Thread: Maria's Epic Dream Journal of Awesomeness

08.27.2010

Collect the Puffballs (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in a classroom. It is evening, and I am one of only a few people there. The class has long been dismissed. Outside, there is a tall and very rare tree that is releasing spherical balls of delicate fluff. The balls are very rare, as they disintegrate within a day.

The fluff blows through the window and into the classroom, where the puffs hover in midair without any help. I start scooping them up. The first ones are all white, but soon colorful ones start entering the room. I grab a pink one, a green one, and a blue one. The balls compress easily and expand again to their original size (about that of a softball), but I soon find my hands full.

The scene skips to a car chase. I drive the car off a drawbridge and clear a huge canyon, landing safely on the other side. Then the car explodes. I die, so I reload and start again. I drive the car off the bridge, land in the same place, and immediately get out and run. The car explodes behind me as I dive for safety. The puffballs scatter.

I start racing around to collect them again. The car is still burning, and now the landscape is littered with smoldering shrapnel. The jagged rocks and large boulders don't expedite the fluff collection, either. The dream ends.

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08.27.2010

Fishing in Asia (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm standing on a dock with some mates I know from real life. We're all fishing in a pond that is supposed to be heavily stocked with fish. I cast out a line, and indeed do get a bite. The fish is the size of the head of a pin, and is just sort of sucking on the hook. I toss it back and try again, only to get another pinhead fish.

The other gents join in, and soon the water is covered with fishing lines. The available space is short. I do spot a butter zone between two lines and aim for it. My funky underhanded cast, though, flings the line far to the left. Oops. I try again and fail. the dream ends.

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08.27.2010

Exploring Singapore (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm walking through the streets of Singapore with my mother. It is very late, but the streetlights provide plenty of light.

We come across a boardwalk along the coast. Along the walk are crates with all sorts of interesting things piled on them. What catches my eye are all the different exotic fruits. The first one looks a lot like a red pineapple without a top, but shorter and fatter. I pick it up and take it with me.

As we progress, my mother keeps pointing out all the different fruits, which I pick up and carry. We finally find the one I've been looking for...it is an unusual, squash-like fruit with large sharp seeds that can catch in the throat. I pick it up and the dream ends.

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08.27.2010

Return of the Krakken (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


Our story begins with Captain Jack Sparrow. He's sailing through shallow waters around tropical islands, when out from the clear blue water comes a tangle of thick tentacles that bring the black pearl to a halt.
"You again?!" shouts Jack.
"Yeah, I know. You escaped me fair and square. It doesn't seem right." replies the krakken. "There isn't anything I can do, though. This is my job."
The krakken begins to crush the ship. Captain Jack gives the order to abandon ship. The dream ends.

09.02.2010

The First McNinja (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


Shot from a third-person disembodied perspective, this dream flows like a movie. We begin in Egypt, where Doctor McNinja's ancestor is searching for lost tombs of pharoes. The help of a gorilla has been corraled for the operation.

As he's supervising the work crew, he gets a message from one of the workers, saying the gorilla would like to have a word with him. He finds her alone in a tent.

"Judy, what's wrong?"

The gorilla, nervous as ever, starts sounding out words. It soon becomes clear that she wants to ask McNinja on a date. The dream ends.

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09.02.2010

Thieves and Frogs (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in India with my sister and Mike Hamar, from The Red Green Show. We need to get to an airport to meet my father, but there is one complication...I don't know how to drive the car.

I hop in anyway...it's a modern SUV, painted light blue. How masculine...My sister and Mike get in, and I lurch away from the curb.

The view shifts to a sort of modified third person. I'm remote controlling the car with me inside it from a helicopter. Gives "split personality" an entirely new meaning. The whole time, I'm trying not to crash the car as it swerves around corners and into oncoming traffic lanes at breakneck speeds.

The traffic thins out, and we dead-end at the airport. I snap back into my body and get out of the car. There is one short runway, on which a one person plane lands. While my sister and I debate if we're at the right airport, Mike comes back from the visitor center and informs us that the airport is infested with lactating frogs. We both start cracking up, and Mike gets kind of pissed, insisting this is a serious problem. We laugh harder, and he starts telling us about the 4,000 frogs full of frog milk that are wrecking the ecosystem. The dream ends.

09.10.2010

Repulse the Monkey (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


Xiaolin Showdown inspired dream.

