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    2/22/20 - Car-Stealin' and Justice-Dealin'

    by spellbee2 on 02-23-2020 at 05:33 AM
    I'm driving with my dad, taking him to some appointment downtown. He seems really out of it, and the whole interaction with the doctor takes a lot longer than normal because he's giving them weird answers to their questions about his medical histor. We eventually leave and head back to the car, when I look at my watch and realize it's 1pm. I remember that I had an errand I had to run before the place closed at noon (I actually did have that in real life), and I start getting incredibly frustrated with myself, since this is the second appointment I've missed this week. I start to beat myself up about it, but then I start to think back, and I can't remember when I woke up. Holy crap, I must be dreaming! I do a quick nose pinch and find that I really am dreaming.

    This is my first lucid in months, so I start to wonder what I should do. Behind me is a busy highway, so I decide to take a page out of GTA and try stealing a car. I know that I'm invincible, so I decide to run out into the middle of the interstate towards the first car I see, jump towards it, and grab onto the side. I look in the window to see a whole family of 4 inside, all screaming in terror at me. Thinking that it'd probably be difficult (and unsafe) to throw all four of them out of the car, I decide to let go and try again with the next car, a large brown van. I hang onto the drivers' side and look through the window. This time, I see a 90-year-old lady driving, completely oblivious to the fact that I was right outside her window. I tap on the glass, but she still doesn't look away from the road. I inch my way further into her field of view, and eventually she notices me. "Oh goodness, dear, you startled me. You know my little old heart can't take it." She had a friendly smile on her face as she said it. I decide she's too nice to throw out on the road, so I apologize, wave goodbye, and let go of her car.

    The next car I see go by is a convertible, with two men holding guns out the windows - apparently having just come from robbing a bank. Ah, that seems like a morally-justifiable car to steal. I somehow run to catch up with the car, leap towards it, and grab onto the trunk. I start climbing my way towards the front, but as I get on top, the convertible top starts to pull apart. Meanwhile, the driver has noticed I'm on top of the car and has started swerving in an attempt to knock me off. Eventually, this swerving causes the convertible top to completely rip out of the car, sending me tumbling across the pavement. I look up just in time to see the car pulling off the road into a Publix parking lot. They both hop out of the car and into the store, and I quickly give chase after them.

    The inside of the store is a labyrinth - aisles are arranged in no particular layout, criss-crossing in a ton of different directions. The store's also very busy, with a ton of people around. And to make matters worse, the store is filled with Valentine's Day balloons, which block visibility around most corners. I chase the robbers on foot as best as I can, but I eventually lose sight of them. I pause in front of the deli to try to figure out which direction they went in, when a man taps me on the shoulder.
    "Hey man, I need a favor. I ordered a sub that should be done soon, but I really, really need to take a poo. Can you hold my place in line?"
    "Uh... I'm kinda busy."
    "PLEASE, I'm dying here!"
    I spot the robbers through the glass of one of the "Employees Only" doors. "I really can't help you man, sorry!" I shout, taking off for the door.

    I make it through the door and spot the two of them behind a second door, apparently counting up the money from their haul. I walk through the door to confront them, and immediately both of them point their guns at me.
    "Put your hands up! Now!"
    I observe the guns in my face - both revolvers. I reassure myself that I'm still dreaming. "Okay. But what if I don't?"
    Both of them look at each other, perplexed. The first one cocks his gun. "Okay wise guy, then what if I pull this trigger?"
    "Mmmm, I don't think that's a good idea."
    BANG! He pulls the trigger, only for his gun to backfire a ton of ash and smoke in his face. "Yeah, that's the problem with those things - you gotta make sure your bullets are facing the right way in the chamber. Otherwise it makes a big mess."
    The second guy fires his gun, with an identical result. I take a moment to tease them some more. "C'mon guys, is this your first first-degree murder?"

