non-dream - non-lucid - lucid 22/11/10 Fragments Battling Darth Vader Using the force to steal an idle light sabre from him. Just the two of us in a star ship. He is planning to do evil. The force is failing me, bar the telekinesis. … Awakening in a dark side setting. A girl is lying bound up on a medical table. She is in a coma. I am there in 3rd person view. Someone is there with me, he is naked as well. I think I refer to him ass my “uncle”. The girl is my girlfriend maybe. She communicates with my “uncle” telepathically. She sparks lust in him he cums on the floor. She is driving him towards sacrificing my arm for her to wake up. She is promising nights of passion. I refuse. I am lying on the bed and she tells me that it is indeed her telling my “uncle” to take my arm. I spin around and all of a sudden hold my “uncle's” neck between the blades of a garden shears.
Lucidity: 6/10 Vividness: 7/10 Length: ~10 Sec. I told my friend that I would go into a hot chicks house across the street from our house. So I went over there and lied in her bed with her. She looked at me. She was Asian. So then we started having sex, then I woke up. The End.
Kaomea and I are in my Inner World. We are standing on a cliff overlooking the sea. We are looking at my island. there is a huge volcano on it, with waterfalls and lava flowing. There is a small bay with the Jolly Rancher, Captain Nug's ship. The sun and moon begin to set next to each other. "It's so beautiful and weird," Kaomea says. The sun and moon disappear beneath the horizon, and stars shine brightly in the night sky. Kaomea and I turn into Gargoyles. Koomo alights near us from the sky. "Ah my brethren and sistren, here we are again. Now, my darklings come forth." All manner of darklings, black sorcerors, vampires, demons, and every crawling or flying or swimming or running thing ever called evil appear in the night sky, coming through portals. A strange spaceship comes through. It's huge. It explodes and spores go everywhere. The spores are the ones from Halo. We are fucked. People start turning into plant zombies. A massive battle of two evil armies ensues. I rip the heads off of plant zombies, and I pitch them to Vampire Babe Ruth. It's gross, yet funny. [I]Time to dream another dream....[/I] Kaomea is falling down a rabbit hole, in my Inner World. I am a white rabbit running around in circles in the wormhole. Prepared to be scar-ified! Be prepared! Kaomea and I walk into a museum. There are faceless animatronic naked mannequins engaged in horrifying acts. Kaomea's face turns into a silent scream. I morph into the Joker. [IMG]http://wrathofzombie.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/joker.jpg[/IMG] So, you see, all is not well in NeverWonderHell. Get me out of here! I am Batman, flying out of the ground. I grab Kaomea, and whisk her to the top of a gothic building. We turn into gargoyles. Ah, now we are gargoyles. I grab Kaomea, and take her to a white void. I morph into Morphues the god of dreams. [IMG]http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/3/33806/742887-maxx017_large.jpg[/IMG] Are you Morpheus, the god of dreams? Why, yes my dear. No, just kidding. But, I do a pretty cool impersonation of him, don't I? (to be con'td)
I am meditating with Kaomea and Gypsykiss. We are holding hands in silence. I feel the energy cycle through us. I spin them around like an adult spinning two little kids in a park. They smile and laugh, then they look a little nervous. Uh... Nomad? Yes? What are you doing? You said you wanted dreams, right? Haha... uh... what? I teleport us to outer space between the earth and Moon. I create a ring of obsidian smoking mirror portals around us. Nomad, you're scaring us! Let go!!!! I let go, and fling them into two portals different portals. I split myself in half, and one I go down with Kaomea, the other Gypsykiss.
I am back at a community college that I went to at one time. I have a lot of happy memories here, and often dream of it. I am walking down the hallway to a class I am taking, and realize that I have not explored much of the college since I went back. This is the last night of this semester for me, and I think I should take a walk to the other end of the hall. While I am still on my way to class (I never do make it to the other end of the hallway) I meet some people I used to know. I had been worrying lately about losing interest in some places like this that are important to me, but while I am talking to them I realize that I am in a wonderful place. Then I have to go to class. I sit down at my desk, and look out the window. There is a tall brick smokestack just out the window in this dream, and I "remember" looking at it when I used to go to school here. As I look at it the smokestack changes in height and width, and I think even collapses at one point. I just watch passively, and it has no effect on me. The instructor is wrapping up the class, and we are supposed to clean out our desks before we leave. In our desks are computers, which are small things that plug into some kind of printer device. Everyone else in the class has an easy time plugging these things together and leaving. Mine does not seem to fit together though.
