memorable

Wow... just... wow. Interesting, revisionistic view of my life, which is 100% not true. There's... according to this dream, there's a reason I'm single and asexual, and it claims I wasn't always that way. I have to say upfront that even though my memory is bad, it's not THIS bad, so there's no way something like this could have happened. But it supposes that I'm digging through some written diary stuff or whatever, that I both somehow still had, in a paper format, and had somehow not lost, but had also forgotten about. And it claims that what I read suggests that I was in love with someone, once. But at some point I found them cheating on me. Or, rather, him. Yes, apparently if this dream is to be believed, before I was asexual, I was gay. Now... many of my friends are bi or gay, it's not like I would have a problem with such a thing, but it's not really for me. The dream throws out a username, tag, or whatever, and a time frame. "Ericalt" or... "alm?" or... I dunno. I know it started with "Eric" though. And the timeframe was sometime in late 2008, so right when I first started college. I definitely wouldn't have jumped into college and started dating, for one thing. For another, I knew I was asexual before college. And of course that time of my life was relatively harmless and peaceful. Even assuming I could have "repressed" something like that, it would have shown somewhere. The friends I was starting to make at that time would never have let me repress something like that, anyway. That's enough rambling...

Okay, after a night of lost sleep my dreams definitely become more interesting. Of course, my recall isn't any better... I only remember this one dream.

There's a building here that basically is an apartment building. It has 4, or 5 floors depending on how you look at it. People only live on the first 3, though. Now, where my recall picks up, me and a group of other people are in this building, trying to help people out. The only person that I'm pretty sure was with me was Silver... the rest are fuzzy. We'd come in on the third floor somehow... through a fire escape or something. This building, I should mention, is much larger than your average apartment building. It's more like an office complex with dozens of apartments on each floor. Also, all the hallways are internal, which is important for the plot of the dream. The reason we broke in on the third floor is that the entire building seems to be flooding, for some reason. There's a thin layer of water across the third floor... hardly enough to be a threat, but it implies that the first two floors of the building are completely underwater! Our group starts to split up, and fan out over the whole floor, warning people of what's going on. The general process here is very fuzzy, and I don't remember any specific faces... but eventually we warn everyone on the floor.

Now, our next job is to get to the higher floors, to speak to the person in charge. The stairway to the fourth floor is locked, so I pull out a keychain that I got from somewhere (it looks just like my keychain IRL) and try all of the keys until one of them works. Then I unlock the door and lead our group in. This fourth floor is essentially just a lobby area... with a mix of officials and non-officials here. Nobody seems bothered by the fact that we essentially just broke in. Now, what the officials are doing here is "guarding" the person who's in charge. This person has some mysterious level of power... people respect him more than a CEO, less than some kind of god... but it's implied that he's somewhere between the two. In any case, he has a LOT of power, and almost certainly knows what's going on already. We just want to bring it to his attention again and ask why he's not doing anything. The officials on this floor don't let just anyone see him, of course... there's all sorts of screening and regulations going on, to make sure that nobody who would want to harm him would get too close.

Here I have a vague flash of pseudo-lucidity... part of me decides that the paperwork stuff is far too boring, and if I just "fade out" for a bit, I can skip it. Somehow this logic works, so I have no memory of the paperwork, but I know it's done. It's also been long enough that we know we are trusted to see the guy in charge. Now we just need to wait. I look around and, for whatever reason, see Sonic and Knuckles logos on things like soda fountains. To my addled brain, this is proof that they trust us... those logos are supposed to be representative of me and Silver some how. I should probably mention that I think only the two of us are going to meet this guy... the rest of the group is milling around, but it was decided that a large group would be too intimidating and security would never allow it. Unfortunately I wake up before we get to meet this guy.

This is my first good, long lucid dream in a while, and it was awesome! So, this is gonna be a long retelling. You've been warned.

My dream recall picks up at my old high school. I am in the auditorium, with a teacher and another student. I don't remember this bit very clearly, but I think the teacher is my college professor, K. and the other student is Silver. I remember being afraid to leave the auditorium because K specifically wanted us to stay behind, and had something to talk to us about. Nonetheless, I slip through the auditorium door, promising to come back. I have a Brita filter in my hand at that time, and it's implied I'm going to fill it up real quick and come back.

