Thread: story of a dream

Shouldn't post it in senseless banter though, it's just going to turn into random shit.

i think he wants to remain with 0 posts. this is his only forum.

Wow...


That was actually surprisingly good, no-name. Needs a lot of work on the spelling, grammar and punctuation, sure, but I like the premise of it. Now you've got me all excited to have another lucid dream soon.

Keep up the good work.

Originally Posted by freefire

i think he wants to remain with 0 posts. this is his only forum.

i agree with spart!

INVASION!!!!!

wow! im glad i got so many replys and i dont really know where to put it besides SB, and FF is right, i like my 0 post count. im glad you like it! and that picture you guys are spamming me with is awesome, ill be updating it when i can.

Originally Posted by no-name

i should be banned for this rediculous post, but as ive told several people, im writing a story, and now i have it. here it is! READ IT.




-story of a dream-






I wake up.


-1-


i get out of bed and brush my teeth. while getting ready for school i eat my breakfast.
I walk out my door when
a dragon stops me and says "what are you doing?"
i am going to school i say.
in your underwear? the dragon remarks.
i look down and think how embarressing it would have been to walk into
school with no pants on.
"that wasnt really what was going to happen, i just told you and you thought it" the dragon said crypticly
"what was going to happen?" i asked.
take a look said the dragon waving his arm toward my yard
there was nothing past my sidewalk.
i then remembered a dream just like this i had been having latly where i
fall continuously of the side of my house.
so what are you going to do now? the dragon inquired.
"well i was going to school" i then say proudly "so im going to"
and i do.


-2-


in school the dragon follows me and says "are you not still in your undies?"
"no" quickly looking down to make sure i still am not showing my underwear. im not.
at school the teacher i hate comes up to me and says
"kids these days running around with no decent clothes on, my word it will be
the end of civilization!"
so i reply in the same tone i use when my freinds are around
"yeah right im not gonna fall for that stupid trick".
my teacher is appalled that i have pants on, and walks off grumpily.
"that was great!" the dragon comments happily. "your stupid but learn quickly!
uh-oh"...
"what do you mean im stupid!?" i blurt out being extremely offended.
"im perfectly smart!
didnt you see me tell off that idiot teacher?!"
"im a dragon".


-3-


what?....
I Am A Dragon.
no your not
"why not?"
because dragons ar'nt real.
"why not?"
because no one ever found any proof of any dragon! dead or alive!
"and yet im here."
are you real then?
"are YOU real?"
i think about it and am not exactly sure...
so i do the most stereotyped thing i could think of.
i pinch myself.
i dont think it hurt.
i put 2 and 2 together.
im dreaming.
ive got to wake up!

...floating...nothing...light...


-4-


"hollld on there buddy" the dragon says.

somehow i feel awake, and aware,
wow im asleep in a dream! why do i feel so differnt?
is that a bubble around me? what can i do in a dream?
is that dragon my consience or somthing stupid like that?
why cant i wake myself up? why havnt i noticed that he is a FREAKING DRAGON!?
a'ight the dragons signaling for me to calm down. mabye he knows more.
he pops the bubble but the bubble dosnt make noise or splash when it pops.
all right now that your listening i can explain more
1 you ARE dreaming
2 while you are in the bubble i cannot hear you.
3 while you are in the bubble you cannot hear anything.
4 you cannot manipulate the world while inside the bubble.
5 you ca-
i can manipulate the world? i ask eagerly.
the dragon sighs and tells me to shut up for now.
5 you cannot wake up while in the bubb-
i imediatly try to wake up but im already in the bubble again.
the dragon sighs and slowly writes, "THAT IS WHY YOU ARE STUPID" in the air with his claw.
"YOU CAN SIT THERE FOR A WHILE IF YOU WANT". the messages fade away and the dragon walks away.