I am walking down a street, and realize it is one that intersects the street that I lived on when I was little. I look down the street to where my old house was. It is dark, and the road looks a little creepy. I think to myself that it is odd I used to live on such a creepy street. However, there are streetlights (there weren't really in real life) that light up patches on the sidewalk. My old house is within the light of one of these, so I think maybe it wasn't that creepy. I look to my right. There is a big house there (on the corner of the intersection). This house belonged to one of our neighbors, named Bob. I just dreamed about his house the other night, so I am reminded of this dream. I think to myself "why do I dream about this place so much?" Then I think how strange it is that I am here so often. Like this very moment, for example. "Maybe I'm dreaming now," I think. But then I think "nah, I'm not." However, I remember that I've blown it off too many times lately, which is one reason I have not had as many lucid experiences. So, I do a sort of RC by imagining that it is a dream. Once I let myself think that it is a dream I realize "I am dreaming!" Having not been lucid for a few months, I get a little excited. I think about what to do, and remeber a post on the forum about travelling in dreams. One poster had mentioned closing your eyes and imagining yourself somewhere (I forgot that others had cautioned against this for novice lucid dreamers). I close my eyes and think about a place I like to go on vacations during the summer. I try to imagine the sounds and smells, but as I do so everything blacks out, and I loose lucidity.
As expected, my re-establishment of a RC habit has not fully set in yet...officially my goal is just to have a single RC-induced lucid dream by this Saturday, which will be one full week of nights since my return to lucid dreaming, although I am quite open to the idea of having more LDs prior to that date Well, anyway, for the sake of improving recall and looking for more dream signs, here's what I remember from last night (it would seem I'm getting pretty consistent with remembering 3 dreams, eh?) Dream 1 - False memory and what I saw around me both said the same thing: I had done an absolutely awful job cleaning up at work the night before. The place was a mess...particularly the bathroom. All of the toilets had to be taped off due to...misuse, shall I say...or overuse...hmm. But anyway I was just waiting to really hear it from my boss, when he stepped inside and said, "You know what, great job on the cleanup last night. I never thought I'd say this, but I have absolutely no complaints; I can't think of anything that needs done better next time." I thought he was joking at first, but it became evident within moments that he was serious. "Sweet! I got off the hook!" I thought before the dream faded Dream 2 - I was at the computer, trying to type something, and I noticed my keyboard wasn't working. (this occasionally happens IRL...I have a keyboard that isn't fully Windows 7 compatible, so I sometimes have to unplug it and plug it back in to make it work) I was about to re-plug the keyboard, when I thought about my old one. It was just as basic as you could get, but it worked. But I really needed the newer one for video editing, so I wasn't sure what to do. Then this little mental argument grew to a huge scale in my head to where I was losing focus in the dream and the keyboard in front of me flashed between the new and the old...the dream grew more unstable...then it ended. Dream 3 - It was Christmas now, and someone got me an XBox 360 and a racing game to go along with it. At first it seemed really cool; the menus had great graphics and I was able to totally customize my car and all sorts of things. But then I actually got into the game and the FPS was really bad, not to mention the controller basically had no bearing on what happened in the game. Pushing buttons did things, but not always the same thing every time, and never what I wanted them to. Eventually I got frustrated and stopped, then took the XBox upstairs, opened it up, added some hardware (which conveniently appeared in my hand on the spot) and then tried it again. This time the controls were responsive, and the framerate was better, even though it still was a bit jerky. I woke up wanting a PS3. Not kidding. I know it was just a dream, but something in me really dislikes XBox now. Weird how that works...