Out in the hallway, I start pouring the water that's in the filter all over the floor. In my head I envision a chase scene, and I feel like this will help, somehow. Not just in making them slip and fall, but it was supposed to do something else, like turn into smoke. This part is another fuzzy bit. At some point while I'm doing and thinking all this, I realize the absurdity of what's going on, and realize that I'm dreaming. At this point I head back down the hall towards the cafeteria. I don't know where the filter disappeared to, but I don't have it anymore, nor do I care.

I end up passing through the empty cafeteria and heading outside, where, like so many prior lucid dreams, I get sucked into practicing flying. Why this draws me in so much is a mystery... in any case, only moments later my vision gets all fuzzy and it's hard to see much of anything. Over the next 5 minutes, I try to restore my vision, while still trying to fly and slowly making my way around to the front of the school. I don't have a ton of techniques at my disposal for this dream... I keep trying to blink to get my sight back, even as I worry that it would wake me up. Thankfully it doesn't, but it isn't doing anything productive either.

As I round the corner, I come up with a new idea. I try removing my glasses, which has no effect. Putting them back on doesn't either. But at this point I take them back off and mimic cleaning the dust off of them, even though at this point my dream clarity is so bad that it doesn't actually feel like I'm holding anything. Amazingly, this one actually works, and I can see everything again. A lot of work for what some of you can fix in just a couple seconds! Ah, well, I'm learning.

At this point I'm out in front of the school again, and see a college friend, A. I feel like showing off to him that this is a dream, and I try to fly in front of him. What I'd accomplished for flying so far in this dream amounted to hovering, or maybe short glides, but I don't even manage this much. I jump extra high, but that's about it. He comes up to me and says, "Hey, are you actively trying to fly? This isn't a lucid dream." At which point he becomes the antagonist of the dream.

I'm laying on the ground when he says this for some reason, and for a split-second, I feel the effects. A small bit of doubt creeps in, and for a moment I'm paralyzed, and can't move. But then I somehow recover, and get up, and start trying to logically prove that this is a dream. I tell him that I've graduated, among other things. At some point he's wearing a football helmet and asking me why I have one in my hand, as if this would somehow prove it's reality. I retort that this must be a dream because I didn't have the thing 5 minutes ago (really, I didn't have it until he asked about it). Eventually I realize logic isn't going to work, so I kind of tackle him, yelling, "I KNOW this is a dream! Stop trying to trick me!"

A small bit of memory is lost here, but A. certainly gives up on trying to convince me I'm not dreaming... instead he tries to convince me that I don't deserve this lucid dream, or something along those lines. To which I succinctly say, "Screw you! I deserve every goddamn lucid dream that I get!" And at this point I roll away from him. I don't feel angry anymore... I feel triumphant, like it was incredibly important that I make my opinion known, and now that I have I'm satisfied. I have no regrets for shouting at him either, because at this point I know he's not real. Unfortunately, while trying to contemplate what to do next, I wake up.

Four weird dreams from me this morning. The first one is fairly basic... I guess I managed to win a lot of money in the lottery. I had been second, instead of first, so I didn't win all the money that the lottery had to offer, but I had a solid 2 million dollars. I was pretty happy with that, to say the least, but not as bursting out of the room crazy happy as I would be in real life. (Though I don't actually enter the lottery in real life...) I'm calculating how I'm going to make this money sustainable, like living off the interest. I have a ton of interest -- 18% or something absurd, and it confuses me greatly. But then I realize they're offering me more interest because I'm storing more money there. That's all I really remember for that one, though I also know I was wandering around my grandparents' house for part of the dream.

