Lucid Time!

This is just a mash-up of non-lucid dreams and stuff from the past few days. In no particular order other than the order that I decided to write it down.

"Now remember, when browsing youtube looking for EDM, the attractiveness of the woman in the thumbnail is usually inversely proportional to the quality of the music."

-Marcus.

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I remember I was a colonist on a tropical/desert island. We had erected a small camp, not unlike Jamestown with three walls and only a few buildings. Not long after, we made contact with a native tribe. They welcomed us with what seemed like open arms, and wanted us to join their tribe.

There were three trials that we had to pass in order to become 'one with the people' or something like that. It was also some kind of competition, and there were many other people competing. Most of them were boys around my age, but there were a few girls, and there were some people with more varied ages. But I was in the majority.

Some chieftain guy explained the first challenge. Everyone in the tribe had to understand suffering and hard work. So we had to climb this huge sandy hill. It seemed easy at first, but once you got about one third of the way up, the consistency of the sand changed and it became very slippery and difficult to climb. Some people managed to make it about two thirds of the way up before sliding back down.

I came back down to the bottom. Some of the other DCs were already giving up, while others still stubbornly stuck to trying to climb the hill.

Now the sandy slope was bordered on either side by a thick canopy of mangrove trees, and almost the entire thing was in the shade. Hanging from the trees were vines. I then decided to try another approach. I climbed up a tree and got into the canopy with the vines. I then simply climbed up the slope using the branches and vines in the tree. Sure, it was still hard, but I made it to the top before anyone else.

To my surprise, the cheif was actually very disappointed in me. He told me that the slope was meant to teach people that even if something starts out easy and gets hard you should stick to it, because eventually (one of the other guys, a Jack look-alike, makes it to the top of the sandy slope, but he's totally puttered out and collapses on the ground.) You will power through and succeed. If you give up on one approach, you're throwing away the time and energy you put into it.

I can't decide if that's really profound or him just being a jerk. Probably both.

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The second trial had something to do with crossing a river, and the third had something do with a bear.

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Eventually, we got to the tribal village where the cheif was. I had been disqualified for my 'dishonorable actions' on the first trial and had been walking along a secondary trail with the cheif and some of his warriors. The tribal village was for some reason, laid out exactly like my own subdivision, only the homes had been replaced with tribal longhouses, and the roads were dirt streets.

There was the Jack look-alike who was totally exhausted. The tribe chief had these two girls come out with a big roasted pig. He ate the whole thing in about fifteen seconds and when he was finished his stomach was really big like in a cartoon.

I remember all of these people from our village started coming in. I then remember thinking of how when the native americans first made contact with the colonists, so many people on both sides were killed by disease. I tried to warn the chief but he wouldn't listen to me.

The dream zoomed in on all of the viruses transmitting from one group of people to another and a narration voice told me about how soon 92% of them would be sick or dead and there was nothing that I could do to stop it. I then realized that I didn't care because I was dreaming.

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There was a long string of dreams that I recall, mostly nonlucid. There was a very complex plot about radioactive waste had contaminated large portions of the planet and entire countries had to be evacuated. Mass panic and chaos. I had been separated from my parents, but the slightest hint of lucidity seemed to dampen any amount of investment I had in that fact.

I was riding on an evacuation bus. Outside it was dark, and there were people everywhere, panicking. I felt safe, because the bus we were in was an armored military bus of some sort and even though they were doing things like shooting us with rifles and throwing Molotov cocktails at us, the bus seemed to continue moving no matter what.

I remember this guy who was sitting next to me on the evacuation bus. He looked kind of like my dad, but he was a little bit younger/taller. He had a very proper deminor as well, wearing a suit coat and tie.

"Young dreamer, I have three questions for you: Number one: Will you turn into a girl and make me younger so we can have sex? Also, I want to have it in your bedroom because it won't matter if we make a mess."

