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TDM GUN GAME

My Father was playing Gun Game on Black Ops 3, the order of the weapons was different. After my Dad finishes his match I go on the Xbox One and play.
I find out this is a Team Death Match version of Gun Game.

Had some other dreams on the tip of my tongue but I forgot.

Night of August 20, 2016. Saturday.



I am in an unknown area, but which strongly seems to be the area near the fictional New Moon Drive In from a Huckleberry Hound story. I am not sure how this wonderful childhood impression so clearly comes to me after all these years, but it has happened a number of times previously. There is a very strong happiness permeating my dream for a time.

Eventually, I am aware of the Freakies from Freakies Cereal, although there are additional creatures which appear quite different than the original characters. Each one is a different color (including purple, pink, and cyan) and about half my height. One is an octopus-like creature but his limbs are truncated to where they seem more like suction cups or extended “craters” all around his spherical body. Another creature is like an octopus as well but his thin tentacles have numerous additional thin tentacles coming out of them evenly all down the side, the effect somewhat like minimal plant roots. At one point we stand on the roof of an unknown building (possibly meant to be the Rose Street building) watching the sky for Mister Sandman.

All this time, “Mister Sandman” (by the Chordettes) seems to be playing. However, the other words are not distinct and the song seems to actually be about the “real” Mister Sandman arriving, possibly by rocket.

I wander about in what resembles a fairground setting and there is a nice sense of timelessness and “being in the right place”.

Eventually, Huckleberry Hound is seen on the roof of the New Moon Drive In in his crashed rocket (though there had been no focus on any actual crash). He looks about as if puzzled. A number of people approach the building with low-level crowd noises and a positive sense of wonder. I cross a street to see what is going on.

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I thought this was a wonderful and nostalgic experience. I was semi-lucid throughout most of it though remained passive regardless of the presence of the weird ugly Freakies. I thought it included a very nice “failed flight waking transition” event, a very common waking metaphor (a far more detailed extension of the primary biological waking function). Although I have not included a “water induction” tag, there is an association as the song “Moon River” has the lyric with “my huckleberry friend“ (though obviously not connected to Huckleberry Hound).

This is a recurring dream I have, but haven't had in a while...But with a twist I realise afterwards that I am rewriting dream, to give myself another chance every time I get stuck.

At last minute I find out I need to get class ready for big performance, this time its xmas play. I have zero time and as a result my mind is fairly paralysed with fear/dread.
It is a Friday and I get a reprieve till Monday for me to think up a plan. The weekend evaporates and it is Monday morning leaving me with more or less the same dilemma. I have one lesson before show time. I waste the time talking to Ed who is doing last minute rehearsals with his class. So I change the dream and go back to day start again.
I waste the time worrying this time about what number to do with the class. So I go back in dream to lesson start again.
This time I decide on a number that they already know, twinkle twinkle little star, LOL. I realise that there needs to be a musical element.
I decide on kids using sleigh bells for that and check this is ok for performance with S in staff room. I then have to go back again in dream.
This time I get kids to listen to twinkle, twinkle and sing it while they are doing their work as in lesson they are supposed to be working.
I imagine being caught by management. I decide that the number is going to be a bit tame and go back again in the dream.
This time I include playing a electric guitar for twinkle, twinkle little star. Realise there is not enough time for this and
at last decide on a final version, which is to use a tape of a guitar playing near the end of the performance. Phew!

+(f) (vague, impression) work, large buildings

+(f) guys tossing small glass vials from shelves into the air and swinging at them with baseball bats

+ I'm looking up at the top of my instrument and I notice the 2nd to the last key hole is entirely uncovered, the key mechanism seems to have fallen inside the tube! I'm trying to figure out what happened, I won't be able to play the lowest notes

+ (long, vivid) lying on bed in (4th grade?) classroom start of school day, chart on wall with recycling terms, boy rolls over me I grab him with both arms an roll with him, 2 boys on counter are reading the chart with me; French class, huge pronunciation char on wall, I read several of the (nonsense) words out loud with French pronunciation.

In house lying on bed, I'm visitor no my house, father (big guy) comes in with a huge pacifier in his mouth (WLAT moment, "Whoa/WTF! Look at that!), he takes it out and holds it up against a vent in the ceiling which looks like a large round sprinkler-style showerhead which is a vacuum sucking air out, the pacifier flattens against the surface of the vent from the pressure of the air moving out, this is I know to sanitize the pacifier. I'm telling the tale of my trip back to school, saying how I was reading the charts, and the mother is saying "Oh! Oh, how wonderful, Oh, that's great, Oh!" to everything I'm saying (I just hear her she's not visible).

