02.14.2010 Glasses Computer (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I was walking about in this hotel when I spotted my old Biology teacher. I went up to say hello, for old time's sake, when I noticed she was fiddling with her glasses. I soon realized that she was using a sophisticated computer built right into the glasses. A wire ran down one of the sides into a power pack on her hip. She was grappling with the internet; I found out that she was using a stripped-down, crappy copy of Internet Explorer, which she had apparently copied from the computer at the Bulldog, a local pub. I opened up her applications, demanding that she ditch that shovelware and trade up for a real browser. She was hesitant, but I told her I would patch her up with Chrome. She reluctantly agreed, and I logged on with her crapware. I'm not sure how the typing mechanism worked, but I somehow did a google search and found Chrome. To my amazement, the program was about 42 MB; a figure that nearly made my teacher faint. Keep in mind that this is experimental technology, designed to see if it works only; there wasn't a lot of space. I searched for an even more stripped down version...my first thought was to get a previous version of Chrome. I found one for half the memory, but it was still too large. My teacher, clearly fed up at this point, snatched back her glasses before I could find a mobile version. The dream ended shortly after. Within the dream, I do remember that my problem-solving functions kicked in, and I seemed to be actively trying to figure out a solution, instead of just going along for the ride. I shall take this as a good sign in my quest for lucidity.
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02.14.2010 Hide and Go Boom (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I don't know why, but I find dreams involving large amounts of danger to be extremely fun. The dream started with me bursting into a hotel lobby, my friend beside me, and a strong girl with a fiery temper about fifty yards behind. It was a large lobby that led into a long, straight hallway. I took a turn at the first left I found, hoping I had made the corner before the girl saw me. Sure enough, there was very little cover where I had ended up; it was a large, open card room that led to a large, open playroom, which led right back into the hallway. I wedged myself into a corner, hoping the girl did not follow me, and instead went after my friend. My heart skipped a beat as she walked by the turn...she was moving at a brisque walk now. It seemed she had caught my friend, and the two had teamed up. The last thing they wanted to do, however, was catch me. Instead, the two headed through these regal glass doors and down a staircase to the pool. I cursed my luck; the pool seemed like such fun. Oh well, it would just have to wait until they left. The dream ended about here.
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02.14.2010 Deery Follows Spam? (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Sort of a dream about DeeryTheDear. I have been working on a project in Sketchup, and I recently took a screenshot, which I posted in the World Record thread. Deery posted a comment saying that two of the pictures I posted must have been porn, as they didn't work. I scrolled up. One of the pictures was supposed to be the Excellent Frog, but it seemed the link was busted, and opening the spoiler didn't do anything at all. The second one was the screenshot; I got the "account inactive for 90 days" box. That was weird, considering I used Imageshack. LDS commented on there being a strict 5-minute rule, which baffled me. The dream ended when she said "hi" and I said "hi" back.
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02.14.2010 Secret Agent Woman (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Three similar dreams in one night? Spooky.
I was sort of watching this dream unfold, not from 3rd person, but more as a bystander. This bad man had stolen a very valuable, little black book. A small team of secret agents in black suits (not really secret, I guess) came running after him. He got cornered by the crowd and a parked van. He raised his hands, holding up the book. One of the agents saw her opportunity and sparta-kicked him to the ground. The book flew from his hands and landed on the ground, alongside a blackberry. This athletic, spry young man of about 6'6" came up and nabbed the blackberry and the book in one fell swoop, then sprinted off. The agent woman chased after him. Somehow, I got caught up in the mess, and ended up inside a hotel for the third time that night. I found a sort of dance studio with many mirrors to hide out in. The floor was just like that of a real dance studio; still hard, but with a bit of spring, and just the right amount of slipperiness. I sat down with my back to a mirror, though it didn't seem like the end of the room; there was an equal set of mirrors on the other side of the room that made it seem like the stage stretched on forever. The dream ended.
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