fight sequence, one you can't win

[justsomeguy]

so im controlling my dream pretty well, but something i was trying to do was 'blocked' by a group of people. there's a group of people who tell me to go back where i came from, so i have to either try and go through them or walk back out the building i was in. since i didnt want to abandon the part of the dream i was in i decided to try and fight the people blocking my way. so there were 2 people. i grab a lamp post thats about 5 feet long (and it was also steaming hot to the touch) and i start wailing on these 2 in a fight. problem was the 2 people took my swings like they were arnold in T2. out of frustration i woke myself up. so im wondering what are some ways to get around a situation in a LD where you have to fight seemingly invincible DC's. even though i had a weapon and some dream control, my effort to get rid of them was useless edit: forgot to add, before i woke myself up i tried spinning. but when i finished spinning and opened my eyes i was still in the same place

[Scruffy]

Have you ever tried talking to them instead of fighting them? If, instead of fighting or running from something in dreams, you face it in a civil manner, you will often get good results. Try talking to them, asking them what they want, why they're stopping you, stuff like that, and work out the conflict. They may even turn into friendly characters and make you're dream more interesting.

[killamanjaro]

Wow. Something similar happened to me the other night too. I was lucid for a very long (which seemed to be 1-2 hours) and i was just practicing some karate (which i sucked at even though it was a dream, LOL) and all of the sudden i remember about the basic lucid task this month (going dumpster diving), So i start walkin on the side of the this house expecting when i turn the corner that there will be a dumpster, but there was this guy behind me (cant remember exactly what he said) but i knew he was trying to prevent my dream from going on. So i start walkin backwards but he catches up so i try to push him but i couldnt get him away and when he grabbed me everything went black and i woke up

[justsomeguy]

Originally posted by Scruffy Have you ever tried talking to them instead of fighting them? If, instead of fighting or running from something in dreams, you face it in a civil manner, you will often get good results. Try talking to them, asking them what they want, why they're stopping you, stuff like that, and work out the conflict. They may even turn into friendly characters and make you're dream more interesting. i wasnt gonna change their minds w/ talking. i feel like a loser for losing a fight in my own dreams

[RooJ]

I find i can make dream characters dissapear, i managed it once with an entire crowd of people in a shopping mall. Ive also fought dream characters before and i agree it can be hard to win, what you need to remember is alot of the time expectations = reality. Expect them to go down when you hit/shoot/nuke them, and dont get worried that they wont. If you still fail then you have a right to call yourself a loser . >Roo

[justsomeguy]

crap, another fight i couldnt win happened. some guy starts fighting me, i reason w/ him... he seems to chill out but as soon as i put down my guard he charges me. for about 15 minutes i beat the hell out of the guy, and his neck must have been broken 10 times but he kept getting up and annoying the hell out of me. i even tried knocking him down and running a few rooms away, but he still came running after. stupid masochistic DC

[Aphius]

Originally posted by justsomeguy crap, another fight i couldnt win happened. some guy starts fighting me, i reason w/ him... he seems to chill out but as soon as i put down my guard he charges me. for about 15 minutes i beat the hell out of the guy, and his neck must have been broken 10 times but he kept getting up and annoying the hell out of me. i even tried knocking him down and running a few rooms away, but he still came running after. stupid masochistic DC Who knows, maybe you didn't really believe it would work so it didn't. The only thing I can think to suggest is to maybe try something other than physical attacks?

[CowMan339]

i just try to control their mind if they do that, FORCE them to be your friend, and just demand (with your mind) that they do something hilarious, like give you on Oreo, or a Mountain Dew or something..... its kinda funny

[Blizzz]

Fighting things in an LD is always hard as hell because they always come back. I'll administer the ass-whoopin' of a lifetime to whatever it is I need to protect myself from, but yet it won't die. It's normal I think.

[justsomeguy]

oh the irony, i had another dream fight (3 fights in 4 days, talk about a dream sign). but this time around i didnt get lucid. i was outnumbered 2 to 1, and the other guys had knives. i got cut up a bit but i won the fight. and walked away w/ them licking their wounds. bleh, why didnt i go lucid after that fight! i think im a pretty violent person in my dreams, must be all the action movies

[djaio]

go all Neo on them. let them kill you, then wake up as The One.