Boy on 2nd floor hallway putting on a bright blue full-body condom (more like a garbage bag) over his head (it drapes down his entire body to the floor, I think that won't be a very comfortable experience, and I think it's hilarious) with the help of his mother, his (ahem) gets bigger (baguette, french bread), I start feeling myself the lubricant inside as if I was wearing it. I think the Then downstairs his dad is naked (but not erect) and his wife says "Oh this was just an excuse to get naked with me!" Then their "daughter" comes home, she's older like late teens or early 20's, she's staggering and has a glazed expression on her face, to me it's clear that she's completely smashed, the mother notices then and hovers over her saying "Oh, what's wrong, what's wrong, baby!?". Then the father starts speaking in a super basso-profondo voice, so deep that it's almost impossible to understand what he's saying. He's talking about the planning of a party, and says to the drunk "daughter", whom he calls "Debbie," and at this point I realize she's a fake daughter, like an actress, not a real one, because of the name change, that she can come to the party only if she doesn't bring her drunk/loser friends.

Then I get the feeling that the entire think was like a show I was partially participating in: my view now is inside a medium-sized theater in the 1950's, my perspective is from the left side (looking out) of the stage looking into the audience. I see people, particularly women, are dressed in the 1950's style. The theater is about 40-50% full, there are ample empty seats around but it's still a decent-sized crowd. Down front in the right-middle section is a large man with short dark hair, a chiseled look, wearing jeans, also like a 1950's "tough guy".

Then I'm seated in the section near that guy, but facing back up towards the rear of the theater. The actors from "The Munsters" appear in the aisle by me and walk down, first the Herman guy comes and sits right next to my on my left, I immediately hold out my hand and shake his hand, then the other actors huddle standing around me, and I touch each one of them, and I say,

I've touched 2 famous people in 2 seconds! <touch another one>
I've touched 3 famous people in 3 seconds! <touch another one>
I've touched 4 famous people in 4 seconds!

Then I look to the left and there are some women actors there and I say "...in 11 seconds!"

Then all of their faces are pushed up right into mine our cheeks, etc. are touching, I'm wondering a bit about my breath and there's some removal tooth partial in my mouth that isn't seated correctly.

I'm at some unfamilar beach with a single small building and natural rock structures that have an opening through to the water. I am some sort of guard using a fake name and I am sitting on the side of some serious conflict in the building. There was some sort of argument and I remember feeling tense like this was a matter of war and I was in the presence of enemies. I sat next to some other similarly dressed people who seemed to be on my side. Then I left and became myself. I was with band and it was familar, at least two people and the director were. the rest were just a mass. We are in uniform and I want to take part in the "parade" (we are assembled at the opening, west of the singular building) but I am lacking a harness, white shirt, and coat. The white dress shirt is not a part of the uniform IWL. Seeing as I am unable to participate, I set the drums down (God knows how I was holding them up) and set off to find the "color guard shower". whatever that is. I remember hearing the sound of a shower growing stronger (voices too? unclear) and ending up in a curving passageway with a slight ascension. I am somehow aware I am still near the band despite said passage being invisible earlier (abstract space, DS). I only really remember coming into the end of it (I'm assuming there was a beginning) and it had cracks of light in the ceiling. The light would suggest sunlight but the passage was far too bright to be hidden from the sun and the cracks seemed to be beams. I think I woke up shortly after seeing these beams.

At first I'm at work, Lowe's. Walking the one aisle that is mine It's a huge mess and I'm offended that some stupid person has wrecked it and that I have to clean up after them. Then I realize that the PSAs are doing a reset, and for some absurd reason we're selling mattresses now. I look at the bay, unsure what to do with it now. Why are the mattresses even HERE? Why are there pillows scattered everywhere? Do I clean them up? Or wait until the reset is done?

Then I am in my childhood home in Blackstone MA. It's the latest hour of the night, the house is dark, and I'm looking down at a random assortment of objects on a dresser top. I think about returning the ring to my ex, like he has asked, and feel a very distant, cold pain when I realize he is dead and has been for a few weeks. (The dead part, isn't true, at least.) And, returning the ring is no longer an issue, I feel relieved and also guilty for feeling better, that I don't have to think about it anymore.
Seamlessly the story changes, it isn't only that he is dead but that he never existed, and I'm the only one who remembers. It seems so sad to me that I'm the only one. I can't be the only one, can I? Who remembers him? I think about our dog, and wonder who has been taking care of him in my ex's absence. I should pick him up. He'll be sad now, that my ex is gone, I suppose he'll have to make do with me.
I'm in the hallway of the house. But I'm not myself. It's a really absurd Fringe crossover. I pass a man who makes a grab at me, I feel completely insane because he's trying to convince me that I'm wrong. That the person I believed existed wasn't even real.
. In the show Fringe, Olivia Dunham had a niece, Ella. I hear her talking in my head like someone has mentioned a person to her.
"Aunt Liv? Who is that?" She asks. Of course she doesn't know me, but it hurts all the same. I twist free of the man making a grab at me. I see myself in third person and for a moment I'm Olivia.
He's certain that I'm insane, because I think Olivia Dunham existed, when no one else remembers her. It seems so sad, that everyone should forget. It's a sharp, perfect pain in my chest. I twist free, making a run for the stairs leading to the front door. I know she's real, I can't have made her up.