I'm hanging out with the other warriors in training at the temple. We're doing basic martial arts practice, and also working with the Shen Gong Wu...mysical power-objects. I use the Eye of Dashi to shoot a huge bolt of lightning at a dummy, which obliterates it nicely.

Something doesn't feel right, though. The side I'm playing for...the side of good...just doesn't match me. I grab the Golden Tiger Claws and rend a hole in space that takes me to the lair of my ex-nemesis, Jack Spicer. We agree on an evil alliance, and the ghost-witch Wuya is pleased by my joining.

I use the tiger claws and raid the Shen Gong Wu vault, returning with a sack full of fun, including the Monsoon Sandals and Third Arm Sash. Jack compliments me on a job well done. The dream ends.

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09.10.2010

Super Aryan (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm driving through Nazi-occupied France, somewhere in the country. My crack squad of rebels and sharpshooters ride along in the old-style car, machine guns at the ready. There are six of us in total. We're headed straight for the boarder. Half an hour from the border, though, we encounter a truly frightening sight.

It is Hitler himself, powered up beyond all imagination. His hair is long, blonde, and spikey. He has gone Super Aryan. What's more, he's piloting a World War II Spitfire fighter plane. Fire erupts from the twin Vickie machine guns mounted on the front of the plane. The bullets kick up a ring of dust around the car as I slam to a stop. We all get out and take aim at Hitler.

The five with guns line up and return fire. I, without a gun, cheer from the sidelines, offering strategic advice from a different angle. Worried for my own safety as Hitler takes a low pass, I abandon my post and retreat for safety.

I spot an old barn and make a dash for it. Halfway to it, I hear a whining sound from the sky, and Hitler crash-lands right in front of me, skidding into a tree and exploding. We did it. We killed Hitler and saved France.

09.11.2010

Mike's School of Lockpicking (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Enjoyable, Funny

The dream is shot from the third person, and is very much like a commercial. It is very humerous, and the instructor, Mike Hamar, is trying to hint at the fact that his school has many illegal but useful applications without stating it. He promises "working" with many popular brands of locks, and gaining an intimate knowledge of their inner working.

lol the spy anime arrives!

09.17.2010

Ice Cream Sandwich Nap (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Enjoyable, Vivid

I'm sitting outside my grandmother's house. It's winter, and there are other people around. The plot is a bit too complex for me to understand, but I remember someone showing up and opening the garage door. She walked over to a freezer full of ice cream sandwiches and asked if anyone wanted one. Nobody raised their hand, so I did, and she lobbed a few to me. I then noticed a glass of milk in front of me. I unwrapped one of the sandwiches and ate it, savoring the creamy, chocolatey flavor.

The woman asked again if anyone wanted one. A few other hands went up, which were promptly rewarded with ice cream. I took a swig of milk and began to unwrap my second sandwich. The question was posed yet again. A dozen hands went up, including mine as I tried to hide the evidence of the other sandwiches. The dream ended as she turned to me.

09.21.2010

Vanilla Smoke (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm sitting alone in a large, dimly lit lounge area. The carpet is a dark red, and the walls are covered in wood paneling. The lights are nestled into the ceiling and provide a comfortable glow. I hold in my hand an unlit cigar that smells strongly of vanilla.

Throwing caution to the wind, I light up for the first time. Instead of inhaling the smoke into my lungs, I fill my mouth with it. The smoke is...unusual. It tastes sweet, with the distinct flavor of vanilla, but also a bit like the chips from a wood smoker. It has a cool, almost sort of mist-like texture to it. I exhale and repeat the procedure, simply tasting the smoke. I know that my mother is going to kill me for even going near a cigar, but really, I'm not noticing anything wrong. I take one final draw, and in doing so, finish the cigar. I blow a smoke ring as the dream ends.

09.23.2010

The Tree Catapult (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm standing in a hall of polished marble and tile. In the center, there is a large tree, about 30 feet tall. Beyond the tree is a high wall that separates me from an evil supervillain I must destroy. The wall does not go to the ceiling, and I formulate a plan. I shall use the tree as a catapult up and over the wall.

I'm soon joined by a small crew of beautiful women, who help me bend the tree back and engineer a makeshift basket of sorts. We stack bails of hay onto it, with a handle sticking out the middle to hold on to. The idea is that once the tree is released, I will fly through the air, the hay will break free, the handle will come loose on its own, and I will end up on the other side of the wall intact and with a handle that I can throw at the startled evildoer. Worth a shot.