-5-


im in the bubble and im ANYTHING but bored.
i still dont think im stupid, i can manipulate things?
who is the dragon? what is this bubble? to many question am i awake or what?
why didnt i notice the dragon before? when i went to school did i walk? how did i get to school?
all these questions. can i think worse in the bubble? mabye better?
all right the dragons coming back, be calm.
"ok what are you going to do?" the dragon asks as he releases me from the bubble
"im going" i say calmly "to ask a couple questions"
"you are absolutly allowed that pleasure"
how do i manipulate things? i bluntly ask.
"im going to explain that soon."
how about you? "what are you"?
"im a dragon" "duh"
"yah bu-"
"have you ever seen a cartoon where there is a devil and a angel on peoples shoulder?"
"only once."
"thats me."
the angel or the devil?
"the middle one."
i stare at him with a look that hopfully said make up your mind!
"all right can i explain now?" asks the patient dragon.
...all right.
will you interupt?
...no...
"all right then" and off he goes into the sky.


-6-


where are you going? i ask as he flys away
in response he says "where are you going?"
"well your flying away!"
"and yet im right here beside you" quite matter of factly.
i then realise im next to him while he flys about ten thousand feet in the air.
AAAAAAAH! i slip and start falling down past the dragon
i imeadiatly stop, there is a bubble around me.
im floating above the clouds looking down at the world.
in a bubble.
a purple bubble no less.
i know the dragon put me in this bubble but how did i get up here in the first place?
had the dragon taken me? had i flown? had i been teleported up here?
i am waiting for the dragon to come back.
and while i wait i think about manipulation.
not doing any thing of it.
but the word itself.
whose dream was this? mine? the dragons? somone elses?
then i think, is the dragon god? of course not, i think.
an hour later the dragon still hasnt come back.
if i was flying, which i thought i was then could i do other things?
could i do what i wanted? it was my dream.
so the dragons not coming back any time soon.
lets try it.
fly!


-7-


nothing happens.
i swear under my breath, i was positive this would work.
the dragons coming back, i try to display as much impatience as i can,
"well, did you try? says the dragon unexcitedly.while removing the bubble.
"try what?" i try to look as un-flying like as possible.
"do you want to go back in the bubble?" the dragon has no freindly features as of now.
"do you mean try to fly?" i ask as if that was the most insane thing in the world.
i could tell he was going to put me in the bubble so i tried telling the truth.
"yeah i guess i did try to fly."
"but why and how do you know?" i replayed that coversation in my head.
it dint sound quite right but the dragon made sense of it anyways.
"because you flew beside me earlier and it is imperitive that you learn to manipulate the world."
this time it didnt sound exactly like manipulate, but it was understandable.
"why do you say manipulate all the time?"
"it is for lack of a better word."
i could not think of a better word than control,
but he just laughed quietly when he heard that.
"do you know wy you could not fly?"
with this the dragon surprised me with an impressive display of scales, and talons, and teeth.
"because it didnt work, thats why,"
"do you remember the rules i had laid down a while back?"
i did remember some rules but none that said i was not allowed to fly,
"yeah, sorta."
the dragon then said quite matter of factly "then you will remember rule number 4
which states that you cannot manipulate anything while inside the bubble,"
i was flabbergasted that i had not remembered that,
i didnt know what to do next, were there more questions in my head?
the dragon could tell there was an awkward silence,
"so try again" said the dragon.
i was yet again in shock, "my brain is NOT fuctioning properly" i said out loud.
so i try yet again, and to my amazement, it works!


-8-


amazing!
the only word that could come close to what i was feeling!
i was flying arms outstrecthed and looking down as if in a airplane,
there was not a thing that could bring me down.
i had tryed flying when younger after reading a calvin and hobbes comic,
all i got were scrapes and bruises, but not now not ever would my feet touch the ground.
there were many kinds of flight i experimented with,
i tried flying like superman with one arm outstrecthed,
i tried flying in various poses like, feet first, and laying down,
the dragon was down on the ground the entire time, i wondered why he did not enjoy
flying all the time.
as i pity'ed (needs citation) him he flew up with me and reminded the reason i could fly,
he said "you are in a dream" he said as if he knew how much i loved flying.
"and because you are in your own dream you can do much more than just fly"
i was so blown away by being able to fly, i completly forgot that intresting bit of information.
but what could i do? i could think of nothing.
the dragon heard me pause and suggested "dont you have a computer game you like?"
i knew which game he was talking about, it was like world of warcraft or everquest.
why couldnt i remember its name?
somthing clicked, what could i do even in the game?
would i play?
that would be boring compared to flying.
all these thoughts came almost imeditly (needs citation) but even so the dragon
somehow knew what i was thinking.
i could tell.
the game you play is veiwed from an overhead veiw.
it does not have the best graphics i the world.
it has several glitches that mess the game up.
fix them.
"but how wouyld i get to my ga-
but i was quickly cut off by my own stupidity/brilliantness.