I get a visual of my bedroom, only it looks as though some of the furniture has been moved around. The bed looks smaller than usual, and even if I were to say yes, there's no way that bed is gonna hold this guy. He's huge.

"No."

"Number two: What is more important when playing a sonic the hedgehog stage? Getting an S ranking or getting all the rings?"

I get visuals of playing what looks like a really hard sonic the hedgehog stage in the sky. There are only lots of rings, lots of enemies and a few bouncy wall platforms and grind rails. Whoever is in control is expertly navigating it though.

"I don't know."

"Number three: (Taking a small waffle press out of his briefcase and plugging it into an outlet on the interior wall of the bus.) If I put three fingers in my portable waffle maker, how much delta-V will I have left over?"

"What??"

No visuals that time. Just my confusion.

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Years later. I was living in a small town in what had formerly been the middle of the pacific ocean. Whatever catastrophie had struck the world had drained the oceans, or at least moved them around. Most of the people drove around in tiny electric smart cars. The town had a few modern buildings built of brick and concrete, like for the shops and stuff, but a vast majority of the homes were log cabins, as was mine.

Mine was particularly small, because I still lived alone. I remembered thinking that it had been fifty years or more since the catastrophe, but I still hadn't aged a bit. Supposedly, this was another odd side-effect of whatever had happened. I still lived in this small, humble house. I grew potatoes, lettuce and wheat in my yard, and I also had an apple tree.

Stuff from the world before the catastrophe was hard to come by. One of the few things that I had was a Katana that I kept on the wall of my cabin. I also had a very large dreamcatcher that had been made for me by an elderly woman who lived in the town. I would practice with my sword everyday after I came back from my job as a farmer. I practiced a unique style of swordfighting that was difficult and unpredictable where I held the sword with a reverse grip.

I was teaching a young girl. Her appearance doesn't come to me but she was a prodigy who's skill would soon surpass my own. There was also some romantic development between us, despite her being somewhat younger. I was planning for her to forge her own sword soon.

I recognized that I was a character in a story. I forgot what happened here.

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I was traveling by train. The train was more like a row of moving stone buildings that slid along a stone track. The train was pushed by sails. My final destination was a beautiful oriental city built in the middle of the lake that was surrounded on all sides by tall, beautiful mountains. The water was shallow and had clusters of lilly pads and small islands in places. I remember all the buildings in the city had blue roofs and white walls. There was a towering pagoda over the center of the city.

The sail-train pulled into the station and stopped. I got off. I was surprised, that from the outside the city looked to be a small, tightly packed cluster of buildings, but on the inside it was huge an open, with gardens, parks and plazas. It still retained the original architectural motif.

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It became nighttime. Po and the Furious Five from Kung Fu Panda appeared. We were in this dojo courtyard with black and white stones making a Yin Yang. Po said he wanted to practice fighting with me. I practiced with him. He was really good. Even better than me, I think. I don't remember the details of the fight, but at one point I know he kicked me into a post.

Tigress said there was some bad guy that we had to chase down. We all started running and jumping over rooftops to chase this guy down.

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I went to a movie theater with my mom,dad,aunt,uncle and cousins. This guy was trying to sell us a double ticket where we could watch two movies, one right after the other and pay less. My dad said that he wanted to take the deal. We were going to watch Ant Man then Fantastic Four. I told him I didn't want to do it because I wanted to go home and fall asleep so that I could lucid dream.

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I was at a pool/indoor water park setting. I wanted to go down the biggest water slide. I went down, but for some reason it was really bumpy. Like going down stairs on your butt. When I hit the bottom, I saw that I was now in my grandparents' house. Though the floor had been replaced with this dark spruce wood.

I slid across the floor. It was really slippery.

"Oh... I'm going on a journey..."

I saw that at the end of the hall, where the entrance to their garage is, the house continued. It gave way to this very dreamlike room that was huge and had giant, unusual furniture. The wooden floor split into two slides and I continued along one of them. Somehow not falling of, since there were not rails to keep me on.

"I'm going on a better journey..."