[SPOILER="Drugs and Sex, Parental guidance strongly suggested"][INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"]19.11.2010[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT] [SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]Explicit[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#696969"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#1E90FF"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DC143C"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE] [COLOR="#696969"][/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]My recall on this one is spotty, and doesn't start at the exact beginning, so bear with me. [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]The best way to start it off would be the part where I was with my friend Alex showing him this new form of marijuana cultivation I pioneered that starts with putting a dry bud in water and somehow it ends up multiplying. We were in my backyard [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-It belonged to me in the dream though I'd never seen a place like- [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]which had three fountains perfect for the new technique. We plant the buds and then, using regularly obtained weed, get high before heading to a bar [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-which is also in "my" house and sort of looked latin as far as architecture went. [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]Eventually these two girls come up to us, one young (about 15 like me), beautiful, dark haired girl who just sat back and didn't say anything, [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-Actually this is one of the few times my dreams have used a face I recognized, the girl is an aquantince of mine though that wasn't who she played in the dream and wasn't exactly how the rest of her body looked-[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"] and another sexy older woman who had an air about her somewhere between Female-military-official and Experienced-hooker. She asked if I wanted a fun time tomorrow, and I said sure, against Alex's advice, because she looked like someone with honest intentions and a trustworthy character. As it turned out she was. Tomorrow was something along the lines of "Make-a-guy-happy day" or something, and she decided to do it through sexual favors, though her only intention was solely to make guys happy. She didn't even want money, though Alex insisted they always got something out of the deal. I signed in a tiny little agenda notebook and saw a lot of other names on there. The fact that they were essentially hookers got me thinking about disease, but somewhere between being desperate and loving ganja, I happened to forget about it. The next day my doorbell rang and, much to my surprise, it was the young girl, and not the older, one that was standing there. She never told me her name or, more likely, I just don't remember it after waking up so long ago, but we started talking about ourselves for a while. She said she that this was the first time her mom (the older woman) sent her out for a job and she still wasn't totally comfortable with it. I respected that and told her to just forget about anything sexual, it didn't matter and it's not like I was paying to begin with. So we just talked for a while, showed her my now filled to the brim Marijuana Fountains in my backyard we she mentioned how she smokes, and basically we just hung out for the day. Some time probably around five Alex came to look at the progress with the fountains. We went out there but I stopped him when I saw a guy ride by on a NASA vehicle on the other side of my fence which faced a road [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-In this dream NASA was basically interchangable with any policing group- [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]and he actually rode into part of my fence, knocking it down. But surprisingly enough he just went right on through and ran down my fence on the opposite side too so he could leave (I'm guessing my backyard was just some sort of shortcut he had to take). Later that night, me and the younger girl went to the bar again, both of us smoking before hand. We had a great time and when we were about to get on a train back to my house [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]-though I'm not sure where exactly it went since my house and the bar were the same building just at different times- [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]but out of the blue she kissed me. Obviously I kissed back, and we both got on the train. But then the real shocker hit; the train was totally deserted and we sat in the back where not even the driver could see us, and she started undoing my pants and givving me a hand job. I told her she didn't have to do it just because of what her mother was going to do, but she said that wasn't why. soon it turned into a full blown BJ and she was pretty good considering she claimed to be a virgin. That's as far as it got and we had to say our goodbyes for the night pretty soon after reaching our destination. But then the next day came tradgedy. When I woke up I knew I loved her, and I wanted to see her soon, but when I turned on the TV my heart sank. She'd be hit and killed that night by a speeding car that fled the scene. I was destroyed, but part of the dream reality must've been slipping through because I knew I could bring her back. [/COLOR][COLOR="#696969"]Unfortunately I was woken up before that could happen.[/COLOR][/INDENT][/SPOILER]
