lucid

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

Okay, this is a pretty cool dream, and I'm going to tell you why.
During the day my mind was plagued with a certain predicament.
Usually a nightmare is one thing, like a scary monster or a gangster who wants to kill you.
Which is why I like calling them knightmares (so original), they're warriors of fear.
But what happens when your nightmare isn't one thing?
What if it's all around you?
I'm talking about, of course, zombie apocalypses.
Now I've experienced way more than a few of these, and here's what the difference is between them and regular nightmares.
Say I become lucid when a gangster has a gun to my head.
What do I do? Use telekinesis to snap his neck, nightmare over.
But if you become lucid during a zombie apocalypse, what are you going to do?
I mean, I'm sure any of you guys could just teleport to a different dream but I can't as of yet so bare with me.
You could try and kill all the zombies you see, which you could do pretty easily.
However, the world has still ended, there's no one around to interact with at all.
You're doomed to forever wander the wastes.
So, you haven't beaten the nightmare.
Why? Because the fear from this nightmare doesn't even come from the zombies.
It comes from knowing that you're alone, in a desolate world, where every human being who once lived wants you DEAD.
The nightmare is literally the ground beneath your feet.
Well, I guess you could just destroy that too.
If you're for some reason powerful enough to summon a world ending black hole but not enough to make a portal to a happier place, that could solve your problem.
I mean, the dream would either end or create a new scene.
However I doubt anyone is like that.
Passive control a cure that gets distributed?
Maybe, but with my thinking mind I'd wonder, "How could they deliver a cure world wide when 90% of the population is either dead or zombified?" and that solution probably wouldn't work.
So I had reached an impasse, even if I become lucid during a zombie apocalypse (which I have), there's no real way to stop it.
I mean, I wouldn't be as scared but I still couldn't say I beat the nightmare.
Or so I thought.
This train of thought happened to leak into my dreams, causing, why yes, a zombie apocalypse dream, and my theory was put to the test.


February 7th 2013

I'm running away from some zombies with a couple others.
We were ambushed by some earlier and are trying our best to get away from them.
We get to a clearing but more zombies emerge from the trees.
We run the other direction and are ambushed by more, we ran right into a horde.
I'm being chased by multiple zombies now and am running for my life.

"Oh christ, I gotta do something fast!" I think to myself.

I start to try think up a way out of my current predicament.

"I'm not being chased by zombies, I'm on the set of the walking dead!"

I will this to be true with every fiber of my being and it is made so.
I continue running but now I see cameras on cranes of to the sides and a director sitting on his chair.
Realizing that the zombies are just actors I decide to get close to one to see how they look since obviously they won't try to grab me or anything.
I see the face of one, she has a greenish greyish complexion with crazy brown hair sticking out in all directions, her eyes look blood shot and dead, but otherwise she look like a regular person.
I veer off to one side and see a zombie without the top part of his head.
It looks so real that it actually scares me. I head off.
I can see one of my friends, who I believe is Shane, and decide to follow him down a path.
I come to a fork in the path and run down the wrong way.
I can hear the director yell in the background.

"Go the other way!"

I did this purposely to test just how real this reality I had created on the spot was, and whether or not the nightmare would return.
But it didn't, I'm still on set, which means I have to keep running or the director's gonna get pissed! I veer off back to follow Shane.

"There you are!" He calls to me.

We continue to run down into an alley way and scene is over.

"Cut!"

The alley way is where the director is, along with a couple other actors.
Among them is the guy who plays rick.



Yeah, so that's a simple solution to the problem, use passive control to make yourself be on the set of a zombie movie/tv show.
Though, since I was semi-lucid I had a lot more power than I do regularly.
In hindsight I should have given that whole theory more thought.
However, dream me seems to think best on his feet.
Also, the reason I became semi-lucid is because Zombie Apocalypses are a dream sign that even dream me recognizes.
Well once again my conjecture is longer than my actual dream. Damn.