-9-


i start off at the menu where i hit start online play and it starts loading the level.
i can see the screen but nothing else.
the dragon notes "why is it loading?"
i laugh at the computer as it skips the three minute loading proccess.
i choose my charecter and head of to the forest of theives at breakneck speeds never avilible
to me or anyone else in the game.
i think about the time it takes to level up.
i could cheat.
but i wont, i'll just make myself one level higher.
i zone in on the boss of this section and hit him with all my best attacks.
taking enourmous damage the creature recoils and charges at me.
i panic and dive out of the way, my major speciel attacks are gone but i can still
mannually sword attack.
we gradually pick at each others life until my opponent falls.
the dragon interludes and says "impressive display but its time to get to
a different scenario."
i follow him somewhere out of the game while i explain my encounter
with the beast.
we land or fly into or get to some kind of wood.
"do you know your fairy tales?"
"sorta, what kind?"
"lets say Little Red Riding Hood?." i didnt think it was much of a fairy tale though.
"good, then i want you to make the story follow along as it should,
but at the end find a creative way to mess the entire story up.
can you do that for me?" the dragon requested.
i knew i could screw around with anything in my dream, but the problem was the
creative part.
"sure i can do that easy."
"all right then" and with that the dragon dissapeers.

-where the chapters lose there numbers-

as i predicted little red riding hood came walking down the path.
in the background there was a cottage that she had come from.
and far ahead of her was a grand mansion with many butlers.
"wait" i thought to myself.
in the story i was taught the grandmother lived in a cottage not unlike like little red riding hoods house.
at least in the pictures she did.
i had to give a bit of a push and tell myself i was still dreaming but i changed the mansion into a small cottage.
it was just about time for little red riding hood to forget the warning of staying on the trail.
and as predicted she started picking flowers.
but they werent roses or daiseys or even bluebells.
nope, she picked thistles.
and all the while she sang a tune that rhymed to me and her when not closely inspected.
~pretty flowers pretty flowers
i am picking some pretty flowers
for my grandma-ma
pretty pretty flowers~
thistles.
not as hard a push was needed to change this blatant mistake.
as little red riding hood was nearing where the wolf was the wolf popped out on to the road predictably, and said,
"where are you going little girl?"
"im going to my grandmothers house!" little red riding hood exclaimed as if a six foot tall salivating
wolf had not just jumped out in the middle of the road.
in an almost mock high squeeky voice the wolf says "and im going to my daddys house!"
i stare in shock, he was serious.
i am not sure how im going to fix this one, but ill try.
i sat and thought for a while when the idea came to me,
rewind! thats what ill do,
its not the easiest thing to do in the dream/fairy tale world that im in.
but it works and it has the backwards motion of everything like in a movie,
pausing is just as hard but i manage it.
"whats a creative way to do this?" i said aloud to myself.
i sat a while while everything was paused, and it took a while but i got it.
i re-wired the wolfs brain to be more or less hungry.
im not sure why i did it but i think it might have helped me,
i made a belt that looked like VCR or DVD controls, as in it had the rewind button,
the fastforward, the pause and stop and play.
it was grey and very light.
it seemed to make it just that more beleivable for me to go back and forth through time.
i stare at my belt and look at the buttons and think what it would be like to fastforward.
i do what anyone would have done in my place, i pressed the button.

-nothing could describe the felling-

it was as i thought. it was bendy and still, yet soft and solid.
besides being total opposites it was almost pleasent, so pleasnt that i almost lost
track of the time.
i then thought to myself can you lose track of time while time travelling?
much less while in a dream?
am i dreaming?
or is this real?
if its real how do i know?
are aliens playing with the world as if it were a game of chess?
again the word didnt sound like it was supposed to.
aliens/extra terristrial/other beings they all seemed to jumble together.
a fog.
a strange fog comes over the world, my surrondings, and me.
blackness.

