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I'm Harry Potter, in what's sort of a pre-2005 video game environment. We've shifted into a circular hall in some sort of grand manor - an inheritance from my family. I've been using it as a base, as I'm on the run from a million and one different organizations. The hall runs in a circle, and the inner doors are decorated by massive arches that jut out from the stone walls.

I meet with my friends on the second floor, outlining a plan to get back at our opponents.

I choose Hermione from a list of avatars and I'm jumping around on the landings above the doors.

shift, and I'm at my childhood elementary school, looking up at the big brick building and vaulting over dark blue fences. I know that I'm dreaming. The entranceway is one story tall, an impossible leap. I'm concerned that I won't be able to make it, as I've been having trouble defying gravity lately. However, I call up the will, and effortlessly make the jump onto the roof. When I land, I can still feel the upward momentum. I feel like I should be floating, but I have both feet on the ground.

Back to being Harry, as a child, I talk to a woman who's coming out of a house. The entrance is lit up brightly behind her, and everything is blurry. The house is where a clump of bushes should be. I talk to her, and she invites me in. I think she's Lily.

Zoom out to view a fleet of battleships approaching Earth.

Gravity. Scare Factor: 2.

Originally Posted by Samael

I really haven't been lucid much since I've joined DV. Odd.

I'm in an afterlife version of downtown Quickton, wandering is separately from a group of people. There are at least four people here, but only one that I'm dealing with directly. I'm my female Lucifer character, and a female character is my main focus. I am, quite benevolently, her guide.

I look at the United Church. Cross streets on crosswalks. Generally being a smartass. There's a slight orange filter over everything.

Driving with the group, trying to retrieve something. The ground turns to water. Trying to swim out with buckets. There's a girl with long, blonde curly hair and her boyfriend there, trying to stay afloat with the bucket they're carrying together. Quite a bit of leather between them.

I'm myself, near an approximation of Quickton's high school. There's a lot of concrete. I'm dropping off something for my brother, Ben. I'm driving away down a dirt road when my car stalls, and won't start again. I put it in neutral and coast it down a dip in the road, out of the way. I get out of the car, take a shortcut through someone's house, nervous that the owner might catch me. Back yard, hallway, kitchen. Enter from the west, leave through the south. I have been here before.

I'm an old woman sitting in the third or fourth car of a train. I have the car all to myself. It's cozy, and I'm sipping tea. Bored now. I climb out of a window on the side of the car and haul myself onto the roof. Jump over the other two cars, after curiously investigating the occupants, and greet the driver in the engine. She's looking off to the side, staring at something out of a window. I demand to know what she's looking at, because it might be important. She points, and I guess she's talking about my car.


Ninja Grandma!

I jump from the train without waiting for it to stop and walk through the dark green grass to the orange-lit streets. Traffic is backed up, though people are surprisingly patient. I walk to the very front of the traffic jam, and climb into my car.

I'm a little girl, Alice, and I'm being forced to drive the car by my father/uncle/evil stepfather. I keep adjusting the seat so I can see properly. Driving down a highway, then down a hill under a tunnel in a city.

Wandering through a grand manor full of rich red and orange hues to find my character sitting on the balcony. She looks extremely depressed, but it might actually be a spell. The other characters are concerned.

We're in a cute little house on a hill, all pastels and green grass. I'm either the male or the female main character. Both are magic-users/witches/wizards. The family is almost identical to the Dursleys. Petunia has immaculately permed hair, Dudley looks like Harry, and so does Vernon, really. Except older. I'm aware that Vernon has been making deals with a minor demon/god who, in his true form, looks suspiciously like the Cheschire Cat.

A conversation with the family ends with us being locked in the cellar. I'm a Mia Wasikowska version of Alice, unrelated to the Dursleys. I doubt I've ever met them before. Harry and I plot our escape.



Later, I'm trapped at the kitchen table with Petunia and raspberry jam. Petunia's put on a veneer of politeness (while Harry is still in the cellar), using teatime as an excuse for an interrogation. Petunia doesn't think it's fair that our people keep secrets from her and her family* when the Dursleys are very obviously involved and in danger. Dudley lets us know from the door that Vernon is coming up the hill.