The second dream is more interesting. I'm with family, and we're out... somewhere. On a road trip or something. Somehow it becomes a good idea that we need to try to impersonate someone. I wish I knew the details because this is pretty sketchy. Somehow we manage to kick a cop out of his car and steal it, GTA style. We drive it not far down the road, to a friend he was going to visit and hasn't seen in a long time. (How we knew this information, I have no idea) We made hardly any attempt to disguise ourselves beyond adopting the names that the cop and his family have. Yet, somehow it works. His friend certainly looks at me funny, says I should probably shave and such, but believes that I am the cop. Same thing goes for my parents and my little brother. Somehow even though people are clearly suspicious, they're not about to say anything. I still don't know why we needed to impersonate the cop or stop at this random person's house, but in the dream it was necessary, or a good idea, or something. In any case, my family just hops out of the car to visit a bit, use the restroom, etc. just like we were at a pit stop on the highway. The only thing I remember from dialog is having my mom talk about records and having to correct her because she had no clue how to pronounce "vinyl". We are near the end of our stay, getting ready to leave, and I'm outside the car. The cop's friend has a family too, of course, including a younger daughter hanging out in the yard. Inexplicably, I'm totally naked. (This happens to me a lot, when I feel exposed in a dream...) I'm not far from her, looking down the road when I start to see a cop car or truck flying down the road. Of course he would call backup, being a cop and all. We'd been here about ten minutes, and it was actually surprising it hadn't happened sooner. I knew we were in big trouble, and I panicked trying to find some clothes and put them back on... because you know, being naked near a young girl makes you look really, really bad! This is where the dream ends, though.

The third dream is something entirely different. I'm in some sort of game environment, though unlike most of my game dreams that are unclear, in this one it's clear that I'm walking around within the game, as myself, in full 3D. (You don't know how many of my dreams are fuzzy on point of view and such) In this scenario, I have a guide at the ready or something, because there's a house or something I start in with people I can interact with. It's more of an adventure game than anything else. But something that I wanted to do (I only remember something about gambling, but it wasn't the main focus) required me to be inexplicably violent to totally innocent people. So, I start to kill some of the people around me. The details, thankfully, were either abstracted or forgotten. But I'm looking around for one or two more people I'm supposed to kill, and can't find anywhere. I end up venturing outside the house, and into one or two nearby buildings. I know that I paused in the yard and marveled a bit on the details around me, despite being totally non-lucid the rest of the time. I feel like one of the other buildings was a museum or something, too, but once again things are kinda fuzzy. All I know is that I never was able to kill the last few people I needed to, and that after talking with some I needed to leave alone, I started to feel bad for the ones that I had killed.

The final dream is probably the weirdest one. I'm up on some mountain in an unfamiliar landscape, but I have a map of the immediate area. The thing about this mountaintop is that there are a lot of doors that lead into the mountain, with succubi behind them. All of the doors have windows in them, of course. They aren't exactly wearing the traditional outfits for succubi, but they were the same as all others... they acted sexy, lured stupid men in, and did God-knows-what with them. Knowing all this, of course, made me perfectly safe. They simply didn't go past those doors, so the man had to take the first step and seal their fate. However, I was tasked by someone to find out more about what they were doing, and to put an end to all this if possible, so that's why I was up on this mountaintop. Essentially, my job was to capture one of them and interrogate them. So, I opened one of the doors and pretended to be smitten by the succubus behind it. However, we didn't get more than a couple feet from the door when I suddenly grabbed her and dragged her outside. She was making quite a protest, as if the light itself would hurt her, and I'm lucky I didn't get mobbed or something. But, we were now out on the cliffside. Still clutching her, I jumped off the edge... and it's a long, long way down. I had her below me as if she would somehow cushion my fall, and we just kept tumbling. There were a couple instances where I was sure she'd broken a few bones, but we make it to the bottom and both of us are somehow totally unharmed.

We are nearby a lake, and I quickly recover and pin her to the ground. Part of the plan involved submerging her in water if she wouldn't cooperate. Cruel, admittedly, but we didn't know what exactly we were dealing with, and had to be prepared for anything. Around this point I realize this succubus is none other than Noel Vermillion from BlazBlue. (Who frankly, is not much for succubus material. Way too shy, nervous, apologetic, etc.) I start asking her questions about what is going on up on the mountain, and why. Unfortunately, I don't remember getting much useful information out of her, but I also don't remember asking many important questions. I do, however, ask her why she's doing this, and she says that she really doesn't know. (If you play Blazblue, you know that there are few things more convincing than Noel saying she doesn't know something. She's kind of a tool in the series. >.>) I get the impression from what she tells me that there's another person higher up that's telling them all to do this. Some of the succubi are more willing to comply than others, but they're all afraid to dissent. Sometime during the interrogation I end up letting go of her and get on the phone, presumably to call whoever sent me on this mission. I continue to ask her questions while I'm filling him in. Though she wanders around the area a bit, she doesn't stray far, and it's clear she isn't in a rush to get back to that mountaintop. I think she realizes that I feel kinda bad for her at this point myself, and that I no longer want to hurt her. She doesn't seem afraid of me anymore. The dream ends here, but there's a sense that we are going to team up somehow, and do something about the succubi leader that seems awfully unpopular. We each have sympathy for the other's precidament and realize there was a big misunderstanding.