I mount the catapult and give the signal to launch. Sure enough, I soar over the wall and land safely on the other side. The bad guy, reminiscent of Emperor Palpatine, is staring straight at me. I drop the handle, and he vanishes.

09.27.2010

Drunken Shenanigans (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm standing in a bookstore-like place inside a university building of some sort late at night. I've met up with some very attractive lady-friends, and we're standing around talking. The subject of my refusal to drink comes into conversation, and through much persuading, they convince me to pound down a few shots.

I suck down three or four hits of Captain Morgan's (which is quite tasty), and promptly proceed to lose my senses. I become a bit dizzy and collapse on the ground. The girls giggle and try to help me up as I keep insisting that I'm not drunk, just a bit tipsy. All in all, I'm fairly aware of my actions and what I'm doing, but my legs refuse to cooperate.

I stagger around with the girls some, checking out the empty building. It is truly massive in size.

10.03.2010

Runnin' from the Law (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm preparing to go on a vacation with my dad. We're thinking Cedar Point, and we're thinking of using a rocket to get there. Before we go anywhere, though, we need snacks.

We stop at an abandoned snack cart on the side of the highway. I pick up some meat on a stick, a bowl of rice, and a dozen packs of sugar. My dad settles for condiments. A few other people get out of their cars and likewise start looting the cart. We decide to beat a hasty retreat.

It is night now, and the rocket is getting ready to take off. We flash our boarding passes and get in. The rocket is a model designed for high-speed people travel, and instead of burning fuel, uses compressed gasses to hurl its occupants into low-earth orbit and back down again. The camera switches to third person, and somewhat cartoonishly, I watch the spaceship go up and come down in Cedar Point.

We crash-land in the middle of a weird convention. Some nasty pipsqueak is at a podium, delivering a speech on world domination, starting with my life. Staying in third person, I watch myself and my father rush onto the streets and hijack a car. I punch it and we take off down the street, a mob of evil henchmen behind us.

Our speeding catches the attention of an officer, then several officers. Soon, an entire squadron is chasing us down the street. I lose a few of them, but most hang on. The flashing lights act as a beacon, betraying our location to the supervillains who want to destroy me.

I make a desperate swerve onto a one-way street, almost get hit by a car, and do a sliding park into safety. Our car is pretty beat up, and a platoon of cop cars is watching us from afar. It looks like the end. The dream ends.

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10.03.2010

Sailor Venus Volleyball (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm sitting on the sidelines of a huge volleyball game. One one side is my team...a team composed of an army of Sailor Venuses. On the other is the enemy. The dream is brief, but I remember my team kicking the enemy's keister.

10.11.2010

Facebook Connect: Join to Rebel (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm standing on a wide, railing-free futuristic boardwalk over a huge metal shaft latticed with similar walkways. I walk to the edge, where an elevator awaits. The elevator is gold on the outside, with metal buttons surrounded by plastic LED lights. I press the up arrow and watch as a holographic display jumps out from the wall a few inches. There is a single-question survey printed on it.

"Q: do you fap on a regular basis?"

I am given the option of selecting either "yes" or "no," both lined up with the elevator buttons. I eye the parallel boardwalk nervously. There is a group of people filling out a survey similar to mine. Not wanting them to see, I shuffle to the side, press the button, and shuffle all over the place, ultimately making me look like the most suspicious spaz-bastard there.

The elevator finally arrives, and I take it up a few floors. I exit to a much larger walkway with a huge-ass plasma screen TV at the end. There is a large group of people hanging around it. I venture over and see what it is they're looking at. It's my facebook page. I've apparently decided to cave in and set up a profile. The problem is that some snarky bitch wants to ban my profile and do bad things to me for some arbitrary reason, and that anyone who friends me will meet a similar fate. What everyone is doing at the terminal is friending me. I join them and they all treat me like a hero and say they've got my back.

11.19.2010

Solar Flare (WILD)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Enjoyable, Favorite, Lucid Dream, Vivid

I'm standing on a street corner, when I suspect I'm dreaming, and so do a nose pinch RC. Much to my astonishment, I can breathe through my pinched nostrils, and instantly realize I'm dreaming.

"Hyaa!!!!" I shriek, as I extend my arms and expel two streams of sun-like plasma from my palms. The feeling of unleashing that sort of raw power is incredible. The concentrated fusion reaction annihilates all in my path as my dream quickly fades to black. I continue to feel the force of the streams as I slowly become aware of my waking body.