-when wisdom is lost-

at my friend chris's house i went up in his staircase, i go up about three stories of stairs,
when i get to the top i see his room split into two sides.
on one side the walls are pink and many girly things, and on the other side lots of blue and black are on the walls.
he points to the left side of the room and says "thats my half"
he then points to the right side of the room and rather dissapointedly "and that mess is my sister's half"
i heard an accent on "that".
we go on to another part of the room where a giant slide is located,
"i thought we werent supposed to be here" i said.
without responding he pushed me down the slide and i fell, i didnt slide down, i fell down its inky blackness.
just falling faster and faster and faster until the slide finnally opened up into light.
where at the bottom a dragon was seeming to wait for somthing.
"should i spell it out for you again?" the dragon said.
what are you talking about? i asked.
"you are dreaming!"
nearly before he began to say it i thought to myself shouldnt i wake up?

-anger took control-

in a purple bubble im slamming myself into the walls and trying anything possible to wake up
i scream to myself "wake up!" "WAKE UP!"
the dragon has been circling the bubble as i do this to myself.
"LET ME WAKE UP" i scream to the dragon, all the while knowing im doing
nothing to help myself.
he cant hear me. no one can.
am i in an assylum?
i question my sanity in thought and in speech.
i try and recall everything and everything i ever learned about dreaming,
i knew if you pinched yourself it didnt hurt as proved before, but that led to a diffrent question.
why was my head hurting from hitting it on the bubble?
i had deemed the dragon evil for making me endure such pain.
he had written nothing from the time in my "REAL" dream up to now,
and he certainly didnt look like he was going to anytime soon.
i was panting as if i had run a marathon.
but my mind was what was running.
if i could fly, if i could do anything, or "manipulate things" as the dragon said,
could i not get myself out of a simple bubble?
if i tried would i fall?
i was, after all floating about fivehudred feet above my previous dream.
i had also figured out that i have had the dream about chris before.
i didnt even know anyone named chris.
if i popped the bubble could i fly?
i could fly before, i should be able to fly now.
so i will. i will pop the bubble.
it made an odd unrealistic swishing noise as if a large wind had blown through the trees.
but what was strange, stranger of course than being in a dream.
the dragon "popped in the same way the bubble did,
and he did so with a strange grimace on his face.
and i was alone.

-the newfound brilliance of my dream-

i was alone.
i was floating, i could have flown, but no.
i was alone.
i now missed the clarity of the bubble, i had thought so much clearer in it.
i willed myself softly to the ground, on the ground i thought of my anger inside the bubble.
i looked at my scar i had had since the second grade.
i had wished many times to get rid of it, and now i realised i could.
i was in a dream, i could do anything, but what to do?
i thought of insparation, i thought of the greek word for insperation.
muse.
i could do anything, so why not summon my muse to give me ideas?
thats what they were supposed to have done.
i summon my thought and pull together a muse, of some sorts.
it was pretty much what i thought a muse might look like.
i had summoned it for a reason so i was going to use it, or her, whatever.
"give me INSPERATION!" i yelled at it.
i thought it was comical, and apparently so did she, i started sweating profusly.
it began to get un'funny but i got an idea.
an ocean, preferably not made of sweat
an ocean, where to put it?
"why not put it everywhere?" the muse suggested.
"sure, why not", my voice sounded weak from my yelling.
an ocean started pouring from an invisable faucet high above me, and with it all the fish and
whales and underwater plants i could think of.
a bathing suit was all that was needed, so i picked one up from what was now a beach and cannonballed in.
it was nice and warm, unlike the time i had had a nightmare about drowning.
i pushed the thought from my mind before it became a reality in itself.
thinking of the little mermaid i called two dolphins and jumped up on them.
they were slippery but i avoided that and skied on them, a nice breeze went through my
hair as i skillfully drove the dolphins.
the dolpins seemed to be enjoying the ride as much as i was.
like a conducter waves her baton i waved my arms and willed fish out.
dancing in and out of the water.
gradually i pushed larger and larger fish out of the water until i found a great blue whale, proudly showing off,
the whale jumpeed majesticly into the air and seemed to fly for several seconds,
time seemed to slow down and water droplets swam in the water and air alike.
the splash was the biggest. anywhere.
the wave spanned over a thousand feet,
instinctivly i pulled a surf board out of my back pocket, shoved it under my feet and rode the
wave untill it seemed i could touch the moon if i went any higher.
out of many hawiian surfers i was best.
out of the fish in the sea i was prime.
out of any of the clouds in the sky i was highest.
brilliant.
i wasnt sure i this was better than flying or not.
flying, the surfboard morphed into a oversized kite. i jumped on top of it and flew with the gulls and pelicans.