Now, I had this dream at 2 AM, so the recall was spotty even as I first woke up from it...

Anyways, I remember talking with someone who is offering to help me out. Unfortunately I can't remember a thing about them. Not their name, appearance, or even gender. Anyway, my brain is clearly confused about things, since this individual is trying to help me access Dreamworld or some such, yet things from work are getting mixed in. I have to go online, find some program, listen to this or that audio file... the word NUnit was thrown around a bit, which is directly from work. All the same, I'm eager to do what it takes since this is a huge goal for me. My brain is still confused though, since for a name of someone to get in contact with it pulls Marona, from Phantom Brave, but the music looping in my head is from Legend of Mana. That's about all for this fragment, but it was important enough to me that I woke up at 2 AM and wrote it down. So there ya go.

04/12/2011

Family of Suburbia (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a very interesting dream, largely due to the fact that... I wasn't in it! In fact, I don't recognize a single person from the dream. It is as if I'm watching a movie. I'm almost always in my dreams somehow... if it is a video game world, as it often is, then I am at least the one playing the game, or in the game itself. I cannot remember the last time I wasn't in my own dream...

Anyways. From what I remember of the dream, there's a bunch of stuff at the beginning that I can't remember. My recall picks up at some feast or banquet, everyone is eating and chattering about... something. I think it is who will have kids next. Around here my focus of attention switches from... whoever I was focused on, to a particular young male. He had... black hair, I think? I'm bad at remembering physical details. I don't think I see him here at the banquet though, anyways.

The scene shifts. The young man is at the hospital talking to a nurse. His wife is laying on the operation table, unconscious. She's pregnant, but according to the doctors here her baby has some unusual condition. She has an extra pair of arms for some reason. This is obviously unhealthy so they're going to perform a c-section, remove the baby and immediately do a surgery on it. The man is understandably nervous, and is getting queasy staying in the operation room. He decides to leave the room, but first he quips something like, "At least this'll be the last time I ____....." (I can't remember the rest of the sentence.) The scene shifts again and there's a short comedic scene, still-picture perhaps, of the man carrying both his daughter and his wife out of the hospital. They're both conked out from the surgeries, but... they look perfectly fine, and the daughter looks older than a newborn for sure. That's a dream for you, I guess.

The scene shifts yet again. It seems to be several years later. At least, the child is old enough to swim reasonably competently. The man and his daughter are swimming, his wife seems to be sitting on the side of the pool. The daughter keeps bobbing her head under water playfully, which makes the man very nervous. He tries to dissuade her from doing that. Eventually she comes up from one of her bobs coughing and sputtering, which is enough to get her to stop. They both move over to the edge of the pool and start getting out. The man says, "It's 5 o'clock, aren't you hungry?" The kid, like most young children, was interested in what she was doing more than food, so she says no even though she probably is. Both parents say that they're hungry, and they help her out of the pool. He starts to tell her that she doesn't have to eat much if she doesn't want to, but he is cut short by the sight he sees in the sky. It's at night, and the moon and stars are in the sky, but there's also a huge, reddish, ...moon? Or planet, probably planet. In either case, it's absolutely huge, and dwarfs the moon by comparison. It easily takes up half of the view they have of the sky. About here is where the dream ends.

Didn't feel like spamming the board, so all of today's dreams are in this post.

01/15/2011

Singularity, undercover cop? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is the first of 3 dreams I had this morning, and it was really... cool, actually. Since it was the first one though, I can't remember most of it. Anyways, I recall being in this house or something, I think I was a reporter. I'm looking around the house, and there's a door that is just metal bars, like a jail cell door. There's a section of stone wall behind it, but I know behind that is another room. There's an abusive husband in there, but I can't get to him. I start walking away and look back to see that the wive worked up courage and pushed the wall thing aside, so I go in.