22.11.2010Battle Royale 2 + Hide and Seek (?) (Non-lucid, supplemented by melatonin) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Another exciting dream; too bad I forgot a few details. I think I'm too obsessed with Battle Royale. Maybe it's turning me evil. I was upstairs in a room, together with a lot of my friends. We were bracing ourselves and preparing ourselves mentally for the ordeal we're about to go through. Strangely enough, I found myself being more and more excited about this Battle Royale programme. Finally it was my turn. I grabbed my allocated stuff and went to the lift. In the lift, I quickly checked my items and found out I was given a pistol. Quickly I tucked it into my pocket but I forgot to check for bullets and extra ammunition. When I stepped out off the lift, I made my way and saw 2 of my friends hiding under something, with a gap below (and that is why I was able to see them). I ignored them and retraced my steps, not sure if they were planning to shoot whoever walks by. Suddenly I heard 2 gun shots and when I swerved around, I saw the 2 friends being knocked back, dead. I grabbed my pistol and I saw my senior, Iv, coming around the corner with a gun. I fired 2 shots at him immediately and with a groan of pain, fell to the ground. His partner, also my senior, D, followed behind and I frantically shot him crazy right in the face. He did the same, but weirdly enough both of us were not affected. *SCENE CHANGE* I found myself along with a group of my friends at school. We were still in the Battle Royale, and apparently we grouped up. The Battle Royale game was slowly morphing into Hide and Seek. "Let's stick together and find the last person!" someone cried. No, that is stupid. This is a Battle Royale game and the last thing I want to do is stick with a big group of people, I thought. I suggested to my 2 friends to sneak this way and be sure not to stand up or they would be seen through the windows, but they ignored me. Frustrated, I joined the big group. Our weapons changed into a roll of newspapers. All of us. Finally we reached the canteen. We did not know where to start looking. This is where the dream gets a bit fuzzy. I remembered myself and a few people running up and down, trying to find the last person. Finally, I made my way all the way back of the canteen, and I found him, OWJ. Apparently we were supposed to tap their feet when they sing their song. "Up up up up up up you you I I," OWJ sang. I quickly ran up and tap his feet. As OWJ and I made our way back. He sang Teenage Dreams and another song I forgot.
You know, DEILD has always sparked interest for me. But im not good at it. In fact, ive only succeeded in this technique once, a long time ago. Then I just tried and failed miserably forever after, waiting for the day when SP would show its ugly little face again. And it did. This morning. After a series of dreams, I wake up at about 7. Now these dreams were really weird, because they all revolved around me trying to find good dream scenes for my ideal LD Movie. I like to imagine how epic an LD movie would make in RL (excluding Inception of course). In diff scenes, including one with a truck and my friend Tam, I look around. This was amazing, because it made me experience a kind of lucidity I had never experienced before. Throughout the whole process, I kinda knew I was dreaming. Kinda. I mean, the plot itself was about dreams. So close, yet so far. At one point, im in the park in my neighborhood and my mom starts telling me how if she was lucid she could do stuff. I tell her its easy, and in my head I sort of think to myself while staring at a house: I was lucid, this house would explode. It didnt, of course. But I look at a stop sign and try to bend it with my mind. As I slowly become lucid, I wake up. Before I even get to realise im in my bed comes instant visual HH. In my head im like: Holy shit its about time! Finally another DEILD! Vibrations start to come, but im keeping my cool. Besides, its my second time Then...I open my mouth. For NO REASON. I just felt like opening my mouth, so I did. What a jerk. To my defense, I guess I wasnt 100% aware, but I knew completely what was going on. Sigh... I guess it wasnt meant to be. I decided not to add the brief moment of lucidity at the end, because I felt it was too small to cheat. At least im at home tomorrow, I might get a chance to redeem myself. Wel see
