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      Happy B-Day!
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      happy bday bro best wishez
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      hey im in belfast too and a thelemite, were in the city are you?
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      Damn...thats no good...
      You should do RCs or something while at work...Yeh...
      WBTB is what I've been doing...I wake up around 10 times...no success at all...
      However I did a DEILD(which was really awesome) but then screwed it up...
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      Damn...thats no good...
      You should do RCs or something while at work...Yeh...
      WBTB is what I've been doing...I wake up around 10 times...no success at all...
      However I did a DEILD(which was really awesome) but then screwed it up...
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      Too bad man...I hope work isn't interfering with LDing as well...
      I'm good..Not so good with LDing though,dunno why...havent had a LD for around 1 and a half months now...
      How's u?
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      Hey man...
      Haven't seen you on the forum lately...
      Or any FFF members,for that matter...haha
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      They fixed your dream-like profile gimp. I got a great reality test off your profile is what-what.
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    WILD Straight to Bed

    by J.D. on 09-10-2012 at 05:48 PM
    WILD Straight to Bed (WILD)


    I've always assumed attempting to WILD at the point of going bed at night was a waste of time. This assumption was based on the evidence that REM cycles don't start until much later in the sleep cycle. REM sleep is, of course, typically when we dream. Yesterday I was dropping off on the settee at about 11pm after an early start and long day of physical exertion. I decided to call it a night.

    I fell asleep very quickly and remained aware during the whole
    transition into a dream. I had a false awakening, which I immediately recognised as a dream. I got out of bed and saw that my bedroom and house were pretty much exactly as I had last seen them. All the upstairs lights were off, but I could distantly hear the TV, which my brothers had been watching. I walked out of my room confidently, but was all too aware of the oppressive darkness in the house. Rather than dwell on the potential for a nightmare to develop, I went balls to the wall and ran down the stairs yelling with my hands balled into fists, ready to take on any monsters which might dare to appear. Unfortunately, the excitement kicked me out of the dream and I think I woke up.

    Nuke myself... and as many bastard zombies as possible.

    by J.D. on 02-29-2012 at 01:03 AM
    Nuke myself... and as many bastard zombies as possible. (DEILD)


    I haven't been remembering my dreams as much recently. It could be due to focusing more on university and taking less naps. However, today I was exhausted after class, and hit my bed like free willy not clearing the wall. I was asleep in under five minutes.

    I had a short, strange dream about walking the queen of England through a busy city centre and helping her onto a submarine which was docked in a canal. I woke up after the dream, but didn't move or open my eyes. Instead I "looked around" with my eyes, just to see what would pop up. A table solidified in front of me. I was sitting at it. A few seconds more and it became clear that I was in a booth at an american-style diner. I drummed my knuckles on the table and looked around. I was sitting beside the window, and it was pitch black outside. The only light came from small oil lamps scattered around the diner. The diner itself was bare and run-down. I remembered that part of the task of the year was to survive the Trinity Test of the first nuclear bomb, and it struck me that the diner could be part of a purpose-built "nuke town"- built cheap and designed to be blown up. In thinking this, I made it so.

    A man approached my table from the right. He appeared to be a sheriff, and looked almost exactly like the sheriff from the start of Kill Bill. He said something to me in his southern-american drawl, adjusted his belt, and walked out of the diner into the dark. I can't remember what he said, but I inferred from it that a nuclear test was about to take place, and I should make myself scarce. Standing up from the booth, I noticed a huge, bright red metal cylinder in front of the till. It was about a metre and a half in diameter, and went from the floor all the way up through the ceiling. I assumed the first nuclear bomb must be inside at the top, waiting to be dropped.

    With this in mind, I went behind the counter and into the kitchen, where I found a ladder and trapdoor leading to the roof. The wind on the roof was incredible. It roared past me, and I could see the changing course of the streams of air all around the building. It was very dark in the streets below, but the occasional light was on outside buildings. In the gloom I noticed strange dark figures running back and forth. They were jagged-looking, like they were crudely-cast shadows. A little curious, I turned to the top of the bomb container. There were still two army grunts working frantically on a complicated control panel. Their sense of urgency was compounded by the howling of the wind, and every so often they would make reference to "zombies". I wondered then, whether this nuclear test could have an alterior motive- the eradication of a population of zombies. As most people know, I am a firm supporter of zombie rights. Namely, the right to a swift and comically violent death. To attract as many of these shadowy zombies into the kill zone as possible, I ran to all four sides of the roof, shouting like a maniac. Dark shapes in the street below darted through patches of light towards the diner. They were quick and waif-like. Some even started hopping up the side of the buildings nearby. I looked over my shoulder at the army guys and motioned for them to hurry it along. I turned my back on them and saw a dark figure peering up over the edge of the roof. He jumped up, and everything froze.

    The wind stopped howling and everything fell silent at once. Within a split second, a white-hot, orange light expanded from behind me. It was hot, and covered everything in my field of view in an instant. All I could hear was a high-pitched whine, and I could feel the blast burning. I roared as loud and long as I could -which I noted felt a lot longer than I could have done on a normal lungful of air- and the roar became part of the noise of the explosion. By the time the roar was finished, I had lost touch with any kind of physical body. My point-of-view had zoomed out beyond the town, which I could now see was on a narrow penninsula. The explosion obliterated it entirely.