Here, I have a confrontation with the husband that I don't remember all that well, unfortunately. What I do remember is that neither of us had any weapons, and I had no handcuffs. I manage to get him on the ground and punch him several times. He gets me once or twice, but it doesn't hurt. Eventually I get him to stop resisting, and start dragging him out of there by his wrists. At least once he tries to tug himself away from me, but I just brace myself and grip his arms even tighter. The dream ended on a slightly sad note though, as I look back to the kitchen and see a picture of a "happy" family, husband, wife and baby. All I can think about is whether the baby is there, or even still alive. I personally don't recall the noises we made fighting, but I know the baby should have been wailing because of it, and I didn't hear one... The dream ends here.

01/15/2011

A... a hairball? Seriously? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a short fragment, and kinda disgusting. I was hanging out or something, and suddenly one of my teeth feels weird. I touch it with my fingers, and it pops right out. It was where a canine should be, but it looked just like a molar. I head into the nearby bathroom and start rinsing my mouth in the sink, I think. I can't remember. My mom's there too. Suddenly I start coughing and the next thing I know, there's a huge wad of hair in front of me. And I have to tug on it since the last few hairs of it were still dangling down my throat. That was a bit more realistic than I would have liked... blech! That's all I remember.

01/15/2011

Destroying the Propaganda Machine (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Now, this one was kinda weird, and despite it being the last one I had, I can't remember it well. When my recall picks up we're on land, and I'm driving a bus around. We're on a mission to do something, but a bunch of farmers and other average citizens keep ramming in to us, damaging our "hull". (This dream might have been inspired just a bit by all the X: Btf I've been playing... >.>) Anyways, a couple others are with me in the bus, though I don't remember who. We're musing about how whoever was in charge managed to convince the commoners to do something like this. It was clearly hurting their cars and trucks a lot more than it was hurting our bus.

At some point the dream switches to full on X: Btf mode, and I'm in a spaceship, looking for a certain station. I find and blow up one by mistake, but nobody seems to be mad. I navigate around a few others before finding the right one. It was a pretty big station, and as I approached I could hear a sort of radio station come on in my ship. I don't remember any words from it, but it was clearly some sort of propaganda that had brainwashed average citizens. I shoot a Hornet missle at it, which dropped a large chunk of its shields, and whittle down the rest with my lasers, causing it to blow up. That's all I can remember.

12/24/2010

Chilling out on the Quad (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alright, now, this was a VERY long dream, and I can't remember most of it. I dimly remember it starting on my college campus, and I also dimly remember it transitioning to more of a video-game type feel. It had interesting architecture though, like sloping tunnels. Mostly I remember it after it had transitioned to a place that felt like a location of its own.

This place looks kinda like a campus, I suppose, but the buildings are large and it's hard to find my way. Several times I get lost and end up getting into places where I'm not supposed to be. When I end up in such a room, I get some very annoyed... people? on my tail. I think they're people, anyways. They kinda remind me of Ordinators from Morrowind. In any case, they start running towards me, and my first instinct is to run away, so I do. They can easily run faster than me though, so I can't get too far before one of them catches me. When they do though, they're unarmed. They just kinda "warp" me out of where I'm supposed to be. This happens a few more times, by which point I'm no longer scared and just sheepishly hold my hands up, letting them do their job. I don't mean to get in their way, but I'm lost and nothing is easily marked. I also felt like exploring around me, too, which probably didn't help. At some point I turn to a guy next to me and remark, "If these rooms were well-marked I wouldn't be getting into nearly as much trouble."

It turns out this guy is a very friendly sort, and we just wander around the courtyard type of setting I am in, chatting. I'm pretty hazy on his appearance, but he's a pretty scrawny-looking guy. Pretty thin, a little short, but also a nice guy. I think he was black, though I'm not sure. He had kinda long hair, though I don't remember the color. As far as clothing goes, he is wearing some sort of beanie on his head, though sometimes it's there, and sometimes not. I think he was wearing standard t-shirt and jeans clothing. He looks to be about my age, too (20).