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Spoiler for WARNING! The following dream contains sex, detailed descriptions of the female anatomy, and general love-mush. Not recommended for people who don't want to read about sex. Proceed at own risk.:

11.19.2010

Sex at the Apartment (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Enjoyable, Favorite, Love, Romance, Sex, Vivid

I'm at my apartment, midday or so. My roommate walks through the door with a girl I know, who he takes to his bedroom before quickly departing for parts unknown, leaving the girl alone and confused.

I continue to go about my business as usual when she comes out of the bedroom. I'm a bit surprised to see her still here, and I asked what happened to my roommate. She says that he is a bastard, and that he just left her there with no way to get back home. She's also hungry, and her shirt has been torn.

I fetch her one of my shirts from my closet...a white, vertically-striped button-up. She puts it on and does up a few buttons. It's around this time that I realize she only has on panties below the waist, so I turn up the thermostat a bit. The length of the shirt covers her neatly.

I make her a decent, proper breakfast, then take her to my room, where it's warmer. She's impressed by the cleanliness as compared to my roomie's room, and starts to go on about how my roommate is a bastard. I agree with her 100 percent, and reveal to her my gentlemenly nature. She's a bit stunned at first, but then recovers and changes the subject to us, as in her and me.

"I've been thinking," says she. "You're a great guy, and I think we would be good together. What do you think?"
"Well, um...wow. Well, I say...hell yeah!"
"Mmm, I'm glad you feel that way," she says, undoing the buttons of the shirt I gave her. "Why don't we have some fun?"

I stare dumbfounded for a minute, unable to accept that this is actually happening to me.

"Well?" she inquires.

I pull myself together and pull her toward me. Our eyes meet, and we kiss. A long, passionate kiss. We break off, and she reaches for my pants, unzipping my jeans and grabbing my erect member. She gives it a few strokes, then stops and removes her bra, but leaves my shirt on.

I brush my hand against her olive-skinned cheek, then move down to her likewise-colored breasts. She's small...no larger than a b-cup, but what she has is flawless. My hand works deftly, fondling, caressing. Her breasts are soft, but firm. I use my thumb to stimulate her dark, erect nipple. A small sigh of pleasure escapes her lips as she reaches back into my pants.

"Shall we move to the bed?" I ask, realizing that we're both still standing up.
"Oh, yes, of course."

I step out of my jeans and boxers, and she removes her panties, but again retains the shirt. I take a moment just to appreciate the surreal scene in front of me. She stands there, like some intangible apparition that will disappear if I touch her.

She climbs up onto the bed, and I follow right behind. We take a moment to just lie there together, savoring the moment we are about to share. I make the first move by leaning up to kiss her again. While she continues to lie down, I take a position to her side. With one hand, I run my fingers through her hair, down her neck, and to her breast. With my other, I run two fingers from the top of her sternum, down her belly, and to her pussy. Just before reaching it, I separate my fingers and run along either side.

Still stimulating her nipples, I caress her inner thighs, always skipping right over her clit. I can feel her tense with anticipation at each pass. Finally, I start to home in on her. I stroke the outer lips of her innie vagina, but still deny her the touch she's waiting for. Closer and closer, almost there...or not. I'm teasing her, and it's working. She groans, becoming desperate now. I slip past the outer lips and rub the outside of her vagina, marveling at how wet it is. Again she groans, her entire body tense, and so I finally go for her clit. A moan leaves her lips, this time out of pleasure.

I switch over to my thumb and penetrate her with one finger. It's just a bit tight, but it feels good. I slip in a second finger, then go straight for the g-spot.

Her back arches and her breathing shallows. Her face is flushed. I pick up the pace, and she groans in approval.

"Oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming!" she yells, nearly out of breath. I feel her vagina contract hard around my fingers, pushing them out of her as a stream of fluid bursts forth. She's a squirter, and I just gave her a powerful orgasm.

Half exhausted and quite satisfied, she pants on my bed, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I lie down beside her and close my eyes, listening to her breathe.

There's a hand on my still very hard member, and the bed shifts. She climbs on top and guides me inside her. It feels quite tight.

"Does it hurt?" I ask.
"No, not at all."
Good, I think.

She begins to move her hips up and down, slowly at first, but then gaining speed. The feeling is intense. I place one hand on her hip to help steady her, and the other I run over her body. Her back, her breasts, her ass.

I feel her contract suddenly and sharply. She shudders and pauses a moment, then continues on. A moment later, it happens again. The contractions of her multiple orgasms bring me closer to mine. With one final thrust, we cum together. She collapses into my arms, completely exhausted. I hold her close, my member still inside her. As I lie there, the dream ends.