    The first guy, having regained his composure, checks his chamber to make sure his bullet is correct, and pulls the trigger again. The scene cuts to a side view in super slow motion. The bullet exits the chamber, flies towards me, and bounces off my forehead. With my super speed, I grab the bullet out of the air. I then pull the spent magazine out of the gun, which still has some gunpowder in it. I pour it into my hand, and then fling it into the man's face. For good measure, I also grab a hair net from the deli counter nearby and pull it over his face - and then just slap him a few times just to really rub it in.

    The scene goes back to normal, with the guy again covered in ash (and this time, the hair net). Both of them seem to realize what's happening now. "So, are you fellas done now, or do I have to kick your butts a little more to let the lesson really sink in?" They both look at each other, and then slowly place their guns on the ground. "That's what I thought."

    The scene fast forwards, and I'm now standing over both men, who are sitting on the curb in handcuffs. I apparently work for the FBI, as I have just phoned in to tell them that I've caught the suspects. I'm now looking through my phone at some database info on the two guys.
    "We're probably going to jail for a few days, right?"
    I scroll down in my phone to the section on the charges they'll be getting for the robbery, which include 3 counts of first-degree murder for the three Toads (from Super Mario) that were apparently working at the bank. "Oh, don't worry, bud. You'll be going to jail for a lot of days."

    Updated 02-23-2020 at 05:37 AM by spellbee2


    7/21/18 Nap - Flying Lucid Wrestling

    by spellbee2 on 07-22-2018 at 06:09 AM
    Heyyy, it's been well over a year since my last entry. So here's a fantastic one from today (hopefully the first of many) to get this DJ active again.

    I wasn't really trying for a lucid, I just kinda fell asleep while watching YouTube videos. But as soon as I was dreaming, I immediately know it is a dream (or at least, I don't really remember any one point where I became lucid). The dream is all about this sport for lucid dreamers that I can only describe as a combination between Blitzball from Final Fantasy, and sumo wrestling. There's a big spherical playing area, marked out by several semi-transparent triangular panels forming a dome of sorts (think like the dome at Epcot, but much smaller, with fewer triangles), all supported by four large poles, one on each corner, with smaller poles extending to hold the panels in place. Several of the panels are retractable, to serve as doors into the play area. Each panel is somehow slightly padded, although it managed to remain at least mostly see-through.

    The sport was played between 2 participants (apparently both lucid dreamers). Both contestants start at the center of the sphere, and at the sound of the whistle, have to use any means necessary to push their opponents into one of the panels, which scores a point. No special dream powers can be used except for flight. A sensor on each panel can detect when contact is made and from which competitor. The game is played for either some total time limit or point limit (I never actually saw a full match, so I don't really know).

    As an apparent celebrity in this lucid universe, I am selected to go against the current champion on the first ever televised broadcast of the sport. Of course, since I've been out of lucid practice for some time (and not really that good at sports), I'm scared that I will be swiftly defeated. Luckily, since the first televised event is a pretty big deal for the sport, the league has provided me a team of trainers to prepare me for the big match. We have several training sessions at my grandma's old house.

    For one of my exercises, I practice focusing my strength by trying to punch the ground with enough force to crack it. But the first 5 or 6 times I try, my fist moves very slowly, almost like I'm trying to punch at something underwater. Getting slightly frustrated, I remind myself that this is a dream, and focus my attention at remembering that I am in control and can punch with as much force as I like. I take a deep breath, focus for a bit, and try punching once more. This time, my fist moves at normal speed, but it feels like a normal punch, and the ground doesn't break from the impact (though thankfully, neither does my fist). I'm a bit disappointed, but one of my trainers comes over and grabs me by the shoulders. He looks me in the eyes and says, "Listen to me: forget about the punching. Can you fly?"
    "Of course," I say, as I lift myself up and start to hover.
    "Then you can fight."
    I realize he's right, and begin to focus on practicing my flying.

    The scene fast forwards to right before the fight. The entire atmosphere is on edge, as a lot of TV crew are rushing around making sure everything is set up perfectly for our broadcast. I'm backstage behind the main entrance to the stadium, and I finally meet my opponent - he's actually incredibly nice. "No hard feelings man - now whatd'ya say we go out there and give them a show." The intense music starts playing in the stadium, and we start to walk out. One of the stagehands shouts at me to come back - I'm supposed to be coming in from another entrance on the other side - but it's too late to fix, as I'm already out in the spotlight. I try to play it cool, but I'm a tad embarrassed that I messed up the production.