    In what seemed like only a few seconds later, I zoomed back in and found myself in a body again. I was deep underground, beneath where the town had been. I had a pickaxe in my hand, and was listlessly tapping on some loose rock.
    From there, the dream became a bit like Minecraft, -which I have tragically never played- and I lost lucidity.


    by J.D. on 11-19-2011 at 02:31 AM
    Headless (Non-lucid)


    A vivid segment from last night which I had to share. My recall has evaporated recently, probably due to early mornings and late nights, but I still get the occasional gem.

    I was looking in the bathroom mirror in my old house, examining my mousatche which I was growing for Movember. It was a big handlebar bastard and I was very pleased with it. I had a moment where I blacked out, and when I came around I saw that my face had a slit in it. There were two red lines going out horizontally from the corners of my mouth. I followed them with my hand round the back of my head. They met at the other side. It was then that I realised it was a clean cut through my skull. I don't really know what came over me, but I then lifted the upper segment of my head off my jaw. It came away with a squelch. There was a bit of oozing, but not much blood.

    I "looked" at my head. My sense of sight still came from where my head should have been, but when I reached up to feel around, there was nothing there. It occured to me, in the strange state of mind that I was in, that I was running a very serious risk of death here. I reasoned that having disconnected my brain from the rest of my body, it was not getting any blood, and hence, oxygen. I was running the risk of a bad ischemic stroke at the very least. Whilst thinking about oxygen in the blood, I felt my breathing become a bit laboured. "No wonder," I thought. "I don't even have a proper mouth to breathe through. I wondered just how well I would be able to think without a brain. Small multiplication proved difficult, and even counting by tapping on the windowsill was a chore. I suspected that lack of brain was impacting on my motor skills as well. With that, I planted my skull back on top of my neck and jaw. I looked back in the mirror to see that it had attached itself well to the flesh of my jaw and lower cheeks. In fact, it looked like it was healing already. My brother came into the room and said something to me. I mumbled something in reply, not wanting to move my mouth in such a way that would disrupt the healing.

    Never once did I think of reality-checking during this episode.

    Watch out for the Mumakill

    by J.D. on 09-19-2011 at 12:17 AM
    Watch out for the Mumakill (DILD)


    I was walking along a dusty road in an abandoned industrial estate. There were rusty wire fences on either side of the road and it looked like early evening. I walked with about four other people, all of whom were armed with weapons from Halo. I had it in my head that we were waiting for some Covenant aliens to arrive, much like the Firefight gametype in Halo. A big purple Covenant dropship flew over my head from right to left, and hovered over an empty patch of ground. Some grunts jumped out and grouped together to advance on us. I fired at them with my pistol, hoping to get a few headshots and hear the familiar "weeeeyyy" sound that usually accompanies the death of a grunt, but the headshots proved hard to get. It felt like I was firing with my finger, and it wasn't accurate at all.

    We took shelter from the dropship in a house on the other side of the road. It had two floors, but was very run-down and rickety. It was really little more than a big shack. However, some people did live in it. There was a woman in her fifties, and her daughter. While the rest of my group talked to them in the kitchen, I left to explore the house. Most of the rooms didn't have lights, and the windows were boarded up, so I had to use the torch on my gun. As I examined the study, I started to notice strange things about the house. The furniture looked like it was lifted straight out of the 1800's, and there was a Hufflepuff crest on the wall. After I had finished trying to read the titles of the books in the bookcase (I couldn't), I turned around to find the decomposing body of E.T.
    It shocked me into lucidity. I went back into the kitchen and spoke to the woman who owned the house.
    "That was a bit too weird," I told her. I thought of her as a dream character, and as a representative of my subconscious mind, so it felt only right to speak to her about the quality of the dream itself. She didn't reply however. I went out into the hall and looked through the front door. In the distance I could see a long dust cloud developing. It nearly encompassed the whole horizon. I stared, and suddenly I could make out the shape of an advancing mumakill, from Lord of the Rings. It was a giant elephant, armed with spiked tusks and a nest of Haradrim warriors on top.

    I ran back inside to warn the others. They scarpered out the back door, leaving me to fight the giant monster alone. While I waited for it to arrive, I practised punches on the metal fridge. I was disappointed to find that I only left a small dent with each blow- I would need much more to fight the mumakill. The ground began shaking, I knew it was close. Through a window by the front door I caught a glimpse of a swinging tusk. Next thing I knew, the house came down around me and everything went black.

    Face the Witch

    by J.D. on 08-17-2011 at 12:08 AM
    Face the Witch (DEILD)


    I had a few short DEILD-lucids this morning, but initially had no intention of typing them up so my memory has degraded a bit.

    In one, I was engaged in some kind of wrestling match in the call centre where I work. I was fighting a guy who looked a lot like Pauly D from Jersey Shore. His hair was frozen in the same style. Literally frozen, I rammed him into a wall and it shattered. I looked at the judges, and somehow inferred that I had earned some serious points.

    Later, I wandered into one of the training rooms at the side of the huge main floor. It had become somthing like a haunted house. It was dark, and decorated with very worn red fabric all over the place. Something caught my eye in the corner. It was a hideous witch with glowing blue eyes. She was wearing the same red fabric the room was decorated with, and seemed to eminate a sinister red glow from her entire body. Her skin was pale and almost see-through. Now normally, witches are not something I would consider scary, but this one was terrifying. I remember thinking that this was a test devised by my vindictive dreaming brain, to see how much I could take. I ran at her screaming and went to grab her around the neck-
    at which point I woke up.