I forget when, but sometime around this point I realize that I'm dreaming. I don't recall making a big deal out of it or even commenting on it much, though, I just take it all in stride. I feel like I asked him about a ton of stuff, although I sadly can't remember most of it. Here's some transcripts more or less paraphrased from towards the end of the dream, remembered to the best of my ability:

Me: *notices him starting to walk off* Hey, wait a sec!
Him: *turns and looks back*
Me: Um, can you tell me who you really are? And don't say anything silly like, "Oh, I was this guy in a past life"...
Him: *smirking* What, so you can try to find me in real life when I have no clue what's going on? (He's implying he'll forget this all when he wakes up) *he turns and starts going back the other way*
Me: Heh, well, you don't have to tell me, I guess. I'm just terminally curious... that's why I'm here.

(He decided to stick around a bit longer)
(Later, we're near an empty cop car, and I'm just kinda floating/flying in the air, chilling)

Him: *Gives me a look that seems to say, "Oh, how jeuvenile"*
Me: Hey, it's just one of my guilty pleasures.
Him: Well, just hope a police cruiser doesn't come by.
Me: *floats a bit higher* Well, I'd like to see them try to catch me.
Him: Hey, don't underestimate them. They're actually pretty good.
Me: Yeah? How high up would I have to be?
Him: You'd have to be... on the moon. *We both look up to see the moon*
Me: Hmm... that might be a problem then.
Him: Why?
Me: I don't know how I'm going to get up there before I wake up. *As if on cue, my dream starts fading*
Him: Oh, look what you did now! (I think he's stifling a laugh at this point. He's definitely more amused than annoyed)
Me: *wakes up*

Well, that's all I can remember. For a dream that seemed to be mostly unbidden, I'm very impressed though. I think it's time to get back into lucid dreaming. I am curious if any of you DVers find this oddly familar, though. I'm willing to entertain the notion of a shared dream, though that'd be weird considering I don't really know any of you. xD

09/29/2010

Riding the Wind (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was really the end of a longer dream that I can't quite remember. What I can tell you is that the rest of the dream was rather disjointed, and involved random things happening. The last non-lucid part that I remember involved a bunch of broken glass all over the room (from some rowdy guest or something? There were a bunch of nameless faces here, I think). I had to grab my little brother Jared and carry him out of there. Only thing was, he looked nothing like my actual brother. My little brother's also almost my size, both in the dream and in real life. Don't ask how I carried him, I don't know.

The part where my recall really picks up is right after this part. We're in one of our old houses that we moved out of a couple years back. Only me and my dad are here for some reason. He gestures towards, I believe, the kitchen and says "The purple is over there." Usually it takes something more absurd than that to make me wonder, but he was treating purple like it was an object. Anyways, I'm naturally curious now, and pick on him a bit for it. ("'The purple is over there...' Now how is that gonna help me Dad? Seriously? Purple?") I don't remember his response. Still curious, I hop up into the air, and float slowly down. This is the only reality check I need, and I become lucid. Satisfied, I walk out of the house to try the thing that always comes to mind when I'm lucid without a plan -- flying. I step out and try a few smaller jumps, like off our porch, with limited success.

Here, though, I pause a moment to take in the scenery. The trees, the path and all, look beautiful. For just a moment, I slip into a bit of fuller awareness. The dream looks every bit as vivid as daily life, if not more, and I truly feel like I'm there. I savor this a bit longer before running off to try flying some more.

I'm lucid enough to realize the path isn't right here --it splits into two before reaching the road again, when it's really just a driveway. There were probably other inconsistancies, there always are, but I didn't pick up on them this time. I cross the road by our house, and on the other side there's a veritable cliff, which I jump off of without a second thought. Now I start gliding, with varying success. I glide level for a bit, then start to drop faster, which eases up as I get closer to the ground. Here I'm wavering, sometimes falling a bit, sometimes staying level, and sometimes actually rising a bit. All while I'm gliding forward at a respectable speed. (I don't get the full effect of the wind on my skin, but I get some, and I consider this a success. It's certainly better than I normally manage.) As I start dipping towards the ground, approaching an ocean, my vision fades to black. It briefly comes back again when I land in the ocean. I turn around to see that I'm at the shore, and could climb up the beach, but the dream fades again before I can do much else.

