July 2019 Competition Thread

[Legkicker]

7/29/19 I finally got some points on the board here, but I may need some help with the scoring. Sorry I lacked so far team haha, I started a new position at my job and amidst all the chaos I have been adjusting to the new sleep schedule. Nonetheless, this afternoon nap when I got home held some surprises! As a warning I should say these dreams were very violent and intense and if that is not your cup of tea I would not read. Also, please let me know if I am posting this wrong it is my first time! 1 non-lucid, 2 lucid (1 WBTB, 1 DEILD) (first one was really lucid, second was semi-lucid) Spoiler for DREAMS: First dream non-lucid: I was sitting at the foot of the bed in the guest room of my house watching an old tube-TV. The sound was off, and the picture resembled an old news station somewhat like you would see in the 90's. I couldn't make out what the context of their news coverage was, but I did have a frightened feeling inside as I watched. The room was dark with the only light coming from the TV screen and a small bit of sunlight trickling through the wooden shutters covering the window on the far wall behind me. After awhile I noticed there were two other gentlemen in the room watching the TV intently sitting on the bed behind me. I did not recognize them, and their expressions showed concern. Some length of time passed while I tried to figure out what was going on, but eventually I gave up and decided to turn the volume up on the TV set. The moment I twisted the knob the speakers blared loudly with the audio coming through horrendous and distorted. I quickly snapped it back off as the two men behind me shushed me loudly and jumped out of the bed. One of the gentlemen put his hands over his eyes and sighed, "Fuck man they probably heard us." I looked at him in confusion and asked who he was referring to that could have heard the noise. He removed a cellphone from his pocket and showed me an image on the screen. It depicted a map that looked like a semi-misshapen United States, with big red X's and arrows drawn at various points. My heart sank as he swiped the image to reveal a short video of an explosion occurring in a city. "The US is under attack?" I asked in shock. He nodded as he put his phone away and walked past me to the TV. He slowly turned the knob up so we could hear the reporters talking softly. There were two of them on the set, both arguing over who was responsible for the attacks. **At this time the dream was fading and I slowly woke up. Second dream fully lucid WBTB: ***As I woke up in my bed I was fortunate enough to remain completely still. I quickly began falling into another dream. Loud vibrations echoed in my ears as I fell asleep and the dream began unfolding before me. As the vibrations stopped and I realized I was in the dreamscape and I took a moment to check my surroundings as I rubbed my hands together. I found myself in another dark room, this one completely different from the last. I was in the downstairs of an old brick and wooden building that resembled something from the 1920's/30's. The walls were brick and the floors were hardwood, and the furniture in the area was setup like an old-style bar. There were plenty of windows along the far side with thick, wooden frames. I could tell it was nighttime from the orange glow of a streetlight reflecting off the glass and illuminating the dark interior of the building. It was also raining at a steady pace with droplets streaking down the windowpane. It was chilly and damp inside the room, giving off a very eerie vibe. Even though I was lucid I was still gathering my bearings and being cautious as I began to investigate a little further. I carefully took a few steps away from the middle of the room and towards the windowed wall. My footsteps clunked deeply against the hardwood as I advanced while the rain drops pitter-pattered against the building. I studied the outside as I moved forward. Immediately outside the building was a blacktop parking lot that led to a street about twenty yards away. There was a short, stone wall running along the perimeter of the lot before meeting a grassy hillside that engulfed the edge of the pavement. On both sides of the street was a grey sidewalk, the farside riding along another brick wall building. As I got closer I could see the street turned away from my position and continued on into an old-style town. Just as I was about to reach the wall two-men appeared around the corner on the outside of the building. I froze in my tracks as the hustled up to the window in a stealthy motion. As their faces came into the orange-glowing light I noticed it was the people from the previous dream. They both had dark skin and stood about my height and appeared to be my age as well. The first one to the window held a finger to his lips and looked me wide in the eyes. He mouthed through the glass, "Careful, they're on the other side!" and he pointed to the wall on my right that housed the front door. I nodded and took a few steps back while keeping my eyes on the door. Reminding myself I was lucid I figured this dream was intense enough to let play out. I knew, however, I would need a weapon if I was going to continue following the lead. Sadly I'm not the best at conjuring items and I usually use a trick where I reach in my back pocket and find items. Obviously this restricts my ability to a certain size and doesn't usually yield perfect results. It was my best bet though so I attempted it and imagined feeling a pistol in my hand as I dug around. After moving a wallet and cellphone I was able to finally retrieve a handgun. It didn't look normal and felt plastic, but it had a slide that operated and the bullets looked real enough so I went with it. Keeping it held close to my side I walked in a slow crouch towards the doorway. I kept peeking over towards the window at