call out to Marcus to say something - anything - but neither of them were saying a word, from the piano. Finally, I stopped short of pleading to him, and I remember telling him, specifically, that I wasn't going to beg him for my life - that if he chose to shoot me, then he should go ahead and do it, because I wasn't about to plead and cry at his feet, for him not to shoot me, over his own ignorance. Something about that got to him and he eased up and turned on the kitchen light. (Funny, that the lights were, now, automatically, working.) Keeping the gun aimed at me, he went to the piano. Suddenly, a front panel in the piano opened up and, inside, was Marcus banging this girl that he was hiding with (

), but their images were distorted. They looked, almost, animated; their limbs and bodies slightly elasticized, something like a live-action Dali painting. Dunno if that makes any sense.

Anyway, Marcus and this girl kept on getting busy and Mike, seeing that I was right, starts laughing at what's going on. The two guys shared some funny exchange of dialogue, like they would in the movie, and we all started laughing. In the middle of all the laughter, I got up and walked to the bathroom, relieved that the whole thing was over. For some unknown reason, while I was taking a piss (after, ironically, all of that shit just happened), I realized I was dreaming. I turned to the side and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I remember my eyes getting all distorted, and one side of my face seeming to slide, slowly, lower than the other as I moved forward, toward my mirror image. I didn't really have anything planned, for the next time I got lucid, so I just wondered where stepping through the mirror would take me. I put my hand out and, at first, the mirror didn't want to give. I pushed a little more and took some of my focus away from the mirror, and my hand passed right through it. I then leaned forward and fell through the mirror, like a window of water. From here, I got stuck in a dark void. It looked like tv static, with the brightness turned almost all the way down.

Dream (Fragment) Two:
Next thing I remember, I was outside of a house on the beach, BBQing, with a bunch of friends. The house reminds me of D Grilla's house. All I remember is being in my robe (and nothing else) and running around and being an idiot.

Dream (Fragment) Three:
Riding my dirtbike out behind Canterbury, on the other side of the hill. Remember doing a bunch of burnouts and that there was a kid back there with a small bike of his own.

**Oneironaut Zero** · 04-07-2007 02:57 PM

04/07/2007
Fragment
- All I remember is mom buying her boyfriend and I a couple of foot-massaging tubs.

**Oneironaut Zero** · 04-10-2007 12:33 AM

04/09/2007
Took a dietary supplement before bed, last night, and had a pretty long night of lucids. Unfortunately, I was also dead tired, when I went to sleep, and slept like a rock. I woke up a few times during the night but never got up to record my dreams, so my recall is horrible.

Dream One:
"God of War' Monsters"(Incubation)
So, I borrowed God of War for the PS2, yesterday, from a friend of mine, since I never got the chance to beat it. While playing it, I decided to try setting in my mind the intention to have a God of War related dream. I was a little doubtful that it would work, so well, but I ended up having a GoW dream, as well as becoming lucid.

The first thing I remember is being in a long, dimly lit, hallway that was about as wide as half a football field and was so long that it stretched on into darkness for, what seemed like, ever. My mom was with me, and I'm pretty sure her boyfriend was, too. We were going, one way, down this hallway when a huge stampede of people started running our way, out of the dark, screaming. Their clothing was kind of obscure but they seemed like villagers of some sort, and were wore almost the same tone of dull-green. We all turn around and ran, in fear of being trampled by this mob. Leading the way, I told mom and Jim (her b/f) to cut around the next corner, as the hallway dropped off into a canyon, and hanging a left was the only way to not fall. As we turned the corner, we looked back for the crowd and, mindlessly, they all continued running, in hysteria, and plummeted, one after the other, over the edge. Completely shocked by this, I suddenly realized I was dreaming.

I was instantly curious as to what everyone was running from, so I walked back around the corner. Coming out of the dark, I could see three large figures, stalking right along next to each other. I immediately recognized them as beasts from God of War. I can't really remember what the other two were, but I know one of them was a Medusa. Anxious for a fight, I took the time out to stop and look at my hands and solidify the dream. My fingers were bent in all kinds of weird directions. I got side-tracked for a moment, while looking at my hands, trying to make visualize my fingers stretching and tying themselves in a knot. Couldn't make it happen, though. So, with every detail much more clear, I turned my attention back toward the three monsters and started running toward them.

One of the beasts threw a spinning wheel of a, glowing, energy weapon at me. Without even thinking twice, I put up my hands in front of me, to block it. The weapon slammed into my hands and started grinding against them, while continuing to spin. It sounded like a metal wheel scraping up against a metal barrier, and sparks were flying from the point of impact. It was pretty badass. I then threw my hands to the side and made the wheel go flying off to the side, and kept fighting. I don't remember much of the fight, except for that I was doing some of the crazy multi-directional dives/rolls/evades like Kratos does on the game. I also ended up with a weapon of some sort, but instead of the Blades of Chaos, that are two swords, attached to chains, I got some sort of flaming disc attached to a chain. Sort of like a blazing version of Rygar's Sheild.

I'm not sure if it was sometime during the fight or after, but I tried dream spinning, and ended up killing the dream.

Dream (Fragment) Two:
I remember walking through a smaller hallway; the kind you'd see in a hotel or apartment complex, and all the doors are open. There are different women inside each of the rooms, and I end up walking into one of them.

Dream (Fragment) Three:
Another lucid. I remember flying out over the beach, at night, but I don't recall anything before it. Once I got out away from the land and headed toward the watery horizon, I started getting a little nervous, because I was flying so close to the water. Knowing that I was dreaming, I was hoping that I wouldn't have any encounter with the various sea monsters that are usually in the waters of my dreams. Something about being so far out over the ocean, with no land in sight, was beginning to freak me out. I have never really head much success with speeding up, while already in flight, but I figured I should try it out. I threw all of my focus forward and visualized the world around me speeding past. Without much effort, I was, suddenly, flying faster than I think I ever have. I'm still amazed that I could feel water spraying up beneath me, when I took off. Even though I was in first person, I could tell that my mind was actually creating the full sense that I was flying so fast that, like a dragonball Z character or something, I was creating a wake in the water below and spraying it up behind me. Awesome feeling.
That's about all of this dream I remember, though.

Dream (Fragment) Four:
I actually remember a bunch of other random fragments, but don't know how they really tied into any other full dreams. A lot of more waking-life-ish stuff. There was also a long, lucid sequence where I was walking around and levitating things, to keep me lucid, instead of looking at my hands constantly. There was also a short, non-lucid, scene where I had a walrus as a pet.

**Kamikaze** · 04-10-2007 12:48 AM

Man, you had quite the night last night. The God of War dream seemspretty awesome, it's too bad you didn't remember more of the fight. You also had more lucids in one night than I have had since I started (Mar.07/07) lol. Anyways, I look forward to reading more of your dreams!

**Pastro** · 04-10-2007 02:25 AM

One of the beasts threw a spinning wheel of a, glowing, energy weapon at me. Without even thinking twice, I put up my hands in front of me, to block it. The weapon slammed into my hands and started grinding against them, while continuing to spin. It sounded like a metal wheel scraping up against a metal barrier, and sparks were flying from the point of impact. It was pretty badass. I then threw my hands to the side and made the wheel go flying off to the side, and kept fighting.

Shit man thats intense, do you think you ended up winning the fight?

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