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I wouldn't mind doing some 3D animations as well. I have some experience with particle simulators and can create some cool particle/smoke effects which are pretty trippy. Here are a couple of things...
Liked On: 01-04-2013, 06:31 PM
Hey everyone :) I'm just here to give everybody an update and thank everybody for the support, honestly I never thought the response would be so huge. I've looked at everybody's posts and guys you...
Liked On: 01-04-2013, 12:18 PM
I kind of see a link, but I may be way off. Could rescuing the babies be your hero side? It could also be your nurturing side. Both of these could feel rusty, or damaged, given that you are in a...
Liked On: 11-14-2012, 02:00 PM
WIP 4 (I'll upload the other WIPs later on) http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/291/3/b/3ba3ad06191db7960a88bde8b2a3e846-d5i8g49.png ...
Liked On: 10-18-2012, 01:24 PM
To quote myself from my DJ: So yeah, last line says it.
Liked On: 10-02-2012, 12:06 PM
lol @ the nonexistent distinction between saying 'that's how it is' and saying 'because it's nature', and your saying 'that's how it's supposed to be'. Anyway, you're wrong; 'men chasing women' is...
Liked On: 09-30-2012, 11:15 PM
Physical particles are the least of it. Materialism is so embedded in our culture that when we hear "cause and effect" we think only of atoms bouncing around like billiard balls, but most of your...
Liked On: 09-17-2012, 12:42 PM
I like this thread, the questions and answers are helping me as well. I might have some of my own when I can figure out how to word them properly.
Liked On: 09-14-2012, 02:08 PM
Yeah tommo, please leave a link... http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100702150415/simpsons/images/6/6a/Mr_Burns_evil.gif
Liked On: 09-14-2012, 12:19 PM
I have nothing to hide, but if I did, I wouldn't post it here.
Liked On: 09-13-2012, 08:54 PM
Whenever possible I put me feet on the toilet seat and squat over it to take a shit. It eases the passing of my stool and leaves less of a mess around my anus. The only problem is it increases the...
Liked On: 09-13-2012, 08:51 PM
Again a question is brought up and two different types of answers are presented: 'why' from an evolutionary perspective and from a psychological one. They're completely different things in my...
Liked On: 09-13-2012, 08:47 PM
I disagree with the idea that males MUST compete for women. Women outnumber men. It's in our nature to compete and show our Alpha side, and women get off on it, but it is not necessary. If you...
Liked On: 09-13-2012, 08:45 PM
My lack of super powers is extremely disappointing
Liked On: 09-12-2012, 05:56 PM
Quitter.
Liked On: 09-12-2012, 12:31 PM
19.07.2016I Don't Know How To Play Guitar! (DILD)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I'm at a gig, having just performed, though what exactly I did escapes me. I watch a man in his 60s come on stage briefly with his guitar before going off again, presumably to fix a broken string. The crowd are cheering excitedly so I gather that he's well-known.
He comes back on, but instead of playing he goes straight into a forward flip stage dive. Watching from the stage, I wince as it looks like he slams his feet down into someone's head, though no one seems to mind. We--me and a few others onstage--watch it replayed in front of us (though not on a screen), and it definitely looks painful.
Lots of people are already crowd surfing so I decide to join in, and notice how quickly I'm passed over the crowd; it's like floating on a river. As I start to near the back of the crowd I realise I'm performing again soon and need to head back, and merely pointing towards the stage makes the crowd pull me there instantly.
I get off the stage and walk past security into the backstage area. I navigate a load of corridors and notice how incredibly ornate everything is. It's like a palace, or a temple.
I'm looking for some kind of dressing room but have no idea exactly what. I know I'm on soon, and get the feeling I'm meant to be playing guitar, but that's it. I've never played guitar in my life.
Finally I find a guy who asks me what I need and I tell him: I'm performing soon need to find a dressing room. He points to the closed door beside him. I tell him I'm supposed to be playing guitar so need to learn how. Halfway through saying this it hits me: I don't know how to play guitar--it's a dream.
I tell him, '...but it's a dream so...', and, not knowing quite what to do with this realisation, front flip magically through the closed door. I land on my back and wake up.
11.07.2016That's How Much I Want This Job (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
So I'm currently job-hunting, and there's a particular job that should've gotten back to me this week--one that I want massively.
The first part I remember is having to crawl across a large pipe above a huge pool of sewage. It stinks even worse than normal sewage I'm sure, and has a distinct vomit smell to it. I'm with three other people at least, split into two groups, though I don't think we're competing at this point.
Me and a girl are taking it in turns to try and cross, but we fall off and into the sewage often. This then makes the pipe more slippery, and makes it harder and harder for us to not throw up ourselves. The girl is using a plate to throw up on so that it doesn't go directly onto the pipe. I don't throw up but I've never been able to taste such a horrific smell in my life. It even follows me into waking life when my alarm goes.