-ying-yang-

i wasnt dreaming.
there was no way i was dreaming, it was all to vivid.
if this was dreaming then i never want to wake up.
never.
i could do anythng.
the dragon, the pitiful thing he was.
he underestimated everything here, he probably could have indulged himself in this as well as i could.
i was thinking this as if he was gone, but he was "wasnt he?"
i said the last phrase aloud as if something or someone would answer.
the dragon had said he was my con-
unexplainably and within half a second, my body laying on the sand in front of a beach split into two parts,
i was seeing double.
one of me was somewhat darker than the other who was somehow cleaner.
at this point i realised i was seeing this from above.
one looked a bit happier than the other, i could not for the life of me tell which.
they were on seperate sides of the beach, but the beach was connected.
nothing else was split like me.
all these were little details compared tto what they were trying to do.
they were, or, i was, trying to convince the other to wake up.
but of course for different reasons,
the clean one was saying, "this is against everything you stand for! its bad. your playing god here,
because you can do anything your trying to impersonate god!"
this startled me as i hadnt thought of religon the entire dream.
the darker side was saying "you can do nothing here, its all fake! you cant do anything here,
you will never really get what you want. it will never become real"
this was just my conscuince speaking. and like my previous embodiment of my conciounce i sent them on there way,
squableing as if i was still there.
walking down the beach peacefully was nice.
it was very nice,there was no trash, there were no other people, there were no dead fish. and no land to connect it to.
eventually i got bored with the beach and called back my muse.
although it was funny i didnt want a repeat of the ocean so i selected my words carefully.
im bored.
i realise now that i probably could have chosen a better muse.
comicly i became a board of wood.
i was getting tired of the bad puns so i said with a straight face to the muse
"give me somthing to do without turning it into a pun"
she turned me back into a human and handed me a large sword, turned me around and dissapeared.

-a flood of ideas-

there was no more beach, only a deserted landscape of city.
it gave me a creepy feeling although with my sword in hand i trudged forward
through the mud on the broken road.
there was a chill in the air that reminded me of a bad zombie movie.
and thats when it clicked, zombies, that must be what the sword was for,
my muse has some great ideas. but i didnt have much time to think about that,
as there were dead corpses rising from underneath the road, it couldnt have been very hard,
it looked like the road would collapse if it werent for the dirt beneath it.
i was taking out zombies faster than i could count, but the sword was so long and awkward,
so i threw it away down the road, it hit two zombies with its hilt on its way,
fist fighting was much more comfortable,
and because my hands had fingerless gloves on so they didnt hurt at all.
but the zombies were suronding me and i couldnt take them out fast enough,
so i stretched out my arm and urged the sword to come to me, it came speeding through several zombies when it came,
the following sequence of movements happened in less than ten seconds.
i grabbed the sword and did a zelda type move swirling around hitting about twenty zombies,
the weight of the sword was now my advantage,
i did a quick flourish, it moved very quickly although it was a clunky and awkward sword. synonymusly
with the flourish i stab it into the ground.
i hop on top of its large hilt and sit like a frog.
i meditate for exactly three seconds shown by a timer in the corner.
at the end of that timer i jump off the sword and fling my arms open and yell a yell that shakes the
ears of everyone, everyehere.
i hit the ground with my fist causeing a ripple in the ground.
the land becomes my putty, i shape the road into an enourmous net and scoop up all the zombies,
they are all there but, i ask myself, "what to do with them?"
so i talk to a clone of myself.
"what should i do?"
"get creative"
"im not very creative"
"nor am i"
"you or me?"
"gah, im confused, lets just use fire to solve our problems."
"good idea"
"thank you"
i unsummon my clone and light the pile of zombies on fire.
they didnt burn very quickly so i went emril on them,
throwing my arms down from above my head i said "BAM!"
and with that a meteor twice the size of the jumble of zombies apears and smashs them with a terrible
combination of the sounds
"BOOM-CRASH-pKUMP" and many others.
in short, the zombies lost.

