21.09.2009 Elite Games (WILD)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
~3:40 - 4:30 a.m. (50 min) (DEILD)
After awakening briefly (really only enough to sense my sleeping body rather than my dream body - I didn't even open my eyes) I re-enter the dream fully lucid. I may be back in a bedroom, but only for a moment. I jump up and start spinning, hoping to end up at the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Where I teleport to instead is far more interesting. So interesting, in fact, it seems like a portal to another whole independent world. It's a place of dazzling colors, otherworldly beings, and intrigue. A place where death is risked on a moment-to-moment basis. A place where love is won and lost in the blink of an eye. It's the world of the "Elite Games" (for lack of a more appropriate title), and my description cannot possibly do it justice.
I arrive right at the entrance to the Games themselves. Though I don't realize it at the time, this is just a tiny (but important) section of a massive facility (all indoors). Right at the beginning I'm in awe and all I want to do is explore this world. The Games take place in a series of rooms. After the steps of the entrance, there is a long hallway and each of the rooms branch off from it. Then at the gateway to each room is a group of representatives from that room, fishing for challengers. The goal, at least as I first understood it, is to come out of each of the rooms alive. Everything about the design of the place is elegant, sharp, and unique - I can't stress enough that the design of the facility makes a huge impression on me.
For example, the room I am drawn to has a glowing green columnade that constantly shifts colors between shades of green, accented by roots or vines crawling up the columns. At the entrance are about four vampires; as they tell me when I approach, this is the Vampire Room. They persuade me to come inside and try my luck.
When I enter I discover that the interior is very dark, illuminated only by discrete glowing points of light of all colors. It is enough for me to discern that this is a maze. Since I'm still lucid, I use my power of flight to float through much of it. I don't know if the judges would consider this cheating or not, but I get away with it. Near the end though I'm on foot. I think I'm going to make it out without a scratch when I see the light of the main hallway up ahead. Apparently though this is just an illusion; when I'm about 50 feet from the exit, I feel a sharp bite on the right side of my neck! In addition, something small is clinging onto the backside of my body. I writhe and toss around, trying to shake the creature off, but it stubbornly keeps latched on.
All this time I feel that my life force is being sapped from my body, sucked away by this vampire-creature. Soon I'm delerious, going into shock. Luckily I stumble across a fellow competitor, a large giant, who has pity on my and tells me how to release the demon on my back. He points to a nearby panel with several large buttons. With great effort I lumber over there and just frantically push all the buttons without even bothering to read them, such is my panic. One of these must've been the right one, as the creature disengages and scurries away. As it does, I catch a glimpse of it: it's like half the size of a man and looks more like a goblin than anything, but with pale skin and vampire teeth.
When I finally leave the room the vampire operators are mad at me for carelessly pushing all the panel's buttons, which had a whole host of other effects. All the same, they say, I'm lucky to have escaped with my life. I hurry out of there, still very much shaken up by the whole ordeal.
I exit through the glass doors at the back of the main hallway and find myself in the midst of a vast commercial sector, still inside the giant facility. All along the way are gypsies, merchants, and other vendors selling their wares in customized booths of incomparable style. The atmosphere is positively bustling with activity. As I walk I repeat one phrase over and over to myself like a mantra: "Must find a weapon. Must find a weapon." I have it in my head that the only way to survive the games is to procure a deadly weapon.
I go down a whole separate hall leading to a whole separate wing of the facility that is by chance dedicated specifically to weaponry. I ask the nearest passerby, a surly, glowing green giant, where to find the best weapons. He agitatedly points down the hall to a central kiosk and says "follow the voices," afterwards hurriedly leaving my sight before I can even thank him. Indeed, soon after I hear the echoing oratory of a magnetic speaker. As he stands on a raised platform and shouts, he draws throngs of curious passers-by. I forget exactly what he speaks about, but I think he's proclaiming the virtues of his company's line of weapons. Behind him are sparkling gem-studded daggers, krisses, katanas, and blades of all kinds. There are even discus-like throwing weapons. I go around to the back of the kiosk and when the rest of the crowd disperses, I stay behind. I talk to one of the company's vendors about their weapons, perhaps even holding and trying out some of them. The dream gets hazy here but I think I then get approached by a cocky gang of youngsters who challenge me to a fight later in the arena, which I accept.