I'm then in a skate park kind of setting, but instead of ramps there is a large multicoloured canvas stretching over about 200 square metres, and raised unevenly at various points, as if a sort of tent roof.
I repeatedly (at least five times) climb up on one side and walk tentatively over what I deem to be the strongest parts to the other side, before jumping down and starting again. I do this in the hopes that it will help me get the job. There are two other people doing the same, far away from me, and one guy in particular I can see; he often picks up a skateboard and attempts to skate on it slowly. I worry that this will get him more points.
Shortly after, in the same area, I'm on an astroturf pitch with various others a competing for the job. There is a coach-type figure, who will decide who gets it. Among the other applicants are some people I knew from school, but never really liked very much.
I can't remember if there's anything he gets us to do, but I go off to the toilet, before worrying that I could be missing valuable time to impress the coach. I realise I've been complacent about my chances, and notice that there are still a lot of people in line to get the job.
I dread to think of the people from my school getting it, as I feel they don't deserve it (they're not even in the same line of work as I am).
30.06.2016Death in the House of Cards (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
First one back. Pretty basic, but it's a start.
I'm in the world of House Of Cards, in some sort of lab. There's some weird green insect, about the size of a small dog, being extracted from Frank--I don't know what for.
A woman doctor is trying to not let me die, while undertaking some kind of operation, I suspect to make me stronger or something. The whole lab ignites from her intensely passionate concentration.
As I leave, I see a guy flicking through politicians' profiles on his computer--including Donald Trump--trying to decide who next to target for whatever reason. He says to me, 'watch the exit'. Walking through the lobby of the building I see someone I recognise say 'I want to shoot someone today'. An innocent passerby overhears but it's too late, and one of the politicians I've just seen on the computer is killed in the crowd.
I walk out the unguarded exit, as part of this was clearly meant to be a distraction. I look to the left to see Trump walking out of the building in a different direction, and I suspect he has been turned into a sleeper agent.
04.01.2013Mugged (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
This dream was pretty intense and vivid, and I woke up with a racing heartbeat. Exciting though.
I'm on a bus with my bags and bedding on the seat next to me. The bus is about a quarter full.
A man that I feel I've seen before [in a previous dream, perhaps?] gets on and tries to sit next to me, despite the countless empty seats elsewhere. He's large, dirty and wears a wedding ring on a purple, frost-bite-looking finger.
I resist, pushing my bags against him, as I suspect he's up to something. I begin to think he may be intending to beg, and feel bad, thinking people might judge me for denying a poor beggar.
Within seconds, however, I see that he's managed to get my phone, iPod and wallet and is hiding them between his legs. I grab my wallet, falling over him into the aisle, shouting
"This man is trying to rob me, someone please help"
People gasp, but don't move. I drop my wallet at the feet of a man in the middle back seat, who slips it into his bag. I give him a look of thanks, knowing I can trust him to give it back to me later.
I get up on my knees and look at the mugger, contemplating fighting him. The feeling that he'd win easily suddenly washes over me, and he explains that stronger people have tried and failed, and he now seems extremely confident.
As I begin to walk away, I find my feet (metaphorically speaking) and turn round to say
"I'm not the biggest fan of the police, but I'm pretty sure that they're very good at their jobs, and pretty soon they WILL get you. And when they do, rest assured that I'll ask them to give you a right kick in the balls from me!"
and walk off the bus to the sound of everyone cheering.
For some reason I soon get back on the bus for the remainder of my journey, and head back upstairs, avoiding the mugger who now sits comfortably at the back. The rest of the passengers sit in fear.
While looking out the window, I get a tap on the shoulder. The mugger offers me my phone, and I scowl at him, trying to figure out his angle, but he tells me it's ringing.
I answer it to my mum, but it's just an answerphone message, and I think to myself I'll ring her later. I give the phone back to the mugger, who's now walking about the top floor, talking one-sidedly to the frightened passengers.
As I go down the stairs I overhear him saying it's only 2 stops until Nottingham Street [not sure if that's a real place, but I was recently in Nottingham for New Years], and I come to the assumption that that's where he's getting off. I now know where to tell the police to find him.
I wait til the bus reaches its next stop and plan to sprint towards the crowded center of town that we'd just driven through. However, when I end up getting off the bus I instead begin writing down the events, as if in a dream journal so that I won't forget, as well as drawing an amazingly detailed picture of an abstract eye.
Remembering my initial plan, I get my phone out (which is mysteriously back in my possession) and ring 999. I ask for the police, but can't hear the man on the other end, who asks a series of irrelevant questions. The line eventually breaks up.
I contemplate ringing back, but I decide it's too late [time starts to merge as I begin to wake up].
Looks like he got away with it.
03.01.2013Lucidity Class (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I'm in a classroom in a lucid dreaming class, feeling complacent as I know more than everyone else.
As the teacher starts to talk about reality checks, I hover out of my chair and fly around the classroom, while everyone moans that I'm showing off.