    We end up meeting in the middle, right outside the sphere, with the announcer, who interviews us both (I don't remember what is said). After that, we prepare to enter the dome. I apparently mess up the production again - we were supposed to walk around opposite sides of the dome for dramatic effect, but I accidentally walk the same way as my opponent. Maybe they should've had a rehearsal if they were gonna make it this complicated. Somehow, I end up getting lost on the way and end up in the audience, where I hear a rather old lady complaining. "Why do they have to have pads around the ring now? I remember in my day, we didn't bother with stopping people against them, we just let them keep flying away." I realize where the dome is, so I try walking to it up what is basically a mountain of foam padding. I start getting exhausted on my way up, when I remember that I'm dreaming, so I can fast forward if I like. I blink my eyes, and I'm now standing in front of the door to the dome with my opponent.

    We both enter. As we prepare to fight, the announcer drops one final "twist" on us. In order to spice things up for the TV viewing audience, they added a few "gimmick" rounds. The first one was the "Foam Round", and the sphere was quickly filled with tons of large foam blocks (kind of like the ones used in safety pits in gymnastics). A few of them were colored blue, and according to the announcer, if we managed to grab any of them, we would be give a special power we could use in the fight. The whistle blew, and I immediately started frantically trying to "swim" through the pool of foam. I didn't seem to get anywhere, as the foam was firm enough that it was difficult to push against, but small and fluid enough that my arms couldn't gain any traction against them. This went on for a few minutes, but judging by how long my flailing went undeterred, I imagine my opponent was struggling to find leverage as well. This really can't be good television...

    I falsely awaken - or rather, I "awaken" by removing a VR helmet from my head. I look around to see a large camera crew around me, with a green screen behind me. I realize that I'm part of some documentary on the technology behind VR. I also realize that I'm standing well outside of the safe playing area for the VR headset, and if I had flailed any more to the side, I would've knocked over one of the cameras. I apologize profusely, although I am also a bit disappointed that perhaps what I had experienced was not a lucid dream. At least, until I woke up from that dream to find that it was!

    6/23/17 - Hobos and Star Spray

    by spellbee2 on 06-23-2017 at 10:31 PM
    Iím at this very low-scale housing complex. Itís apparently part of some city project to provide low-cost houses to homeless people so they can stay off the streets. However, most of the houses are in serious disrepair - many have giant holes in the ceilings, one or two are missing doors and windows, and one is missing an entire wall. The people there arenít exactly the best-looking either - I spot one woman smoking a crack pipe, and another guy is pacing back and forth uttering ďno door, no doorĒ repeatedly like a madman. I finish whatever errand I was sent there to do and hop back in my car, which some guy I apparently know is driving.

    We head off down the road and continue for a few minutes. After a while, I look over to say something to the driver, but heís disappeared! I grab the steering wheel from the passenger side and try to keep the car on the road, since it seems to keep accelerating for some reason. I quickly realize this isnít working, so I try to climb over to the driverís side and regain control. It takes some maneuvering, but I manage to plop down in the seat and look up - just in time to watch as I pop over the curb and into someoneís yard. I slam on the brakes and turn the steering wheel to the left, hoping to veer away from crashing into the house, but my momentum is too great and I slam through the wall of the house.

    I quickly realize Iím fine, but turn to look at the huge hole Iíve created in the brick wall. I start freaking out, worrying about paying for the wall, paying for the car repairs, and probably getting my license suspended. This canít be happening, I think to myself. I instinctively plug my nose to RC,
    and much to my relief, I realize Iím dreaming. I get out of the car and stabilize a bit while I walk. I notice the previous driver now standing at the curb - he waves at me and decides to accompany me while I walk, but I donít say anything, since Iím focused on the TOTM that Iíve had in mind all month.