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

Well I did it, I got lucid again. Since I restarted my dream journal anyway.
Unfortunately it seems my telekinesis has all but faded away
Even the minor movements I used to be able to make no longer work,
(the last lucid dream I had before this I could use telekinesis but it was really weak).
Don't worry though, I've been putting a lot of effort into retraining myself to use it.
Soon I'll reclaim the title of Galactic Emperor of My Dreams.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*ahem*
Anyways, at least I'm making progress.
Also I was catching up on Naruto this week, so it bled heavily into my dreams.



February 8th 2013

I was at the ninja academy with a bunch of other ninjas. We were talking about various things, at one point the class made fun of me for something stupid I said. Suddenly the mood changed. Sasuke, the rogue ninja hell bent on destruction, was headed our was, and we had to gather everyone here to take him on. Kakashi was to lead the strike. I could tell Sasuke was coming because there was a thunder storm always looming above him, and it was headed right for us.

I transition to my grandma's apartment. I began to summon up my pyrokinetic powers for the upcoming fight when it dawned on me.

"Yes! I'm dreaming!" I clapped my hands together excitedly.

I'd been trying so hard to fall asleep before to no avail.
Now here I was, somewhere that wasn't my bedroom, I didn't have to RC to know it was a dream.
I decided that I was going to try to practice active control, since it's the one thing I have the biggest problem with.
I decided if I did some kind of hand sign and blurted out words it would work. (watched way to much anime).
I clapped both of my hands together and intertwined my fingers.

"Active control! Pyrokinesis!"

I kind of sounded like an idiot, and felt like one even more so.
I took my hands and brought them closely together.
I pictured an orangy yellow ball in between both of them.
The result I got was the same as it would've been had I tried it in waking life, total failure.

"Understandable, I typically never use pyrokinesis any how." I thought to myself.

"However..."

I raised my hand at an object sitting on the end table next to the bed.
I tried hard to make it lift up in the air, visualizing it levitating.
To be fair I did so half halfheartedly.
Nothing. Damn.
Deciding that my attempt at active control was a failure, and knowing I had little time, I decided to take in my surroundings.
Specifically, I was looking for abnormalities.
I spotted something out of place, a picture frame of my grandma upside down on a shelf.
But it was balanced on the shelf at an angle that wouldn't have been possible IWL.

"There's one!" I thought.

I began looking around more.
I'm actually very surprised, the room is in almost perfect detail.
Right down to the way that things are arranged in certain places, the walls, the furniture, it's as if I'm actually here.
Then again, I've lived here the majority of my life, and I've been here in my dreams more times than any other place as well, more so than my current home.
My brain has had years to map out and replicate every last detail of it.
It's funny how sometimes we forget just how much work goes into making our dreams seem real.
(However this was beginning to work toward my disadvantage).
After inspecting the room I left the room into the hallway in search of more anomalous behavior.

"There..."

A little piece of paper with a question mark sat on top of a book shelf where a picture frame or something was supposed to be.
I thought that it must have been something like an error, a bit of data that didn't load properly.
Or maybe my subconscious forgot what was there to begin with.
I went into our main living area where the dining table is.
My dad is there doing something by the desk.
In my head I'm looking for more abnormalities, but all I see is normal, normal, and more normal. I'm quite impressed.
I head into my laundry room and spot a pokemon card on the floor.
I pick it up to examine it and see that it's a drowzee card.

It looks like this but is blue and has a lot more text on it, though it doesn't appear out of the ordinary.

I don't bother trying to read it since it'd all be gibberish anyway.

"Son, have you seen my wooden boards for the desk?"

"Hmm?" I had no idea what he was talking about.

But something's missing huh? Guess that's something else to add to the list.

"Ah! Here they are!" He pulls two wooden boards out from the desk like magic.

Hmm, guess not.
There's also a bunch of screws and small wooden pieces on the desk.
It looks like he's installing new drawers, or something.

"Now, I'm gonna get you to put in these drawers."