11.28.2010

Battleship Lucid (DILD)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Achieved Goal, Action/Adventure, Enjoyable, Favorite, Lucid Dream, Vivid

I'm standing on a dock. Out in the water, a group of bad guys have seized control of an armed and highly dangerous battleship. As a superhero, it is my job to stop them.

I start off by shooting the ship with half a dozen RPG's, but the hull has no problem withstanding the blast. A huge boom comes from the ship, and a split second later, I'm knocked off my feet by a cannon ball. Time to get serious.

I run along the side of the dock, then jump into the air. I can fucking fly. I make a beeline toward the ship, dodging cannon balls and machine gun fire. As I circle around the front, wondering how to destroy the vessel, it occurs to me to just kick in to lucid mode. That is exactly what I do. I look at one of the bad guys zooming around on a jetpack, and turn him into a kosher gherkin. I turn the cannon aboard the ship into a stack of marshmallows. Finally, I create a rather large opening in the hull and watch the ship sink. As I fly away, the dream fades out.

Originally Posted by Mario92

09.21.2010

Vanilla Smoke (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm sitting alone in a large, dimly lit lounge area. The carpet is a dark red, and the walls are covered in wood paneling. The lights are nestled into the ceiling and provide a comfortable glow. I hold in my hand an unlit cigar that smells strongly of vanilla.

Throwing caution to the wind, I light up for the first time. Instead of inhaling the smoke into my lungs, I fill my mouth with it. The smoke is...unusual. It tastes sweet, with the distinct flavor of vanilla, but also a bit like the chips from a wood smoker. It has a cool, almost sort of mist-like texture to it. I exhale and repeat the procedure, simply tasting the smoke. I know that my mother is going to kill me for even going near a cigar, but really, I'm not noticing anything wrong. I take one final draw, and in doing so, finish the cigar. I blow a smoke ring as the dream ends.

That's a pretty realistic description of a cigar. I've tried a vanilla Tatiana's and that's basically what it was like. Funny how drugs in your dream are realistic and in mine all sorts of crazy shit goes down from them. Like in a fragment recently I tried ecstasy and for some reason I started moving at the speed of light and my body was warping into weird shapes.

Holy god, you're back from parts unknown! Hi!

Hey! been back a while, though only every now and then do I actually say anything. My internet's been spotty recently, so this is one of the few sights that works fully.

12.06.2010

HOLY FUCK THAT TREE IS EATING THE SKY! (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm stuck on an island with a group of people who are all recovering from the plane crash. It has a very Lost sort of feel to it.

I come across a patch of mushrooms. They're very strange shrooms...huge, massive masses of big, brown fungus with tubes running inside them. I pick up a chunk and suck on one of the tubes. The top row of mushrooms turns bright red and purple with white spots, and I inhale a large cloud of spores.

Dropping the mushrooms, I make my way to a folding chair parked in front of the plane's onboard projector screen. My sister comes and sits next to me. Obviously, the projector is useless without electricity, but the shrooms cause me to hallucinate an Intel Pentium Dual Core Processor commercial on the screen. I look at it, then start laughing. I trjy to stand up, but my legs have other plans and I fall in the sand with my face toward the sky. As the dream fades out, I see a huge tree start to devour the sky.

12.11.2010

Space Shuttle Party Van (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm on my driveway with a group of random dudes. Most of them are rednecks. It's night out. We are standing around a small rocket ship we just finished constructing.

We look up to the stars. The moon is behind the roof of the house, but we still have plenty of light to see by. Our mission is to launch the rocket into outer space. There will be no passengers or payload.

Without waiting any longer, we hit the "Go" button. The rocket rumbles to life and shoots into the air with five rockets of pure thrust. It climbs high into the sky, and when it is no more than a bright point, it jettisons the five primary boosters, which fall away as smaller points of light before being swallowed up by the darkness of the sky. The rocket continues on, then disappears from sight.

At that moment, a different space shuttle comes into view, with flashing red and blue lights. As it approaches, we see a couple of FBI agents in the cockpit. One pops out the top and tells us that we've just violated international airspace laws. We're being party v&. The dream ends.

12.23.2010

Killing the Assassins (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Action/Adventure, Combat, Enjoyable, Funny, Vivid

I've just crashed through the empty window on the 23rd floor of a weird-ass skyscraper in a world straight out of the nightmares of Dr. Seuss. The buildings are colorful, oddly-shaped, burned-out shells. Curious.