    I imagine shooting stars falling from the sky, and soon enough I see one falling and landing somewhere. I try willing one to land closer, and eventually one lands on the other side of the street. I walk over to the landing site and pick it up. Itís shaped like a star bit from Super Mario Galaxy, and itís made of semi-transparent plastic, so I can see something else is inside. I pry it open and inspect its contents - a small perfume spritzer with a white feathery top. I spray it on my arm to smell it - the scent is fruity and incredibly pleasant. In fact, it smells so good that I decide that I have to taste it too, and I quickly spray several times into my mouth, finding that it tastes quite fruity as well. The guy following me asks me if he can look it, so I hand it to him, and he continues to spray it all over my body. The smell starts to be a bit overpowering, but itís still quite nice. He stops, and I look down to see that my skin is glowing, and all over my body is a distinct tingling sensation. I feel my body start to lift into the sky, but I soon wake up.
    lucid , task of the month

    4/19/17 - Spring Comp Night 5

    by spellbee2 on 04-19-2017 at 04:38 PM
    Iím on a Youtube gaming show where we play terrible video games. Weíre trying to decide what game to play next, when we stumble across a Barbie-branded ripoff of Rocket League, thatís apparently so badly made that it will break your Wii if you try to save your game.

    Iím apparently trying to make a chess board out of M&Mís to send to a friend in prison. My brother (a policeman IRL) comes in excited about getting a jury summons, because he knows the case that itís for. He drives me and him down to the DMV so he can turn in some jury-related paperwork. It doesnít take long, because apparently this DMV has a drive-thru.

    Iím back at college. The main building for all the classes (which is notoriously known for having an incredibly confusing room numbering system) has been reorganized, so all the rooms are sorted into letter and color codes to find them easier. Iím walking with my mom, trying to help her find some classroom sheís looking for.

    Iím riding in a car with a woman from my church, and just about everyone on the road seems to be swerving or generally driving recklessly. I look out the window and see the same woman in another car, with all of her family riding with her. ďStrange, that seems like something that would happen in a dream.Ē We then start talking about lucid dreaming, and I say something along the lines of, ďYeah, if this was a dream, Iíd know because this car would be driving in the grass or up a wall or something.Ē
    Thatís when I finally realize that we are driving in the grass, and become fully lucid.

    The car somehow just kind of dissolves, and I find myself walking in these ancient ruins that I seem to think are Roman architecture. Iím kind of being drawn into this dark temple-like building, but I stop myself, and realize that Iíve complained for a while about how not enough of my lucids are outdoors. So instead, I turn around and decide to explore my surroundings. I rub my hands to stabilize a bit, but already the dream is incredibly clear - possibly one of my clearest lucids in a long time. As I pass between some overturned pillars that had begun to sprout grass out of their cracks, I come across a bright golden statue of a knight on a pedestal in the middle of a clearing. As I approach it, it comes to life and extends its sword to hand it to me. I take it and try swinging it around - it feels very solid, but itís about 6 feet long and awkward to control. ďGot anything smaller?Ē I ask. Without saying a word, he takes his sword back and hands me smaller sword thatís much more manageable. He also hands me a shield, but it feels more like a pie tin in the shape of a shield - it doesnít even have a handle to grab it, so I just kind of awkwardly hold it by the side.

    This whole interaction with him seems incredibly symbolic, so I ask, ďWhat exactly do you represent?Ē Just then, he gets into a fighting stance and starts attacking me. He slashes me once across the legs, which knocks me down at first. But after the initial sting goes away, I feel no pain and get back up again. We fight for a bit, until I finally get a swing it at his legs. He falls hard to the ground, writhing in pain. His helmet falls off from the impact, and I see him crying like a little kid as he starts throwing a tantrum (which I find somewhat humorous).
    I kind of lose lucidity at this point, and the dream turns into more of a movie. The character I was playing is apparently a teenager who was diagnosed with cancer, and because of his treatment was incredibly bedridden and unable to walk. Because of this, he uses lucid dreams to be able to walk again and experience that freedom. The knight is touched by his story, and mentions that he will grant him a fresh start. The main character then wakes up in his bed and suddenly realizes that he is 5 years younger - apparently back to the time the cancer began to develop, giving him a chance to get it treated in the early stages.