After I leave them I go on exploring the massive facility some more. Everywhere I go is packed with people until I fly up to some of the more remote, inaccessible areas. When I get to the upper reaches I marvel at how I'm creating this all in my mind, but even as I think his the quality of my surroundings diminishes, becoming more drab and less detailed. Perhaps the creation engine of the mind is better left to the subconscious. Overall the setting is quite futuristic-looking, despite the fact that it is inhabited by vampires and giants, among others.
Eventually I descend back to where all the people are, getting on a moving elevator (which has glass windows open to the pavilion below, like you sometimes see in malls). When it stops a few floors above, I get off and start walking. In the passing crowd, out of the corner of my eye, I notice my old high school girlfriend, Kate S. Immediately I go back, take her head in my hands, and start kissing her. She recoils in horror pretty much before it even begins and runs away. This embarassing scene leaves me feeling bitter, but my hopes are buoyed instantly upon seeing Megan P. in the crowd. I walk up to her and discover that she's with her girlfriend, who could be her twin they look so much alike. Apparently her friend is out shopping for wedding paraphenalia, as she is engaged to be married soon. Megan, once she realizes my intentions, starts walking away briskly. Her friend leads her on and is castigating me all the while, telling me to leave Megan alone. I follow them down some stairs and through a plaza but then give up, realizing that it's hopeless.
Coincidentally I end up near the arena, the place where I agreed to fight the group of thugs. A judge pulls me aside and prepares me for the match, telling me all the rules and such. I seem to be swept along in the current of activity, realizing only belatedly what an important and highly anticipated match this is; thousands of spectators have gathered to watch this battle. At the moment I feel less like a gladiator and more like a pawn.
Finally I'm let loose into the arena, whic I discover is really the hallway and many of the rooms where the "Elite Games" are played. Ultimately I realize that this is the Elite Game, and that I have a starring role as the underdog. But how to dispatch multiple trained opponents? Lucid powers, of course! At first I just fly around, evading my enemies' attacks. But later I think of more creative things, like shooting fireballs from my hands and lightning from my fingertips. The latter is especially effective, as I see sparks of electricity on my fingertips, which I discharge as lightning showers on my foes while hovering in the air like a god. In this manner I eliminate whole swathes of enemies at once. When the dust settles, I have handily defeated them, and am declared champion by an awe-struck committee.
After this is done, though, I have no idea what to do. I wander around the facility some more until I come to this massive candy factory. When finished, the candy is deposited in great heaps on dozens of giant circular platforms, all rotating around a central vertical axle. The platforms are stacked in a tiered fashion, about five per axle, and there are dozens of axles as well. It is all one giant, well-oiled machine system, run by dictatorial taskmasters and their submissive worker-slaves. Upon seeing this, I have mischief in mind. I fly up to a random platform and start tossing candy off every which way. The taskmasters see this and start yelling their heads off at me, but that's about all they can do from ground level. Meanwhile I'm creating as much havoc as possible and enjoying myself immensely. Eventually the taskmasters call the facility security force, and I fly down once again, mainly to humor them. As a mob they tackle and restrain me, and I don't offer any resistance.
Just as they're escorting me away, a contingent of warriors from the Elite Games arrives and demands my release. "Upon what grounds?" asks a security officer indignantly. "The man you have under arrest is the Arena champion!" shouts one of my defenders, pointing to a magazine on display behind a glass case on the wall. The cover of the magazine shows the face of a warrior painted green, with metal spikes coming out of his neck. Do I really look like that? I think to myself in the back of my mind. But it is more than enough to convince my captors to let me go, perhaps if nothing else fearful that I will bring my almighty wrath down upon them if they don't.
I coolly walk over to my rescuers, who are proud to be in my presence. Among them I spot a sexy black-haired vampire chick, who I procede to make out with while feeling up her ass and legs. It feels great and totally authentic, and as the dream turns black I don't try to stop it from fading, as it has gone on quite long already and I don't want to forget anything. However, the dream continues on, and after a few moments of purely tactile make-out session, my visuals are restored.
Then some X-rated shit happens (which I'm not going to post here )
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