I pick my way through the blackened room I now find myself in, no different from any of the others. I'm barefoot, and I assume I've gotten here by flying through the window. There is a half-burned desk and a couple charcoal chairs, but little else. A turn into a hallway reveals a sniper flat on the floor with a gun pointed at my chest. I leap out of the way just as a shot rings out. Thinking fast, I arm myself with a sizable length of sturdy metal pipe.

Drawing the sniper's fire, I wait for the shot to miss me before charging in as he reloads. He manages to eject the spent shell before my pipe meets his skull. I bash him six or seven times before he crumples into a heavily bruised heap. A second sniper emerges from behind a desk further down the hall, and I lay into him, too. He joins his comrade in a heap. A third sniper emerges, and I bash him too.

Six bleeding and dead snipers later, I'm alone in the hallway, clutching a metal pipe, without a scratch on me. King of the gutted skyscraper, the dream ends.

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12.23.2010

Chewed Out by Mom (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in a car with my family. My dad is driving, my mom riding shotgun, and my sis to the right in the backseat with me. We're driving around town, running errands. It is winter.

My mom makes some comment about being glad neither of us (meaning my sister and I) aren't driving on these snowy roads. I comment that the roads aren't all that bad. They're snowy, yeah, but they aren't icy. My mom turns around and glares at me. I try to fortify my conversational defenses by pointing out that I only meant that I'd rather be driving on these roads than wet or icy ones. She continues to glare. I do some more backtracking, and she lays into me about being too careless and misjuding the roads and blah blah blah. The dream ends.

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12.23.2010

Zombie Apocalypse (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Action/Adventure, Combat, Enjoyable, Favorite, Funny, Vivid

I'm in a perfectly normal hotel. The carpets are gray and the decor is mostly gold and marble. A bit gaudy, yes, but overall, quite nice. I can hear the sounds of the casino on the floor below. Some glass paneling sections off the pool, with the delicious scent of chlorine.

The hotel suddenly takes on a much darker feeling. Literally. The lights go out, leaving only the eerie glow of natural lighting. The crowds of innocent and merry vacationers disappear. I'm left holding a shotgun with a pistol in my belt as I'm confronted with my first undead. It comes lurching at me; gray, peeling skin stretched taut over yellow bones. The eyes are black and sunken into the face. I take aim and blow its head off.

I go about searching the rest of the floor, splattering the occasional zombie, when I come to the elevator. Thinking that the managerial offices on the top floor may hold some clue, I take a lift to the top.

The top floor is surprisingly vacant. Shotgun at the ready, despite my low ammo, I enter the nearest office and loot the filing cabinet. I come across some interesting-looking documents, but nothing particularly helpful.

I turn back around and OHMYGOD THERE'S A MOTHERFUCKING ZOMBIE!! It's sitting in a chair, wearing a manager's uniform, with sunken eyes. It sits there, looking remorseful. Taking into account my low ammo, I pull out the pistol and deliver four shots to the face to make sure this freak of nature never rises again.

It is around here that I locate my family, who have also fended off the zombie hordes and are likewise low on ammo. My dad proposes we find and raid the nearest airport, so that we may hijack a ride and get the hell out of Zombietown. I agree, and we take an emergency exit out of the hotel.

We find an airstrip and hit the skies with four individual, one-seat planes. The bright yellow contraptions aren't very fast, stable, or reliable, and as we circle about my house, the engines choke out and die. Mercifully, it seems as though we're alone, as I guess all the zombies have gathered in town for some sort of zombie PTA or something. We start discussing our options, and they are few. The best one we can come up with is to repair the planes. I grab a handful of bolts and set to work. The dream ends.

12.24.2010

Fucking all the Girls (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Enjoyable, Favorite, Sex, Vivid

I'm in space. There are a bunch of other gents around me. I'm part of a futuristic college system, and these are the dorms. Not unlike airline seats, we all have a seat that transforms into a bed and an overhead storage compartment.

All the other dudes leave, and I decide to go exploring. I quickly find the female dorms. I enter without knocking, much to the shock of some and the pleasure of others. A couple hide, but I approach one of the braver ones and strike up a brief conversation. It isn't long before I'm fucking her right there in front of everyone. She orgasms, and so do I. Our little romp complete, she departs via teleportation to the earth-based university, and I move on to the next chick. She's already perfectly willing, and leaps on me. Taking a page from Rance, I notice my hyper weapon is already ready again. She jumps upon it and knocks me flat on my back. As with the last encounter, she climaxes, and so do I. I repeat this with every other chick in the cabin, which happens to be all 45 of them. Blonds, redheads, Asians, skinny girls, chubby girls, and everything in between. I have sex with them all, leaving everyone satisfied.