the other two people who appeared to be on my side. They stayed huddled close together as they matched my movement towards the front of the building. The rain hadn't let up and was making it even harder to see outside as I neared the doorway. There were two glass windows in the middle of the door, and one larger window on the wall to the right of it. I crept up beneath that window and held my back to the wall as I collected myself. I took a moment to rub my hands together again and remind myself I was in charge here. Even still I was a bit nervous with how eerie and quiet things were, and having slight knowledge of what threat I was facing didn't help either. I took a deep breath and slowly began to peek up over the edge of the windowsill. An old iron fire-escape slowly came into view just outside the window along with the rest of the parking lot. There were no cars, no people, nothing... Until I looked a little further right and locked eyes with a man directly on the outside of the window. We both froze staring at each other, his expression just as shocked as mine. He wore a tan suit, with a tan, old-brimmed hat. I didn't take time to look over any other details before I raised my pistol and fired a round directly into his chest. The gun flash was so bright I couldn't see the impact at first as the glass shattered in front of me. The noise was deafening in the silence and it echoed into the night as my ears rang from the percussion. In the moments following I saw the man outside crumble as my two comrades ran around and opened the door. "What the fuck?!" the first man shouted as he came in, "that's gonna alert everyone!" I kept the gun held tightly in both hands as I stepped back from the window and the two men entered inside. I looked at the first man, "He's down, it was him or me-" I began to explain as a noise drew our attention to the wall behind me. A door flew open and another man wearing the same attire ran inside. I immediately ducked low and fired a random shot in his direction that struck a table just beside him. He recoiled in surprise and looked for cover as I regained composure and lined him up for a second shot. I fired the round off and it struck him square in the right shoulder and spun him to the ground. I took the opportunity to advance quickly in his direction with my gun trained on his body. I squeezed off two more rounds into his chest that sent blood splattering across the hardwood. He lay taking his last breaths in the pool of blood that shined brightly in the streetlight's glow as we all walked his way. "He's down," I muttered as we came up to his body. The three of us watched him as we argued about what to do next as the dream began fading. Third dream semi-lucid DEILD: As the dream faded I laid still and waited for the next one to form. It took some time before a TRON like landscape formed before me. I found myself tapped in a maze of faint, neon-blue lights that formed a grid. I could only walk a few steps in either direction before meeting some invisible wall. I spent a good bit of time spinning around and searching for a way out before one of the walls slowly formed a landscape I could walk out into. I was on a grassy hillside in the bright sunlight in the middle of a clearing. The grass was all about waist high, a mix of straw and green. Lush vegetation surrounded me on all sides, with tall bushy trees covering the horizon. Large, patchy white clouds scattered the sky above me, and a light breeze swept the landscape. I watched as a group of people wearing heavy gear walked down the hillside ahead of me. It was a mix of men and women, about a dozen or so, all brandishing weapons that ranged from shotguns and rifles to machetes and axes. One of the men in the rear of the group turned around and noticed me. He waved a hand over his head at me and yelled, "Hurry up! We gotta move!" Without hesitation I made my way over to them, hustling and holding onto a backpack strap on my shoulder. It wasn't until I made it over to them that I remembered I was dreaming. I plugged my nose and quickly preformed a reality check before rubbing my hands together and stabilizing the dream scene. Suddenly the group began spinning around in all directions as if they were expecting something to pop up. Faintly in the distance I heard the sound of barking dogs beginning to draw near. "Fuck, look out they're back!" one man shouted as the grass to our left began parting rapidly. My heart was racing as whatever was approaching grew closer and closer to our position. I began reaching behind me into the backpack panicking for a weapon to prepare myself. Before I knew it a large, husky-looking dog began flying out of the bushes straight for me. I was unable to retrieve a weapon in time as it lunged forward right at me. In a last ditch effort I threw my arm out and offered it into the beast's jaws. It latched down hard on my arm and began aggressively tearing into my skin. Through the pain I continued searching behind my back for a weapon but found myself unsuccessful as more dogs appeared and began attacking the group. In desperation I looked to my right and made eye-contact with another member of my group. He tossed me a lead pipe which I managed to catch and use to beat the dog off of my arm. As the dog recoiled and snarled I was able to toss the pipe away and finally pull a knife from my back pocket. It was a small blade, probably only six inches long, but it was effective as I jammed it into the dogs neck and tore it apart. Finally a few members fired off shots and took a few more dogs out before the rest of the pack retreated back into the forest. ***The rest of the dream was spent patching my arm up and arguing with the group. Nothing else really exciting happened. I attempted to fire a shotgun somebody gave me but it was malfunctioning. I would go into more detail but I'm too tired and lazy haha.