-when it becomes clear-

just sitting on the road, just thinking. what else can i do?
i cant think of anything to do that i havnt done already, so lets do somthing ive already done.
flying was fun, lets do that.
how did i fly last time?
the dragon tricked me, thats how i flew.
my stomach is sick with the thought of the dragon.
something else.
ill test some things, i want to see how real this dream is.
i feel a tree, it dosnt feel, it just is.
i can do what i want with it, i can rip off the bark, i can see that it looks like bacon, i can turn it into bacon,
i can throw the bacon to the floor, and the birds will eat the bacon.
because thats the way it is in real life.
but why should this world be a mirror of real life?
this world should be its own!
and to think, if i wake up, it all goes poof.
well i for one am NOT waking up.
but, could i wake up if i wanted to?
i wasnt thinking very clearly anymore so i try and regain vividness.
that was what went through my head but i didnt know how i was going to do it.
i went through it step by step, i had no idea what those steps were.
so i just thought "i need to reasure myself that im dreaming".
i then did what removed several problems i had.
i was no longer trying to figure out what to do.
and i definetly no longer trying reinstate that i was dreaming.
im floating about two feet off the ground.
im not shocked, probably because i have done it before.
so i am dreaming. or something close.
i am now floating around in the air, laying down with my legs crossed.
the weightlessness was extremely enjoyable.
but i was here to think, i was not getting out of this world anytime soon.
by choice or by chance.
i then had a very srong feeling,
it was a strange kind of boredom.
i wanted a friend, a comrade, a companion.
how could i make a friend appear?
the closest thing i had had was...
i sighed. my mind had brought me full circle to thinking about the dragon.
what had he done?
he hadnt done much.
i had deemed him evil because he had scared me,
probably not on purpose either.
i was lonly,
compulsively i yell out "I FORGIVE YOU DRAGON!"
i hear this response "do you forgive youself?"

-clarity becomes fog-

many times here words blended together.
the dragon comes out of my/me/i and repeats itself, "do you forgive yourself?"
im standing in shock not because it/a dragon just jumped out of my chest,
but because i had defeated/banished/poofed the dragon.
"should i just leave? do you forgive yourself? im not going to say it a fourth time."
"how in the world can i forgive myself?" i asked calmly as possible, which wasnt calm at all.
"you may have already guessed it, but i
am your conscuince/sub-conscuince/you."

-lonliness is'nt really an issue-

i just sighed and sat down.
the dragon then said "you have done a great job of luciding already but i need to help if your going to get better,
what are you sitting on?"
as soon as i looked down, i noticed everything which was in and of itself, nothing.
not just a blank peice of paper, but also a black hole.
before and after i noticed it it changed into, something.
the somthing changed into a lush forest, a nice and peaceful clearing.
i was sitting on a stump of wood in a clearing in the forest.
these thoughts/actions/becomings happened very slow and very fast at the same time.
despite all the contradictorus and oxymoronic happenings i understood all of it perfectly.
the dragon knew it had happened, afterall he was me, as he had said earlier.
I/me/myself/the dragon/my conscience/my brain were one. and more.
and we were all present.

-all becomes I, and I become all-

I already knew all these things and i was amazed i was not boggled by them.
I knew ludity was the knowledge that you were dreaming while in a dream.
I knew i had heard about it from a friend who liked dreams.
I knew there was no sound smell taste or feeling in the dream.
I knew there was only perception.
I knew perception was a reality in my dream.
I knew the myth that claimed "if you die in a dream you die in real life" was false.
I knew that all i had ever known in real life was at my disposal in this dream.
I knew you remember everything you ever hear.
I knew the myth "we humans use less than ten percent of our brain" was false.
I knew that 93% of brain is used for sub-conscience memories.
I knew the dragon was just a clever way my mind had put itself into that form.
I knew that i could see the clock from my bed and the current time was 2:19.
I knew i was extremely concious of all parts of my body.
I knew i had put myself in the purple bubble for the length of all these statements.
I knew the readers of the book i would put this in, would find it extremely dull to read through all of these 18 I knews.
I knew i could do anything i wanted while in this state.
I knew that i would forget every single one of these facts when i woke up.
when i woke up?
was i waking up now?