I rarely analyze dreams when I post them, but I suppose this makes sense...after the fact. In the show, something similar happens to one of the characters, a timeline is erased along with one of the main characters. Olivia's belief that he once existed is enough to pull him from the ether into existence. So. That I see myself in third person, as Olivia and also the person believing she existed when no one else remembers...makes a sort of sense. People forget about me all the time. And just like the DCs, they don't even realize they're doing it.

I was in the middle of a city, still daylight but turning dark. I was being chased by a angry mob of people. They wanted to lynch me for some reason, no idea why just kind of got dropped into the shitty situation..

While running from the mob I became lucid. They were closing in on me and I wanted to test some lucid powers out. I was standing in the middle of a street and decided to merge with the road and become part of it using it as a disguise. I didn't know if I could turn myself into the road but I tried. I melted into the road and became part of it. The mob ran right past me, it worked perfect.

I emerged from the road into my normal form. A new crowd of people came up to me impressed with my powers but they seemed to know all about it. I asked them if I could use this ability anytime...they said yes but it would only work when I wasn't dreaming from now on. I asked if I were to be hiding as the road and a car drove over me would I be harmed...they said yes but it would be worth the risk. I agreed and somehow convinced myself this really would carry over to real life and would be a useful power.

A woman then started emerging from the street like I did but she was naked and had pieces of the road stuck to her skin. She got stuck in the concrete, bent over in a compromising position. The new crowd told me she was a evil person who was a threat to my powers and everyone else. This is dark but they said in order to keep my power and stop her for good I had to force myself on her sexually. I said no I'm not doing that. They said I had to and besides it was just a dream no one was really going to be hurt. This made sense to me in the dream so I did it while the crowd cheered me on until I woke up...shaking my head thinking how messed up that was.

I saw my old (long-dead) cat Sylvester. However, I was very small, maybe 10 centimeters (3 inches). My very own cat tried to kill me. It bit me in the shoulder (I wasn't so small anymore, but my cat was definitely size of a tiger compared to me). It didn't really hurt.

I had a great Deus Ex-themed dream last night (that's a video game by Eidos Montreal/Square Enix). It was set in the Mankind Divided universe. I was sitting on the floor in a dilapidated building, together with a group of augmented people. Presumably somewhere in the ghetto, or hiding from the government. Our "leader", or at least the alpha male of the group, was standing up in front of us. He was a real douche, and a loudmouth. He may or may not have been a terrorist. He was spewing hate speech, and at at some point, I had a disagreement with him. He got very hostile, and said I was banned from the group and had to leave. He said I wasn't really "one of them". I pointed out I had a synthetic implant in the back of my skull, connecting to my spine - but this was an implant I got as result of an injury - not a performance-enhancing aug. He said he knew, but it wasn't good enough. I spoke up so the whole group could hear it. I said that I would happily cut off my arm and replace it with a cybernetic one to prove my loyalty. The others started started speaking up, and I felt the atmosphere in the room change from silent obedience to outright rebellion. Our fight heated up, and I got in his face and yelled something. Feeling the crowd had turned against him, he slowly backed away and vanished.

Terrifying nightmare. I was in the garden of our old house. It was dark. I saw silhouettes in distance (it's a pretty big garden). I had enough of being afraid, and charged in - loudly screaming. But I hesitated. I came up with the excuse that maybe it wasn't necessary. I ran away again, but my fears manifested a creature that chased my out of the garden, onto the street. I looked back, and to my terror it was still chasing, coming straight for me. It was humanoid, but with unnaturally long arms. Like Slenderman, but not as tall and far scarier because it moved fast. So fast. The moment it was about to "get" me, I woke up in sheer terror.

I have notes of a "swamp", a "woman swimming", and "crocodiles". I remember none of it, except the crocodiles.