"Ehh!?!?" You bastard dream don't try and change the subject. T^T

"Remember how I was teaching you about pistons before? Well now to put those skills into action. " (for whatever reason he referred to screws as pistons).

A false memory of him doing so aches at the back of my head.
I don't want to install your bloody drawers, do it yourself! I think to myself.
But I'm ignoring him, I was too concentrated on trying to move a pen cap even but an inch, and failing miserably.
My grandma came out of the kitchen to the dining room as well.

"C'mon on now. Do it for grandma. You wouldn't want to disappoint me now would you?" She says.

Pfft, I don't have to do this, unless, am I really awake?
No that's impossible that doesn't explain the dream signs,
but I wasn't able to use active control either. Maybe this is really happening?
Wait, do I live hear again?
My morbid curiosity of the situation is cut short as I bang my head on my wall, waking myself up.

Quick side note:
I only noticed this afterward since I visited my dad's place just a day after having this dream.
The model of the apartment that my brain uses in my dreams is a lot older, maybe 4 years previous from now.
I know this because some time ago they took the desk and moved it from the hallway to my room.
On top of that, the reason that I didn't find the pokemon card out of place was because I used to have them lying around all the time.
For the longest time, there was even a pokemon card in the laundry room, in the exact place that I found it in the dream.
Now here's something else that's weird.
Because I spent most my time in my room there when the desk was in the room, in my dreams, it appears in that room too.
So basically, in my dream model for the apartment, the desk is in two places at once.
Quick conjecture I thought I'd share.

Dream
Lucid
Semi-Lucid

This was something I wasn't originally going to post because of the sort of "content" that was in it.
However it has an example of something that kind of bothers me in dreams.
That is Semi-Lucidity.
You see, sometimes I have dreams where my desires and will are so strong that they manifest themselves as dream control, either active or passive.
However, though I may have powerful dream control, and though I know there are no consequences to my actions,
in the end, I have no idea that I'm dreaming.
This happens to me a lot more then full fledged lucidity does, actually knowing that I'm dreaming and knowing what that means, in a sense.
However here's my predicament.
When I'm semi-lucid, I have much more dream control than I do when I'm actually lucid.
This leads to a lot of frustration in my lucid dreams.
The reason for this, I think, is that because I don't know that I'm dreaming in semi-lucid dreams, I think everything around me is actually happening,
which means my expectations are really strong.
I don't think that I'm having a lucid dream, I think that I have miraculously developed super powers in the waking world.
Where as when I'm lucid, things are a bit different.
I think it's because that I'm so aware that diminishes my abilities.
Or maybe it's because of the laws of the specific dream realm, or maybe it's because I don't expect to succeed enough, or maybe, hell I don't know.
Well enough rambling, on to the actual dream.

February 3rd 2013

I'm in the living room of my grandma's apartment.
I'm with someone else though.
I'm not entirely sure how she got there, or who she is, but frankly I don't even care.
Details and questions aren't buzzing around in my head, I'm being completely driven by will.
Without even thinking about it, I use my telekinesis to grab onto her.
I kind of feel like a puppeteer, using by powers to manipulate her movements.
Though I'm doing this all with physical force, not through any means of actual mind control.
I try and make her perform certain actions, testing just how powerful I am.
I can tell I'm not exerting that much of my strength, I don't want to injure her or anything.
Though through me flow malicious intent.
I feel like a super villain, making the damsel in distress dance against her will.
(It's kind of scary in hindsight, in this dream I really was evil)
Finally my amusement of the situation begins to fade and I grow bored.
Suddenly a thought crosses my mind.

"Wait, why is this woman here? Am I holding her against her will?"

I take a look into her eyes.
They're fearful, and they resent me.

"Hmm, how did things get to this?" I wonder.

Now I feel disgusted with myself. Have I really fallen to stoop this low.
I let go of the woman and forget about her, she then disappears.
I decide to go play some video games to get my mind off the situation.