-when sleep is lost-

weightless...
i was going to wake up, i could tel.
darkness...
i needed to come back, i have to remember how.
nothingness...
"PURPLE BUBBLE!!!"
i scream it aloud in my sleep, while in the bubble my mind is racing furiously.
my parent/mom/dad will have probably heard that.
they/him/her might have woken up, and if they wake me up...
i needed to do/see/learn more about this dream/world.
it was intresting hearing many words at once, it was slightly confusing but more infromative than anything else.
im calming down but the answer to this question escapes me: what is the purple bubble?
the dragon/sub-conscience and me are myself/I, and everything else is my imagination.
what is the bubble? im in it so what better place to learn about it?
i feel it, its hard, and cold to the touch.
i needed to concentrate.
eastern monks often sit and meditate to gain concentration.
i imitate a monk from a picture/movie i had seen, i sat cross-legged with fingers pinched.
what can i do?
is it working yet?
many questions poured into my head but i just thought peaceful things.
just blankness
these facts/questions/answers popped into my head.
i could do anything i wanted, why was it so hard to stay asleep?
i have had a dream where i could see things from above, why no do that?
there were no details.
i was exhausted.
i was asleep, and i was exhausted.
sleep is supposed to be restful, its supposed to let you wind down.
i was the complete opoosite from rested.
if lucidity is the awareness your dreaming,
then what is the awareness of awakenedness?
my mother/father/parent would always tell me to look it up.
i never really liked the dictionary, so i usually googled what she/he/they wanted me to look up.
could i google something in this dream?
i withheld other questionsand tryed to bring up a internet window on my screen.
funny that i thought of my sight as a screen.
i press something of a start menu and pull up an internet.
i try to type in google.com in the address bar, but i cant seem to do it without a keyboard.
without frightining myself/the dragon the dragon/myself bursts out of my body.
the dragon then starts to complain, he says "you cant manage to bring up a simple keyboard!?
you have faced many dream phisycal and psychological enemies!"
"pschological?"
"yes, a physical one that you took out easily was the computer game boss, you beat him with confidence.
another physical foe were the zombies, the sheer number of them was enough to make many first dreamers fall.
a psychological enemie/enemies were the twins you met on the beach, you didnt have to defeat them but
you held you ground and stayed neutrel to there thoughts. and the greatest psychological enemie,
was your self/the dragon/me! and yet, you cant manage to summon up a simple keyboard?!"
it wasnt rambling that the dragon did, it was a speech.