09/19/2010

Subconscious Shenanigans (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Unfortunately I don't remember this one all that well (I need to work on recall!) but it was indeed alucid dream. I believe this was led into from another dream. From what I can remember, it seems as though I was lucid the entire time. I had intended to communicate with my subconscious the next time I became lucid, so that is what I was trying to do. I remember looking over a rather scenic landscape, and chatting with several people who are all parts of my subconscious, or so it seems. The scene pans quite a bit, and by the end I'm on a floating platform of sorts... tied to a tree, I think? I can't really remember.

Somewhere about halfway through the dream I notice that my "dream" only fills a rectangle in my field of vision. (Think the Animus from Assassin's Creed. I've been playing that a lot the past couple days.) I can see and hear my friend Andy off to the left, and he can hear what I'm saying to these parts of my subconscious. I'm not lucid enough to realize this isn't possible. As for what I actually ask my subconscious, I'm not quite sure. I know I didn't get to ask everything I wanted to. I only clearly remember the bit at the end, though I recall several people. There was also a robot sort of thing that I couldn't really understand. Mainly I was talking to this jolly, but VERY fat man. Towards the end he puts on a record which has some recorded burp-type sounds on a baseline of sorts, which I think is a meme I've heard. (It isn't, but sadly it isn't far off...)

I remember asking in joking disbelief, "have the memes really sunk in this far...?"

He responded, "Well, perhaps you haven't heard this one, but somebody did, on _____" (some website, I can't remember. Think like Pandora radio or Last.fm)

"So what, is it like in the hivemind then, or something?" I joked. I don't remember his response. Around this time, the one question I do remember asking is about having more lucid dreams, to which he answers, "Just be yourself, and keep doing what you've been doing." The advice doesn't seem too helpful, but on the other hand... I did something right. He ends up leaving saying, "Sorry, I gotta go. I'm gonna be on TV soon, you know."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're just wildly popular," I laugh. He motions to a woman that's there suggesting that she's the popular one. There was also some random man there, but I didn't end up talking to either of them. The dream faded before I got to ask the other questions I wanted to, like about intuition and the paranormal.

09/11/2010

Mars-Base ... Space Soap Opera? ... Nuke the MOON (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Right, so, this dream is long and crazy. I'll piece it together as best I can. The first part involved some unnamed guy having developed, or discovered, a teleporter to and from Mars. It worked very cheaply and harmlessly. This guy and a bunch of his friends are going to and from Mars trying to set up an infrastructure and base there. I tag along at some point to see how it's going, and it looks very much like a town on Earth (with a vaguely Western-movie-style decor, might I add). They already have buildings up, nobody seems to need spacesuits, and they have electricity and computers, and cellphones. And they somehow have a wireless network up for those. That one still confuses me... At some point during all of this, I talk with one of them and they're almost giddy. "The best part of this is," he said, "NASA doesn't know about this yet. Wait till you see the looks on their faces!" Also at some point, they were discussing trying to get some grass planted, and I mused aloud whether it would be cooler to have a lush yard on Mars, or to have that alien-looking red dirt in front of your house. Towards the end, I was telling my friends lightheartedly that they were great and all, but if I could sleep on Mars tonight, I WOULD.

This second part is fuzzy, and I think I'm only an observer. I see short bits of a lot of people's daily lives, nothing too exciting going on. I assume this is on the same Mars-base, but I'm not sure. Somewhere in the middle of all this, there's a military guy that has that "only the audience can hear you" power. He motions to the guy next to him and rattles off a name and designation that I can't remember. Then he says something like, "He seems pretty normal, right? Well, one time I went out with him, and...." He fades out as I see more people going about their daily lives. This was pretty short and disjointed, but I swear it sounds like an ad for a soap opera, looking back.

Finally, at the end, I'm telling my little brother Jared about how you might get some oxygen on the moon... only I use the WORST possible option imaginable! My faulty logic went something like, "Well, if you set off a nuke somewhere on the moon, with all those elements colliding and bouncing around you're bound to get SOME oxygen out of it! Then you just need to place a roof over it..." Yeah, completely worth the total destruction, right? I confuse myself sometimes... anyways, that's all I can remember.