Three dreams last night- one long and vivid, one stress dream, and one short funny dream about my dog. Actually, my dog appears in all three dreams. In which a rich elderly man is frustrated by his unrequited love for Cameron Diaz... I'm not actually in this first dream. Sometimes I felt the experience from a third-person observer point of view. Sometimes I was the old man and sometimes I was Cameron Diaz. In the morning, my hubby told me that next time I'm Cameron Diaz, I should wake him up. Cameron Diaz and a friend are on her private island. (She is Cameron Diaz, but in my dream she is not an actress but an heiress.) They are sitting in beach chairs wearing one-piece 50s style swimsuits and broad-rimmed shades. Between them, a black lab sleeps in the sand. The two women are drinking martinis and facing the sea. Suddenly a yatch appears and an old man, in his late 70s or early 80s, walks up to the sunbathing women. He is wrinkled and balding but in good health. He's dressed in a white Polo sports shirt and white slacks. He and Cameron know one another from some time in the past. She recognizes him but seems neither pleased nor unhappy to see him. The old man doesn't mince words. All at once, he asks Cameron Diaz to marry him. She smiles, sips her martini, and declines. It's apparent that they've had this conversation before. She tells him that she doesn't love him. He pleads that he can make her happy. They are perfect for each other- they both love the sea. She prefers it from her island, she argues, while he prefers it from his boat. He flirts and smiles nonchalantly, but inside his heart is breaking. He gets back on his yatch and leaves. Four years later, Cameron Diaz has had her island repossessed. Something horrible has happened- perhaps a war or a major depression- and she is now a laborer on the island that she once enjoyed. She wears a handkerchief to hold her hair back from her sunburned face while she picks peppers, collecting them in the apron of her hand-made farmer's dress. Her hands are rough, and she thinks of Scarlett O'Hara when she goes to visit Rhett in jail after the war. The yatch appears again, and the same old man from before disembarks. He's wearing a fine blue suit with a top hat and a monocle. He carries a cane. Seeing Cameron Diaz in her poverty clothes doesn't phase him at all. He drops to one knee in the fruit field and offers her a diamond ring. He tells her that he is a billionaire and can buy back the island for her and make her rich and happy if she will only marry him. He says he loves her now just as before. Cameron Diaz still declines his proposal. She insists that she can't marry him because she doesn't love him. The old man falls down into the dirt, clutching his heart. Cameron calls for help, and she and her laborer friends carry him into a small hut and put him in bed. There, by candle light, she nurses him back to help. When he is recovered enough to talk, the old man tells Cameron Diaz that he has already purchased the island back from the person who took it from her, and now he will gift it to her with no strings attached. He asks Cameron Diaz why she has always refused to marry him, and she explains again that she just doesn't love him. He asks her why, and she says that she is offended because he never shaves his legs. He pulls back the covers and looks down at his legs: they are my legs only they are very hairy and have many bruises. The old man has my dog Lucy with him, and Lucy plays with Cameron Diaz's black lab. While the old man recovers in bed, he likes to watch Lucy and the black lab playing out his window. One day, he notices that the black lab has large tumors growing on its back. He worries that Lucy will catch a disease from him. He asks a doctor to check the dog out, and the doctor explains that the lab has ringworm. The old man is relieved because Lucy takes ringworm protection monthly. In which I walk out to get coffee and end up stressed and left alone... I walk with my dog Lucy to get some coffee from the local cafe. The cafe keeps moving and I have to walk a few miles just to get the coffee. I get two cups and try to walk back home, but I'm tired and I keep spilling the coffee because my dog keeps pulling on the leash. After a few blocks, I stop at a payphone and call my husband to come get me. He agrees. I keep walking alongside the road. I figure I will see him as he comes towards me. But just as he turns onto the street I'm walking on, an 18 wheeler passes between us and blocks his view of me. He does not see me and keeps driving. I wave at him, but he turns the corner and heads in the direction of the cafe. I try to chase after him, but he is too far down the road. In which my dog falls into a river but I rescue her... I’m walking my dog Lucy over a bridge. She starts to chase a fly and runs off the bridge and falls towards the rushing river below. There just happens to be a basket bobbing along at the moment that she falls, and Lucy lands in the basket. I run off the bridge and race along the bank of the river as Lucy floats down it. For a moment I’m hysterical with terror that something is going to happen to her. Then I attain a very fleeting lucidity and realize that this is only a dream and that I would not allow anything bad to happen to Lucy in my dream. There will be a solution. As I run alongside the river, lucidity lost again, Lucy looks at me with desperate eyes. Her paws are on the rim of the basket. I see another bridge up ahead, and I run fast so that I can get there before she does. I make it just in time. I lean over the side of the bridge with my hands reaching towards the water just as Lucy is rushing underneath. I grab the basket and snatch her out of the water.