Dream took place in my old family home again. My phone buzzed in my pocket (allegedly, I remember nothing, these are old notes). My dad was upstairs. In the dream, I think he was installing (or had already installed) a fixed air conditioner unit. I could hear the annoying sound. In reality, it as my own crappy mobile AC that I was hearing, and the sound "leaked" into the dream in this form.

I think I was on a quay, I think. I came across my old colleagues from my previous previous previous job (Tankpark). We did not split on good terms. I greet them, they ignore me. I was like "okay then", and continued on my way.

We were in a garage-like space, dismantling a nuke. Notes tell me Xiaoxi (Chinese lady I know) was somehow involved, but I don't recall how. Heroes' Matt Parkman was there too (no surprise, I had seen actor Greg Grunberg in Star Trek: Beyond the evening before). At some point, Arthur Petrelli showed up and tried to stop us. I ignored him, saying he was dead. Suddenly, he turned out to be an older man called "Manny". I was supposed to know him from the past when he was younger, but didn't recogize him. He argued the world was in terrible shape, and asked us to stop. I convinced him it would only get worse if the nuke went off. We got ready to leave. Matt was interested in a fish bowl with some fish still in it, randomly laying around in the garage. He took it with him. We crawled under the garage door, which was half closed. I felt extremely tired, physically. So did the others, according to my notes. We find ourselves in what looks like an underground parking garage. In the distance, I see armed forced enter from several entrances. Guys in full SWAT gear. I am suspicious. We get on our knees as if to surrender, and I think to Parkman (he's a mind-reader) to get ready to get us out of here if things go wrong. Not sure how he would have done that. He can't teleport.

I remember having a conversation with Heroes character Mohinder Suresh. I noticed he looked younger than he should, so I assumed I was in the past.

I was sleeping (in a bed, obviously) in a room I didn't really recognize. At some point, my whole family walked by (mom, dad and possibly brother). They're standing by the window, looking outside. I join them, and see an airplane doing cool stunts. I want to grab my phone to take pictures, but to my anger I cannot find it!

I saw a speech of President Obama, on a grassy lawn somewhere (not the White House). He suddenly spoke a few sentences in French. Although he spoke slowly, his pronunciation was spot on. I was impressed.

I was with a couple of colleagues from the job I just got fired from. Our shift leader (Peter Bosmans) was with us. We were in a garage. The idea was, I think, to kill ourselves. I don't recall how. We'd kill each other one by one, with some kind of poisonous injection. I felt it was better to keep living, so I told them this. They didn't seem to have a problem with it, though I did think that if I was to survive, I would have to kill the last of them.

Long dream. I was in a company HQ of a biotech company. There was a zombie outbreak. There was a guy in front of me. He looked pale, and his skin somewhat slimy. He was still lucid/aware. As I feared, he could not contain it any loner and attacked me. I fled, down a ladder? I waited, and prepared my chainsaw. It was a rather small chainsaw but whatever. He popped up, and I chainsawed him. In another scene I was swimming in a dark, half submerged part of the building. I had to dodge mines. I did this by swimming over them so quickly, that the explosions came too late and I could get past unhurt. In another scene I witnessed another man trying to escape the building. He came running out of a room on fire (both him, and the room).
Later on, we found ourselves in a first-floor lobby. Large windows overlooked a sort of elevated yard with flowers and stuff, and then the plaza below, and the streets beyond. Reaching the main entrance below would require us to navigate more zombie-infested corridors, so I broke the window and wanted to escape by climbing down. In the yard, I saw a kid. He was dressed pretty poshly, and spoke in a British accent. He said it wasn't allowed to walk through the yard, and I think he wanted to ask his supervisor for permission. I ignored him, this was an emergency. We evacuated the building. On ground level, I walked with the others past the building and saw the company name: Ichor Therapeutics. This is a real company, lead by someone I know in reality. I doubted for a second. I felt like I had to go back in, as there were still many people lost and trapped inside the building.

There was caos in the streets. Women running everywhere. Mike & Meesha & I had to leave an apartment we were apparently living in. This strange dream continued in a second dream that I chained after my wbtb but lucidity still escaped me.

Meesha cat woke me up over & over. It seemed like every hour she was waking me up & it was really confusing my dreamscapes.


