Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Saturday 30 July 2016

Spellbee's Summer Lucid Competition 2016 - Entry 1

Bleh. Not much to note on dreams, one complete one from before dawn, and a number of fragments afterwards. There was one scrap which was LD related, and another where I should have identified the state, but, oh well. That's that.

Dream 1 - Sonic Fights Some Bones

The visuals were slightly blurred. I was watching someone (my nephew?) play a 3D Sonic game, of which took place in the ruins of a destroyed present-day city.

First few minutes were spent exlporing the site and getting a handle for the controls. This included jumping around in a demolished warehouse, and grinding on a row of fallen street lamps. The stage was initially empty of any other figures, whether enemies or just background characters.

Then, as he turned a corner, he was suddenly ambushed by a gigantic, hunched hominid skeleton. Sonic's attacks were useless, and so he was forced to flee. In response, the giant chucked huge (arm or leg) bones with deadly accuracy.

At one point, outright Sonic changes into E-102 Gamma. The robot's too slow to evade the incoming projectiles, but he could redirect these by laser-blasting them away. Unfortunately, the player isn't much of a shooter. He complains of how difficult this all is, while I claim he just needed to work on his technique.

Not sure what happens until the dream ended.

20 minute WBTB. Unsuccussful.

Scrap Group 1
Several forgotten dreams connected by a group of similar false awakenings. In these, I'd "awaken" in bed with my dream guide, E, laying next to me. I was too tired and tried getting back to sleep, only for her to harass me by pushing me around and even biting me.

At home. Go Theodore's room to help him fix his computer's DVD drive. Some driver issues, I think? Claude turns up. Several media conversations, including a few comments bemoaning previously liked shows that've disappointed us as time went by. I hoped Rick and Morty wouldn't become one of such shows. Theodore states his dislike of the series for its overt use of gross humor.

Visiting Donny's place, for some reason. He's getting some games set up, when he's called in for work. Overheard his supervisor saying quite some demeaning things. Donny tried hiding his displeasure. Numerous unknown people then turned up, co-workers of his, I thought.

Claude and I are testing out a few things in D&D. We put several character builds against a Forgotten Beast (incorrect reference; that's a generated monster from Dwarf Fortress) to see how long they'd last. The last one, a Wizard, stood virtually no chance. I bemoaned how unfair this was. Claude made a snippy remark of my "needing to think a little" to overcome this. How infuriating. As I walk away, I imagine violently taking out my anger out on him. This illusion takes form, and I identify as much, yet I'm too soured to entirely realize the dream.