Updated 11-22-2010 at 03:24 PM by 38879
Length: Multiple hours Technique: DILD Non-dream Dream Lucid Anyway, I just woke up from this a couple hours ago. It started off with me in a god damned warzone (because of call of duty). I was fighting the vietnamese (in a vietnam forest), but I wasnt really theyre enemy, I shot the ones that came towards me, but only in the arm. After a few hits, they realized I wasnt there to hurt them. I ran past them. I was looking for Sergio. Who was he? I don't know. But I did know that I was sent there by my dad specifically to pick him up. He said he was a 3rd cousin, or important relative or something similar. I found him hiding out in a trench, I just knew it was him. He was surrounded by two people shooting at him, my people. He was shot once in the liver and once in the arm, I shot one enemy down, and sneaked up behind the other before I stabbed his back. Then I called for a medic for them and quickly I picked up Sergio. I ran back, climbed up a ladder, and found 5 more of my guys, shooting at me, I took them all out. I kept running, and passed by Sergios friends, they knew I was taking him to help. I ran all the way to my base. There was a helicopter, and my dad was there to pick up Sergio and bring him back. I woke up, and I saw my dad. I was in my room, but, thinking of Vietnam, I asked him when I got up here. He said something like 3:30, but looked quizzical. There was a green globe next to him that attempted to assure that I was in a dream, but to no avail. I thought it was odd, and that I COULD be dreaming. I fell back asleep. I was in a building of some sort, looked like a large mall with no shops. I was with either King Richard the 3rd or King Henry the 1st. While having a discussion, a huge amount of the wall on the side opposite of us broke instantly, and a large group of soldiers came out (30 or so). I had to protect the king. Another group of soldiers came out from the ceiling (20ish), with a rain of glass, covered in black, our soldiers. There to defend the king. They threw me a gun, and I immediately noticed that there were 4 subgroups in our team, 2 on top, on the left and right, and 2 on the ground under them, centered more. I ran up the middle, and shot 2 guys down, the king was back with 3 soldiers, I checked back to see if they'd flank us. They didnt, good luck. I ran up and shot 3 more, all in the leg. 6 came to the left, and I found myself shouting, " to the left, to the left!", they were taken down instantly. I noticed that they were essentially following everyone who shouted, and they never said a word. There was about twelve or so more, I told every one to get the high ground, the guys on top dropped broadswords (very nice ones too) onto the ground in front of a link between the left and right on the top. These soldiers, like fucking pros, grabbed the swords stuck in the ground, and then jumped, and used their arm strength to push up and flip onto the next level. I needed a sword, close range was coming up next. One of my team mates dropped a sheathed sword to me, and I grabbed the handle and flipped off the sheath like a total badass. "4 to your right", they took them down, then there was the commander, with a slick sword, ready to run up to the king. "Go, go go!" I shouted. The one-half team on the ground shot the 3 guys around him while I ran up with my sword. He unsheathed and blocked me at the same time. The sword fight was absolutely engaging, but otherwise not a strong climax. After his deflection I swung once to his head, and he blocked. Then I swung to his right, where he blocked with his left hand's sheath, and attacked at the same time, I quickly parried and cut his shoulder open. Afterwards I took away his sword, it was all over. I didn't kill him, but rather let the special ops take him away. Our team, without a single loss of life, stood guard the king while he sat down at a nearby desk. He looked at me with awe. He then pulled out a sword from under the desk. He said, projectively, "Today, we award this man with the highest honor, for bravery,resistance under pressure, incomprehensible leading ability, and for the savior of royalty." then looked at me and said "And for this, I hand you this sword." The sword was similar to the soldiers swords, but not a broadsword, a double-edged sword, with a fancier decorative brown leather sheath. He told me he would immediately write me out the honor, as well as some special gift. He wrote them, and I felt something weird. "This isn't the first time your writing this," I said. "Why of course it is, no honor so high has been awarded in all of the history of my country." I told him that I knew. Then I looked around, all of a sudden, tons of papers were flying around, and landed on the ground, the same strong paper the king was writing on. It was written in Old English, 20 papers. I told him that there was a subspace highway through here. An alternate universe where this already happened. I went to find it. I found a door with a blackness inside of it. I jumped in. I was in a different dream altogether. I was lucid. I was in some dreary place, a building with a red tint, small hallways and metal elevators. There were four elevators, but the one I was about to go into was closing, and I didnt trust the sensors. I tried to have