[H Savvy]

I was attacked and killed by a giant raven recently. I tried avoiding it and scaring it away, but to no avail. I didn't fight it, though. Partly out of fear (this being towards the end of the dream when my lucidity was slipping) and partly because I prefer to think of myself as a pacifist. I probably should have tried talking or asking. Positive reactions do seem to work better when I encounter problems. Real life and in dreams.

[simplyalf]

Ive had LD where I am in a modern fighting arena kinda like Gladiator. This one is in this rich mans house, a huge mansion where from the outside doesnt look like a bad place at all. I remember being dropped off to fight here in a helicopter, as if I were alreadt famous for this and didnt know it. I walk in the mansion and there are huge open spaces and Im led down to the arena where I take on a relentless line of horrible beasts. No matter how I crush them, they keep coming, there is alot more story and feeling to this dream, but to make the long story short, I felt they kept coming back because sub-consiously in my consious dream, I wanted them too!!

[titlecade]

I've fought a lot in my LD's , but recently I was shot about 3 times in one! I was protecting somebody; I dont know who I was protecting, but I was shot 3 times in the belly protecting the person I remeber spitting up blood after I was shot and then sucking up the pain to talk to cop or FBI agent that came in ltr lol! It was crazy, but I remeber healing myself some how I just have crazy dreams

[Slacker]

lol... get a gun...

[Wezel]

I had a fight sequence once which I didn't win, but I also didn't lose. It was me against a few others and we were kick-ass lightning fast! I couldn't even follow my own kicks and punches, but it all worked out perfectly, like a well choreographed fighting sequence right out of one of the Matrix movies. It felt great! (wasn't lucid though)

[Shineenigma]

I would fly over them or mind control them to move aside. Going by calmly while using a non-aggressive power like those makes me feel so awesomly powerful that DCs are as threatening as a garden gate, and just as easy to get past. I don't see the appeal in violence.

[simplyalf]

You must be a woman, although, jedi mind tricks are fun.

[CryoDragoon]

try a lightsaber Originally posted by simplyalf You must be a woman, although, jedi mind tricks are fun. make them jump off a high building or give them a nice hug and a kiss make tea, not war

[Oneironaut Zero]