Vernon isn't alone. He steps into the house, perfectly blank in every way. An old man in a bowler hat walks calmly up the trail. He's a dead ringer for the man from a previous nightmare. Or God.



Petunia rushes to Vernon, asking what's wrong as Vernon stands motionlessly as a doll. I keep my attention on the man in the bowler hat, and nod slowly.

"The Lunar God," I say.

The man laughs and says yes, that's him, and Vernon's been dealing with him for quite some time.

He's given up control to you, I say quietly. For everything.

Well of course, but he didn't tell Vernon that beforehand. That would be a poor way to attract followers.

And then I wake up.

Alternate Perspective Disorientation. Scare Factor: 3.

I always wake up when I meet that character.

*She has a point.

or

People to Deliberately Annoy Even More than You Already Have Just By Existing

I'm taking a course that requires all the participants to stay together in a hotel room for some reason. We pool all our food together to come up with a really weird breakfast. A can of brown beans are involved. Which are vegetarian.

Shift.

I'm staying in a hotel in a city where one of my friends from high school - Miranda - lives. I spot her, and we hang out for a while. One of those drivable carts and a supermarket are involved.

Shift

This is a duel between an approximately 20-year-old Harry Potter and one Professor Severus Snape. I smirk. This is going to be fun. I'm approaching the tournament as if it's a video game, wearing down my opponents with a barrage of spells, exhausting them. Then I'll disarm them with an expelliarmus.

"Expelliarmus!" I shout, aiming at Snape.

He shields easily, smirking at my incompetence. There's going to be a lot of smirking going on in this match.

"Sectumsempra!" I call out before he has a chance to get a spell off. A scythe of dark energy slices toward him. There, that one wasn't so easy to block.

I'm going to have trouble remembering spells for this dream, I realize.

We circle each other, I mostly dodging the spells that he sends at me. Until he's standing with his back to a seemingly bottomless pit, facing me warily.

Bad, bad move.

I shout two random words to cover what I'm doing, forcing a wave of kinetic energy towards Snape, who is pushed off the edge, and if that's from the wrong movie, I'm sure no one will ever notice. The boundary spells will catch him. Probably.

(I'm proven right when he's yelling, a few minutes later, that he will triumph in the end, and will beat me in one of the upper levels of the tournament. At least he's confident that I'll get that far.)

New match.

A kid - a young Crabbe from the movies, I think - is attempting to creep silently through a poorly-lit arena, stirring up dust as he goes. I think he has an allergy, because suddenly he has to sneeze, and he can't help it - he sneezes, the sound echoing loudly through the darkness. My third person POV catches the horrified look on his face as it zooms back to another room, where Snape is creeping along more successfully. Snape hears the sneeze, turns quickly to where the sound is coming from and moves hurriedly toward the other room, ready to sneak up behind Crabbe and take him by surprise -

Expelliarmus.

Snape's wand is sent flying out of his hand by my spell, and I catch it out of the air. I smile brightly and wave, and Snape is positively fuming while he's pulled out of the game.

Crabbe is expecting me, though, and our disarming spells are shouted at exactly the same time, resulting in a brief wave of energy that has both of us stumbling back. I recover first, and launch myself at him, scrambling for the wand. I catch it by the tip, and pull it with me as I roll past him, but the wand is about as strong as tumbleweed, and doesn't even make a decent snap as it breaks cleanly in half.

The kid is staring at his remaining half in horrified fascination.

"Ouch," I wince sympathetically, "And this is the world where no other wand is going to work for you as well as the first one." Crabbe looks crestfallen. "Oh well. I win, right?"

I guess the answer is yes, because the next thing I'm aware of is stumbling through a bar after a round of celebratory shots. I sit down at a table.

"May we join you?"

I'm reintroduced to Fleur Delacour, who I met a few years ago, as well as a pretty brunette with curly hair whose name I don't remember. I flirt shamelessly with both of them, and we have what I'm sure is an incredibly deep and nuanced conversation.