-time is confusing-

all that my google search for "awareness of awakenedness" provided nothing usefull,
some scary movie that was "in theateres now" was the most commen thing that google pulled up.
how in the world was i accsesing the internet from my dream? was i sleepwalking to the computer?
i shake the thought out of my mind, i had to do something,
i wanted to have some more fun before i woke up. i ditch my computer screen for a view and jump out the window,
it was spontaneous,
but i felt i needed something spontaneous in the dream, i land outside softly and strike a james bond pose with
a gun in my hand, i stand up and scout the road next to my house,
everything starts rumbling, the houses are visibly shaking,
the house at the very end of the road seems to be trembeling the most, many shingles have fallen off of many houses.
for what seemed like minutes, silence was heard thruout the street.
the house at the very end of the street, there was no other word for it. shattered.
out of the shattered building came a bear with sleek red wings folded up on its side,
squid tentacles on its oversized tail, it had armor on the head, shoulders, and torso.
the bear was basicly about five feet shorter than the house it had bursted through.
wether it had seen me or not it was running straight at me.
i cooly load the gun with several stun darts, they were estimated to be able to take down two african elephants a piece,
i took aim at the charging bear, and fired.
both of the bullets bounced harmlessley of the bears armor and onto the ground.
although un-harmed the bear seemed to take the gun as a challenge,
he jumps right at me, he stops less than three feet away. and the roar, oh the roar, the roar he let loose was deafening.
when a choir sings, the tenors can reach low and high.
but they cant do it with the power a bass or soprano. the bass can reach the lowest,
and the soprano can reach the highest,
this bear had the power and strength of a team of bass and soprano combined,
professinal bass and soprano cant really break a glass with there voices,
this bear broke every window in the county.
if a man goes blind then the chance he will be deaf goes up by 0.005%. i was suddenly temporarily blind.
i had no idea how long the scream/roar lasted but i would have estimated it at 3 and a half months.
when it was finally over the bear just scoffed at my pathetic corpse writhing on the ground and walks away,
high above the bear on a large hill the real un-cloned me lies in wait, i know that the bears armor is inpenatreble,
so i have to wait for a soft spot.
while the bear bends down to pick up my dead body i spy a spot of dark brown fur on its neck,
instantly raising my sword above my head i silently stab the bear.
i jump from the bears back as the bears body falls lifeless with a sickening thud to the ground.
"what shall i do next?" i say to myself/me/the dragon,
the bear answers my question by bursting apart into tens of thousands
of hundreds of thousands of millions of miniature bears,
as the swarm of mini bears grew closer i hopped into a delorian and quickly sped up to 88 miles per hour,
"this is by far the best dream ive ever had" i said as i hopped out of the time travelling car.
i was somewhere near the house the bear was about to run through but the animal in question was nowhere to be seen.
i knew what i had done, i had gone back into the past again and killed it.
i didnt really know when i would do that but i would eventually.
so i walk away a try and think of something else to do,

-reality check-

"i want to do some tests." i said out loud, a large lab with anything i thought of appeared.
i often liked doing tests to random things at pretty random times.
grabbing a clothespin i clamp it over my nose, i could still breathe,
i figured that this was because i wasnt holding my nose in real life.
"real life", what a strange term i thought to myself, if i remember correctly,
this dream seemed more real than "real" life.
could i be dead? no. if i was dead there would be some kind of escourt, right?
more tests, i put myself back on track and looked at my hand, at first it was fuzzy, but it quickly grew clear,
i looked and stared at the grooves and hills on my palm, the lines and creases were bright and clear,
i knew that waking life was no-where near as bright and clear as this.
a pinch was a classic way to figure out if your dreaming, but when i tested it it felt as if i wasnt pinching myself,
it was like i was pretending to pinch myself, it was a fake feeling,
so that was it, it was fake, dreams are fake. but if there fake then why are they so awesome?
bad feelings were emanating from the lab, i jump up and burst through the ceiling superman style,
flying was fun, dont get me wrong, its terrific,
but my thinkings were ruining it, im not the first person to be able to dream.
dreams arnt supposed to be like this, were not supposed to play god, we are people.
going through the clouds i think "why cant i hear anything?" ill put some music on,
believe by the bravery started playing and i rushed through the air with birds trailing behind me.
by the end of the song i had reimbersed my faith in the fact that this dream was immaculate.



. . .



im not finished, but now i can say "yeah ive got the book im writing right here!

tl, dr

im obviously a noob, what tl, dr, mean?

The Lanky Duck Ran

or The lottery's dumb really

or Think Like Don Rino

or Thirty Leaches Drive Recklessly

thanks FF, your such a great help. did you actually read my story? any of you?

or Three loser drinkers reek

It mean Too Long, Didn't Read, and yes, I read it. All of it.

wow, never heard of those

Originally Posted by no-name

thanks FF, your such a great help. did you actually read my story? any of you?

Nope. Don't take it personally, it's just way too long. That, and this put me off:

Originally Posted by no-name

READ IT.

=/

im sorry for being so forceful, but i still want anyone that wants to to read it. so READ IT.

You have 0 posts.

So no.

no what? and yes i know i have 0 posts.

So no I won't read it.

100% of your posts are in Senseless. And you're under the age limit.

and yet somehow im (somewhat) more mature than several DV members.
and its SB, i can say what i want, besides, i like chat even more than SB, i live there.

i no wat u mean lololol!!!11