Everyone now departed, a cute girl walks in. She's blond, just a bit chubby, and very cute. She notices me laying there, half exhausted and still naked, and doesn't seem to care. She comes in, stores her things, and takes a seat. Hyper weapon suddenly ready again, I take a seat beside her. I talk her into some mutual masturbation, and as she grips me, I can instantly tell she's done this before. I move my fingers over her pussy, and she shudders in pleasure. She's already quite wet. I start brushing against her clit, and she moans. It isn't long before she orgasms. She lays there panting a moment before getting dressed and beaming down to earth.

The dorms now empty, I go back to mine and get dressed. I've missed all my classes for the day, but I don't care. Sexing up 48 women is exhausting work, and I'm hungry.

I beam down to the cafeteria and grab a plate. There's some sort of shellfish sale today. On a center stand, there are over a dozen species of clams, oysters, and mussels, ripe for the picking. I load my tray up, then bring it to the kitchen for cooking. A Japanese chef is working the kitchen, and he asks me if I want rice or noodles. I go for noodles, as they are much cleaner in appearance and easier to eat.

My meal complete, I move on to other endeavors...such as scoping out the earth-based female dorms. I run into my sister, who has developed a device that will allow me to teleport into the dorms anytime I like. Quite handy, as men aren't allowed there after hours. The hard part is going to be to slip it past security and the wide array of sensors designed to keep out just such a device. We come up with a good disguise, then proceed with the plan.

It starts out quite well. We get to the 119th floor before some security lunatic barges in and says there's been a breach. The culprit should be around here somewhere. My sister and I scatter, as does everyone else, in search of the breacher. He is eventually found out, and much to my surprise, is neither me nor my sister. The red alert resolved, my sister places the device in a janitor's closet and we make for the exit.

That issue resolved, one of my friends says he has developed a state of the art room that I must come and check out. I follow him into a dimly lit room that is decorated in mostly matching brown furniture and accessories. I take a seat on the semi-comfortable couch, and just as I'm about to ask what's so special, he informs me that everything in the room can transform into anything else, within reason. I concentrate for a moment, and the couch spontaneously morphs size, shape, color, and density to become a much more comfortable one. I pick up a bottle of champagne, transform it into a pear, take a bite, then transform it back. The champagne bottle is identical to how it was when it started. My colleague has ended world hunger. He says it is late and he should go, but I'm free to stay. Excellent.

I transform the couch into a massage table, then transform some random objects into world-class masseuses. I lay down on the table and they go to work, massaging every inch of my body. The dream ends.

12.26.2010

Manipulating Time (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Vivid

I'm loitering around campus with a couple of mystical power-disks in my arms. The two disks, roughly the size of frisbees and the color of yellow cake, enable me to control time as I see fit. One controls the future, the other the past. I aim the future disk at a building and watch as time accelerates around it, breaking the building down and causing deep cracks to appear in the brick face. The wooden sign above the door ages beyond recognition. I stop the flow, and wondering what else has changed, venture inside.

There is a sort of bar on the inside. A couple of semi-schnockered old gits were giggling in the corner. I noticed that a few bar stools had been damaged heavily, with peeling fabric and many cigarette burns. As a true test of my power, I try to reverse-age them into the condition they were at when they were new. I do this by apparently pointing the past disk at them, shouting "reverse!" and hurtling over the stools. There is a change, but not a big one. A few of the burns are gone, but not much else. I repeat the process a few times, but as before, the change isn't all that great. One of the drunkards in the corner tells me to stop all that leaping about nonsense, and to just use the disk normally and say the word "heal." I try it, and sure enough, the stools return to brand new condition. Not really caring how the men knew about time travel or how the disks worked, I leave the bar and go outside.

I do some other fun things with time manipulation, like reverting a tree into an acorn and making a different acorn into a tree. The dream ends.

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12.26.2010

Waltzing to her Heart (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Combat, Enjoyable, Favorite, Love, Romance, Vivid

I'm standing outside with several attractive young women, playing the part of a photographer. We are all highly-trained combat warriors, but today, we've decided to chill out and just have some fun. The current subject of my attention is one particularly beautiful woman, standing a full foot and a half taller than me. She is blond, with a slim frame and gorgeous hair. She is also my new-found love, but she doesn't know it yet.