Non-Lucid-Green
Lucid-Red
Explanation of details-Blue
Side Notes-Purple
Astral Projection/AP-Brown/OOB

I find myself upstairs in a hallway, and I recognize M Street. I do a quick noseplug, breathe twice and I'm good to go. I walk down upstairs hallway and there's a faint yellow hue hanging over the dream scene. I begin clapping to engage senses and increase vividness. Noise doesn't come on the first, but sensations and noise come on successive claps. I continue a few more steps as I rub hands and clarity picks up. I finally reach the rail and get ready for some flight up and over into the first floor entryway. There are glass double doors with glass windows to the right. I notice a resort looking area in the front which seems to be a blend blend of grass, some parked black SUVs in a cresent driveway, and a pool laying beyond. I decide to make it interesting iand go to phase through the light tan wall to the right and remember my dream goal of the reishi forest. I figure I could try taking this route to get there. As I go to phase through the wall, I notice that I'm transitioning into a very thick, high viscosity material and decide to pull my dream body out as I don't want to risk losing stability; I decide to take a simpler route for the moment. I approach back to the glass windows, and simply jump right through to the next area. Instead of transitioning directly to the outdoor resort setting, I enter to another room with a glass wall that leads to the back of a resort area - now containing a large pool in the center with a lounge area surrounding it. I fly over the single dropped step in the middle of the room and through the glass. It's a bright sunny day out in the resort area, and the water of the pool is crystal clear with a hint of blue. I remember the dream goal idea in I had thought about: going into water/underwater. I've never gone in water in an LD, so I use the opportunity. I fly swoop down and glide across the surface of the water, sticking my right hand out and trailing it through. I feel a bit of the resistance and texture of the surface. I then remember hearing some LDers talk about going underwater. I want to experience it, so swoop up, then plunge down into the water, and submerge quite a few feet. I then want to see if I can see as I notice my dream eyes are closed from habit. I open them, but everything is a dark gray murky color with a slight hind of green. I begin to feel myself waking to my physical bodyand get up for the day.

I was in a room full of computers. Aliens were invading outside. An alien tried to get inside through an open window. I closed it with force, hurting the creature as its hand/paw got stuck. It yelped in pain.

I ran through the building, which looked like a dilapidated garage or factory, possibly with my mother. The aliens were small-ish velociraptors (the previous breed looked far more humanoid), and by "small" I still mean a meter (3 feet) tall. One of the beasts bit my arm, and I was stuck for a moment. I managed to wiggle free, and noticed I wasn't really hurt.

Once outside, I noticed a lot of computers in a circular configuration. They looked like the consoles we used in the chemical plant where I used to work. I noticed animals from various species congregating near the consoles, and I followed. I understood that was Earth's "last stand", and that all Terrestrial species would stand together against the alien menace. Major figures were William Fichtner (I skimmed through my dream the day before, and read about an earlier dream in which he appeared - this clearly triggered his presence here), and Michelle Rodriguez (looking badass as usual).

Just woke up from an afternoon nap that was a lucid dream + an almost astral projection event.

It was weird because during the time I was dreaming, I felt like I was having an OBE. I was in my bed still on my left side. I was shifting around and attempting to pull myself out of my body with an imaginary rope above me. I FELT MYSELF RISE but I could not see a damn thing.

After fluctuating between sleep and wakefulness or perhaps false-wakefulness, I finally managed to find myself in what was a clearly a lucid dream - in my bedroom. The irony was that the lucid dream was not clear and 'clarity now' didn't really work out too well. The dream kept fading in and out because I wanted to explore but the DREAM-SCENE WOULD NOT LOAD FULLY. If that makes sense. It was like a poor visualization.

I did however get to accomplish my dream goal of seeing the moon in the night sky; just a small goal to confirm that I can control the dream scene somewhat. I went inside a house next to me just to see what the dreamworld would load up for me.

It was blurry and hard to move to say the least.

Now for the big part, the induction technique:

All I did was just lay in bed relaxed as possible with a clear mind.

Yup, that's it. WILD with breath as an anchor.

In other words, I lie there and make sure that MY FOCUS IS ON MY BREATH. Any weird thoughts from the day? Back to the breath. Textbook meditation I believe. Hynagogic Imagery/Thoughts/Sounds and other foolishness that was distracting? BACK TO THE BREATH.

Until I felt 'The Transition' which was the weirdest shift of consciousness I have ever felt. I have no words for it other than it felt like mind was getting twisted and squished. When I was in the dream world, I tried my best to keep a clear mind by focusing on the dream world via my senses.

The focus on something external has - for me at least - keep my mind quiet and aware. I reckon this is most likely why SSILD worked so well for me because the focus on external stimuli quiets the mind down from chatter and other non-sense. I am no master of meditation, but this is just my guess. I am still in pursuit of the goal to have a lucid dream at least 5 nights a week of better length and quality.

On a side note, during the process of having random gibberish thrown at me to let me know I was falling asleep. I gently asserted that none of the information was real so I wouldn't get sucked into a non-lucid dream. Then I returned back to the breath as best as I could.

This is going to be my technique going forth.