the next elevator have people in it. I went to the next one, it was filled with cardboard standups, fake people. I grabbed one and pulled it out. I turned around and saw the real people, they were my friends. It was the only big elevator, and I tried to put the cardboard in before the doors closed but I was too late. One of my buddies stuck his tongue out at me. I turned around and went into the 2nd elevator (which now inexplicably had no cardboard things) and got in. No wonder they were laughing when they stuck their tongue out at me. This elevator was tiny. I barely had room to move. I knew I had to go to floor one, so I clicked the button. It said there were four floors, and 1 was the lowest, but we went up, and we went up for a great while. It felt like about 13 floors, and it went really fast. My friends said they were confused. They first asked which floor to go to, then asked why they were under the first floor, and if the elevator was broken. It gave me a bit of worry, but I assured myself I'd stop correctly. I got out. It was a leadup into a wakeup. I DEILDed into a dream. It wasnt the same dream, not at all. I was in the back of a rolls ryce I think. I went out and saw a girl. "Hello," I said "You look fine this evening. I got out of the car, and noticed a much more... tempting... girl coming around in sweatpants. I also saw some girl come out of the passenger seat. Knowing it was a dream I knew I could do whatever I want, but even so, the seeming free will of my DCs was astonishing. The girl came out, it was an older girl. A teacher it seemed like (only guessed that because of what happened next, and her horn rimmed glasses). She went over and pulled the sweatpants down a few inches. "Lets see how well she does," I look at her buttocks. I then hear "A+... not bad," as I see an A+ seemingly tattooed (but completely natural looking) on her hip. I ready myself to indulge and... Damn, didn't concentrate for a minute. I ended up waking up, and my brother was above me. "Let's go play COD", he said. Always an interruption. I talked for like 30 seconds with closed eyes and he went away. I DEILDed back into another dream. I was in the elevator building again, the same bottom floor with the four elevators. I went into the one I went into before (I had a gun) I immediately shot the shoulder of a man crouching. It was a king. The alternate King Richard (or Henry), writing something on those papers. He was rewriting. I had figured earlier that this place was a government building, but for it to go as high up as the king? He seemed intent on writing it, and absolutely terrified at the sight of me. He thought he was going to be taken away (when he realized I wasnt after about 2 seconds, he just kept writing) That's when I woke up for the last time. This was a pretty crazy dream. I felt ecstatically proud leading those groups of people, defending the king, and ultimately defeating the enemy commander. Something you just cant get from a video game...
16.11.2010Distressed (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I and my mother on driving down a road and see a gas station. We both agree that we need a bathroom break and pull over. As I get out of the Mazda I see another man, the poster boy for a serial killer's henchman, exiting his vehicle. I walk around to my mother's side, exchange a knowing glance with her and open the door. From the moment we walk through the front door the man is on my heels. It's a big gas station and there are several twists and turns to reach the bathroom. So I know either he is following us, or has the same goal as us. I put my hand in the right pocket of my jeans and grip the pocket knife that never leaves my side. We pass the men's bathroom on the way to the women's and he is still following us. With no way to turn back, I and mom enter the bathroom and he's still on our heels. We both play dumb and as soon as she enters one of the stalls I enter the same one and try to shut the door behind me. He starts forcing his weight against the door. "No fair girly! Just open the door!" He's says in a Bronx, thug accent. He starts to push in and even sees me pulling open the knife but still pushes forward and tries to reach for it. My strength was no match for his and he pried the door open. I stabbed him. I inflicted as much damage as I could, at first only superficial to try and scare him off because I didn't want to take a life. But in the end, it's what I had to do. I and my mother exit the stall, his blood all over my clothes. She runs to get help and call the police and I run out into the parking lot stumbling from the effects of faded adrenaline and the fear from realization that I almost visited my worst nightmare. I pull out my phone unconsciously and place a call, putting the phone to my ear just as I reach our SUV. I try to open it, but it's locked, so I just lean my head against the glass and let out a sigh. The phone rings. Once, twice, three times... I get her voice mail. At first I think about hanging up, but the scared and distressed part of me wont allow it and wins over. After a short moment of silence I begin to speak... "...Connie, it's me, Tessa." It's all just a whisper. "Please just call me back. ...I need you..." I hang up and slump down to take a seat on the curb, waking up shortly after.