Here is an excerpt from one of my dream journals. I cut-out the whole beginning of the dream, cause it’s pretty long. Everything here takes place after I’d gotten lucid. This is the greatest lucid dream fight I’ve ever had, but it was also the first one I’d gotten my ass beat in. lol. From here on, things are a little more hazy. But it seems there is this old man that lives in this tower. And let me just say, I’ve faced some pretty rough characters in my dreams, but this guy was Bad. After what was most likely a long utterance of “I’m taking this world over” clichés, the fight broke out. This guy’s magic was crazy, and he was no slouch at hand to hand. While the others were a little reluctant, not quite sure of their powers, I suppose, I went all out on this guy with Kung Fu flavor that would have made Jet Li cower. But GodDAMN was this guy good. Punch kick block kick block punch block dodge kick feign punch wallsmash punch floorbreak dodge punch. Fists and feet were flying everywhere, but I was just not making any progress with this guy. And on top of that, just as it seemed the others were ready to throw down…this old bastard just disappears. So quick that we are left standing in this, what seemed to be a bedroom (or study. It wasn’t furnished, and there were paint cans and newspapers all over the place) all alone and wondering just wtf happened. We knew that the only way out of this dead end bedroom was back through the hallway we’d just passed, because the massive room nearest the balcony is the one that connected all the rooms on the top floor. Slowly, we began to file out of the room, and as we went through the hallway, I made my way to the front of the group. One hand held low, I concentrated my mind on the pyrokinesis I knew was possible, because I still knew I was dreaming. (just not enough to KNOW that I could defeat this guy) My hand flickered once and then ignited into a bright orange flame. I held the flame around my hand while searching with my eyes for any signs of the old man. There was another small room (small is a relative term. It was still pretty big) that was parallel to the much smaller kitchen in the center of the hallway. Slowly I made my way toward it. Behind me, I heard a familiar Fwooosh and saw a flash of light. When I turned around, I’d seen that Bruce had followed my lead and found his own ability to produce a flame like mine. He smiled enthusiastically, holding up his flaming hand, and I couldn’t help but do the same. However, unfortunately, I hadn’t stopped walking toward the room when I looked back at Bruce, and when I turned to look inside of the room as I crossed the doorframe, I was blindsided. A vicious punch crashed into my right jaw and sent me to the left for just a moment, I countered with multiple fire blasts from both hands, swinging my arms like an ambidextrous pitcher and assaulting this guy with pyrotechnics. His own magic countered horrifically well, though, small explosions of blues and greens emanating from his person to show that the fire blasts were simply having no effect. Finally, before I could get another shot off, or think of another tactic, the old man fired some green energy blast that blew me off of my feet and sent me crashing into the wall behind me, now on the left side of the room from the doorway. Shaking off the cobwebs, I glanced up to see the others streaming into the room, battle cries filling the air as they all went 3 on 1 with this fucker. It was all out war with this guy…and we were losing. I stood up and tried to clear my mind. I needed a charge of energy, and if that meant destroying this room to do it, so be it. I doubted the small explosion I was about to cause would have effected either of us too much, the way we were fighting, but the energy I would get from it would be invaluable. Clenching my fists, I began to well up my energy like a Saiya-Jin, a low “rrrrrrrrrrrraaahhhhh….” Building up in my throat. I could feel the coming energy start to push outward from my center, beginning to crack the floor under me, bending the wall behind me out into the hall, and pushing the ceiling over my head up into itself. However, I was not focused. I think it was the sounds of our side losing that broke my concentration and kept me from getting that explosive power of the SuperSaiyaJin, that I was going for, and that probably would have won the fight for us. Not sure whether to keep charging or not, I suddenly noticed that everything had fallen silent. I stopped focusing my energy all together and opened my eyes. The old man had disappeared again, leaving us alone in the room. The battle was definitely taking its toll. We were all suffering from various levels of kicked-ass syndrome. We were much more reluctant to search for him this time, but were definitely feeling a sense of responsibility. My lucidity was beginning to fade right about this time, but I was still very much in non-lucid control of my actions. We filed, slowly, out of the second bedroom, passing the kitchen that was almost straight across from it. Jesse leaned into the kitchen and stepped inside. Obviously exhausted, he uttered something like “God, I Have to Eat Something,” as tiredly as if he was in a trance, and the only thing that could save him was food, even at a time like this. (Lol..that Jesse…always eating.) So he goes straight for the huge steak on the stove and begins to cut it. A bit disgusted, not to mention thinking this was Not the time for food, I said, “Man, what are you doing?! Don’t eat That!” The second I said this, the fuckin pantry door beside us slides open and inside the old man stands, covered from head to toe in a pantry full of…insect larvae. (Yeah..I know….wtf?! )The only thing we could see was his face, and the stone dead gaze of his whitish blue eyes that implied he might have been fighting us all while blind. He said “You have all fought well, but you will never escape my locusts!” And an endless flood of flying locusts streamed out of the pantry, covering the entire top floor of the tower in seconds, before we even had a chance to think. I was able to bust off a few more pyro blasts from my hands, even though I wasn’t lucid any more, while I staggered through the hallway away from the kitchen, but the blasts seemed to just dissolve in the thickening cloud of locusts with no effect. “Your powers are useless!” I could hear the old man’s voice through the swirling buzz around me. “My locusts feed off your energies! Your powers will drain, and soon you will feel your life force slipping from you!” He was right. Being no longer lucid, I could feel myself being suffocated by millions of locusts swarming around me, masses of them coating my body like mud. I could hear nothing from my friends and was finding it harder and harder to stand. One of my very few tastes of dream defeat, I finally collapsed to my knees amongst the relentless swarm, prolonging the inevitable by trying to stand again, but to no avail. I was so tired. So tired that I knew I couldn’t go on. So, there on the floor, still in a knelt position, refusing to go down any further, I closed my eyes, and welcomed the darkness. …..and then I woke up. Damnit……….this isn’t over…his ass is MINE. [/b] For those that want to read it, the whole dream can be found here. 8) http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/viewtopic....pic+lucid+dream

[Keleiter]

I am not sure from your post whether or not you want a way to win or a way to stop the fight..so i am just going to tell you a couple of things that I have done in my LDs during fights. I get in alot of gun fights in my dreams and lots of times the guys I am shooting at don't fall when I shoot them. So I scream at them "I shot you!" and then they go down. Sometimes of course they don't want to go down..but they usually do. It just comes from the knowlege that you are dreaming and you have complete control. When you don't want to fight at all..just remember that. You have complete control. Just decide that you don't want to do it anymore and change the scene. Know that you are done with this and walk away. Decide what you want to do next.. Say for exmple..you are outside..and you don't want to fight them anymore..so you stop and walk into the closest building. Willing them with your mind not to follow you.