    4 NLDs - 4
    WBTB - 2
    DILD - 10
    Stabilize - 1
    Interact w/ DC - 2

    Night Total - 19 pts
    lucid , memorable

    4/15/17 - Spring Comp Night 1

    by spellbee2 on 04-15-2017 at 06:22 PM
    Apologies in advance for my writing - according to my offline DJ, my last lucid was on February 22nd, so itís been way too long since Iíve written anything up fully like this. But WOW, leave it to competitions to finally break me out of my lucidless rut.

    Iím apparently good friends with Austin Hargrave (ďPeanutButterGamerĒ on Youtube), and Iím meeting him and another friend at a local pizza place. I contemplate asking him for tips on starting my own gaming channel on Youtube, but suddenly remember I need to call ahead and reserve a table.

    A house in my neighborhood that Iíve apparently been looking into buying just got sold to an elderly couple, and I drive by in my car to see them ceremoniously signing the final papers out on the front porch.

    I do a WBTB, and then fall back asleep with no dreams. I wake up about an hour later and manage to DEILD into a dream. Iím standing outside of a McDonaldís in the drive-thru lane. I RC by looking at my right hand - Iím first intrigued by how realistic it looks, but as I move it my fingers start turning invisible. My left arm is raised above my head for some reason, but Iím unable to move it. I assume itís up there because thatís where my real arm is, so I attempt to ďseparateĒ my dream arm from it. This sort of works - I now have a second left arm that I can control, but my original left arm is still raised. Somehow the dream starts to destabilize, but I manage to recover it enough and find myself in my bedroom at my old house. I stop to think of my 3-step tasks, and since the first one is to fly, I jump out my bedroom window and start flying. Underneath me, the entire landscape is a frozen tundra (an odd sight for a Florida home). I start to hear background music and quickly recognize it as the City Escape theme from Sonic Adventure 2. I continue to look around, but because all the snow around me is white, the entire dream turns white and I wake up.

    Two of my friends arrive at my house to hang out. One of them, who just got back from his architecture internship in California, has a projector screen under his arm and asks if I have a projector he can use to show us his portfolio.

    Iím at a cabin in the mountains, working undercover as a hiker trying to infiltrate some drug trafficking operation going on nearby. I manage to sneak into this warehouse nearby owned by one of the local gangs, but while Iím gathering evidence, a rival gang starts attacking the compound. I try to hide to make sure Iím not spotted by either gang, and somehow manage to sneak back out. I run to a laptop that Iíve stashed nearby to report back to headquarters, but before I can do that, one of the gang leaders comes from around the corner and points a gun at my head. I immediately become lucid and manage to strip the gun from his hands. The rest of the gang appears behind him and starts shooting at me, but because Iím lucid the bullets donít even penetrate the skin. I start firing back to take them down, but it turns out theyíre invincible as well for some reason. One of my team members throws some kind of grenade that magically turns them all into balloons, and then fires at them with a special dart gun to pop and kill them all. Soon after, a helicopter arrives to pick us up, and as we head back to headquarters, we fly over my college campus, which has a ton of new state-of-the-art buildings.

    For some reason, we have Easter church service in my bedroom, and I sing a duet with some other girl in the youth group, which manages to sound halfway decent despite having microphone difficulties.

    Iím at my old high school, where thereís an intramural softball game between my high school graduating class and a ton of DV members. Iím watching from the sidelines since I technically fall into both groups, but Iím secretly rooting for DV, and start cheering wildly when we score 2 runs on a sacrifice fly.

    Night 1
    5 NLDs - 5
    WBTB - 2
    First WILD (DEILD) - 10
    RC/Stabilization - 1
    Fly + 1st Step - 10
    First DILD - 10
    Gain Invulnerability - 5

    Night 1 Total - 43 pts