I take a group shot of all the girls, but then single out my love interest for a solo shoot. The wind sweeps back her hair, making her look like the fierce warrior she is. I take the shot, then go and fix her hair, pulling down some bangs. The transformation is startling. Her white dress and golden hair completely conceal her inner power. I take another picture, and conclude the photo shoot.

We conclude that blowing off some steam at the gym would be nice. We hurry inside and select an empty room. Most of the girls start playing a combat form of badminton, but the one I love sits out. There is still plenty of room left, so I ask her to dance. She accepts, and despite me only coming up to her chest, we begin to waltz.

We dance normally for some time, connecting on a whole new level. We break for a moment, and I take the opportunity to place my face on her bosom. She holds me closer, and I realize she feels the same about me as I do her.

Our dance resumes, but I use my power to alter the gravity around us. We're now twirling about effortlessly, floating off the ground and only touching again to gain momentum once more. We spin off of the walls, climbing higher and higher. At last, we touch back down and get ready to go home. The sexual tension is immense at this point, and I know exactly how the night will end.

At that moment, we see three guards standing outside our room, being that one wall is one-way glass. She tells me she senses an evil vibe coming from the men, and we watch them come into the room.

"Oh, look," one of them sneers. "A short man and a horse." The other goons chuckle.
"Listen, buddy," I retort. "I don't like you calling my girlfriend a horse. Apologize."

A dark look clouds the goon's face, and he charges at me. I knock him on his ass and send him flying into the other two jerks. The other two charge at me and my girl. I grip the hand of my love, and by altering gravity, allow us to reach an incredible height and rocket back down to earth with massive velocity. We both kick a goon on the down-trip, breaking a few ribs and knocking them out cold. We flee the scene as the dream ends.

12.31.2010

My Asian Fantasy (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID
Enjoyable, Favorite, Love, Sexual Content, Vivid

I'm in a classroom with some other people...about 15, I would guess. There are no chairs, so we're all just seated on the floor. I see this tall, beautiful Asian girl from across the room. I sidle on over to her and fall in love. At the same time, I pick up that same vibe I get from my DG...could this be her?

Before I can think, she tackles me and pins me down, then starts to dry hump me. She grinds faster, and I quickly find myself becoming highly aroused. My hips respond and begin their own movement, complimenting hers. Within a few moments, I'm brought to the edge of orgasm, but she stops. She dismounts, apologizes, and moves to the other side of the room.

Utterly baffled, I follow her and ask her what the hell just happened. That was the best almost-sex of my life, after all. As if to tease me, she says she really shouldn't be doing such things, yet alone in public. It isn't proper.

Was this my dream guide? Is she teasing me, hinting at what is to come? My search continues.

01.04.2011

Killing Some More Zombies (Non-lucid)

FALSE DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm holding a pistol, with a shotgun slung around my shoulder. I holster the pistol and shoulder the shotgun, then enter the room. It looks like a large college dorm room. At first, all is calm, but then some assholes come through the doors with pistols of their own. I take aim with the shotgun and fire. Like zombies, they remain unphased, and take aim at me. I fire again and again. It takes three hits to kill these undead bastards.

At that moment, more zombies come through the doors, some with shotguns of their own, and some with stupefied, zombie-looking hostages. I kill everyone there, not knowing that I'm supposed to not kill the hostages. Oops.

The scene flashes backward and begins to repeat itself. This time, however, I'm in the room with a bunch of college kids, before they turn zombie. I go to the rooms and raid their weapons, transfering their ammunition to my pocket. The first dude goes into a room and emerges carrying an empty pistol. His back is to me, so I sneak up and whop him on the back of the head. He crumples to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

A few more kids go into the rooms and emerge with unloaded weapons and a glazed look in the eye. I use the butt of my shotgun to crumple 'em. Eventually, they get irritated and start to charge at me, so I switch to gunshot mode and make a bit of a mess.

One of the dudes tries to take a hostage, so I use the scope on my pistol to send a bullet straight through his brain. He falls, and the girl is released. There aren't many zombies left, so I just use the pistol to clean up.

A deep-voiced announcer said "Perfect Score," seemingly coming from out of thin air. I then proceeded to respawn in the room and carry out the scene over and over again in different variations.

That's pretty awesome that you have dreams about killing zombies. Most of mine are boring, just walking around and stuff.

Nice dreams, man!