21.11.2010Not Gonna Get Us (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm with my Great Aunt Connie who I will just say now, is one of my most favorite people in the world. We're in a rural area with a group of people who like Connie and I are on some serial killers hit list. This killer uses distance to his advantage and picks us off with a sniper. We're standing outside a safe house that we'd just arrived at and one of the members of the group gets a call. I'm standing in the loosely formed half circle of the group holding Connie's hand, almost hiding behind her as if I were a shy little girl all over again and hiding behind my mother. The person's expression becomes frightened and strained and she/he turns the speak phone option on. It's the serial killer. He has us stand in an odd formation and if we don't follow his instructions exactly, he shoots us on the spot. One poor girl makes a mistake and a loud gunshot can be heard coming from the mountains, half a second's delay later, a bullet pierces her skull and she collapses. The group scatters like a bunch of ants who's mound just got stepped on. Connie pulls me towards the nearest car (which I might say was a very nice car with leather seats and could only belong to an upper-class person) and before I know it we're driving away. It's sunset and by the time we make it to a LARGE sea-side city it's late at night. There's huge sky scrapers all over and one of them is a first class hotel which we stop at for the night. Our room is on like, the 40th floor overlooking the ocean. I walk hesitantly into the room and look through the windows at a sky scraper that's just as tall not too far in the distance. My heart drops to my gut and I rush over and close those blinds. I drag my feet across the floor towards the bed while Connie's in the bath room and sit on the farthest side from the room's door. I pull my knees up to my chest and hug the close, staring blankly at the ocean ahead. I don't even notice Connie walk around to the other side of the bed and sit down next to me, until she puts her hand on my shoulder and pulls me into a hug. I curl up into a tight ball and fall asleep in her arms. Shift I'm the sun just set and I'm riding into town with mom and Toby who are occupying the front seats. I get a phone call from Connie and she seems upset, she only says a few words here and there and mostly there's just silence on the other end. She starts to say something but cuts short and says "no, I can't..." That's not Connie's normal behavior, Connie is firm, sharp and direct when it comes to serious situations. "Come on, you can tell me, " I said. There was silence and strained breathing in the background for a moment more before she hung up. We arrive at the store and I part ways with my mother shortly after entering. I'm headed towards the media section when I see Connie walking and talking with the store manager. She was here to remodel our Walmart! I was over-joyed and it was as if I'd never got the phone call.
Record my 50th LD this night. I think my actual count is off by a few but it's close enough. So yay me! Playing Cards In the desert, maybe in the wild west like Red Dead Redemption. I am with a friend around a campfire and there's also another DC. He's a middle-aged man. In the dream I recall thinking he looked like a well-known actor but I can't recall who. We start playing cards. My friend and I play a few rounds of Texas Hold 'Em. Then the third man is dealer and he deals out a hand of 7-Card Stud, which my friend and I don't really like. Then we play a different game where we are dealt out a lot of cards, like a whole deck. I ask it he dealt too many. Recall fades. Sex DEILD Chain Method DEILD Lucidity C Vividness B Control C Recall is a bit hazy. DEILD from a previous dream that I don't recall. I enter the dream in an FA, looking through my sleep mask at my bedside clock. I try to move my limbs but it either wakes me up or triggers an FA. So I lay patiently without moving, just waiting and staring at the clock. I begin to become sleepy and close my eyes which triggers yet another FA. Now I'm in a different bed and the stability of the dream is better. It's a very large bed and there is a huge pile of laundry on it, almost up to the ceiling. I'm laying on one corner of the bed. I roll out of bed and put on my glasses. The dream becomes clearer and more vivid. I walk out of the bedroom. Outside, the hallway is an open balcony overlooking the entryway and living room of the house below. I don't recognize this house at all. Confused and disoriented, I encounter an attractive girl who I don't recognize. I grab her and we do the business. The dream destabilizes and I wake. I DEILD back into a similar scene with a different attractive and anonymous girl. I lead her back to the bedroom with the bed covered with laundry and proceed. This cycle repeats 3-4 times, connected by a mix of FAs and DEILDs. Mostly I just recall that the sex was great. Work and Pizza I'm at work, which is surprisingly rare in my dreams. I sitting in one of the pens instead of my real office. I recognize many real coworkers sitting near me. CG is walking back and forth between me and LM, because LM and I don't get along. CG is calling him "Steel" for some reason. Anyway, I'm begin especially sarcastic and disruptive. I walk to the kitchen where I see one box of pizza so I take a slice and return to my desk. Moments later, I return to the kitchen just as a pizza delivery man is dropping off another pizza box. This happens a few times, with a delivery man dropping off a single pizza just as I am there to take a slice.
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