I'm still in the bar when I realize, abruptly, that I'm dreaming, for no real reason whatsoever. It's not so much that everything comes into focus, but that my awareness expands exponentially, and for those few seconds, I feel fucking awesome. I'm exploring the boundaries of the dream, looking for possibilities.

Then the brunette invites me to dinner, and I decide that here is fine.

We're sitting together on a couch, eating what I'm certain are some very expensive appetizers. She mentions that they'll be leaving to China shortly, for a business meeting, but we'll have to meet up again.

Shift.

I'm in a theatre, watching a movie along with, I think, my family. Water is pouring from a shower-head on the ceiling for some reason. I'm sure there was a very good reason for that, having to do with the toddler who has latched onto me as a babysitter.

Shift.

I'm in Halifax. Yay, I love Halifax! I'm along with my younger-than-they-are-in-real-life cousins and my brother. We decide that the most efficient way to get back to our hotel with all our luggage is to take a kayak back there.

...

So we rent a kayak from MEC, and paddle across the harbour with it. The geography has changed immensely, and I don't seem to be deathly afraid of the water.

Seriously, you don't want to go anywhere near the Halifax harbour water.

But I am concerned when it splashes all over my backpack, which holds my laptop, which is still on. I open it up, pop the battery out, and don't bother to wonder where all of my cousins are.

We get back to the hotel, where everything gets a little fuzzy. I think I'm either Sam or Dean Winchester at one point, having an argument with whichever one of the brothers I'm not.

But I have to return the kayak, so I bring it back to the dock, and then I'm at the hotel, but I realize I have to bring it to the store, so I convince someone who looks a lot like Alan Rickman into bringing it back to the store for us, please.

And then I spend the rest of the dream wandering around Halifax and making up parks that don't exist.

Pissed Off Teachers. Scare Factor: 2/10, but only for the first two dreams that were really feverish and hallucinatory.

17.10.2009

Oddball in Hogwarts (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was playing some kind of game in a castle. This game seemed to be a variant of Halo 3's "Oddball". There were balls hidden on every floor of the castle which contained a certain amount of points. There were balls of different colours- the colours represented the amount of points available. The object of the game was to pick up and hold these balls. Every second you held a ball, points would be given to you. After the points contained in a ball ran out, it disappeared. The person with the most points at the end of the round (i.e. when all points were exhausted) was the winner.

All the corridors in this castle were extremely tight. They had very low ceilings (maybe 6 feet) and it was so narrow it was difficult for two people to squeeze past each other. I got the impression that the castle might have been Hogwarts, and it was then that I realised I was in the middle of a game- and playing against various characters from Harry Potter. My friend Colin was competing as well. I assume he was involved because he is a massive HP fan. The game went on, and after a while everybody stopped running around because we thought all the balls had been used and that the round was over. However I looked at my "interactive map" and noticed that there was one ball remaining on the floor below with 10-15 seconds worth of points left. Colin and I raced for it and I got there first. Colin was annoyed because I would not give up the ball and let him have the points. (We talked while running)

The final ball was in a room which was slightly less cramped than the rest of the castle, despite being only about 4m long from door to back. The walls were grey and looked like stone, except inorganic. There were three shower stalls on the left as I went into the room, and they had huge pink/purple curtains in front of them. The ball itself was at the back of the room, underneath a window which let in some quite bright sunlight. It was the kind of sunlight you might get on a cold but clear winter's morning. I picked up the ball and immediately moved back towards the door I had come in from. I passed the showers; the curtains had started blowing in the wind which had materialised- coming from the window (which I thought was closed?). I spied Colin and two girls out in the corridor and assumed they were getting ready to ambush me in an attempt to steal the ball- and its points. I backed quickly into the room again, looking for an angle or hiding place I could use to my tactical advantage when Colin & co. entered. (Camping is always a legitimate strategy) I realised the only option was to hide in one of the showers, which I ranked as "as good as useless" because it seemed too obvious a place to hide. I decided I would rely soley on speed to get past him and out into the corridor. Strangely though, he and his enforcers waited outside discussing strategy until I had collected all the points and the game was over. I thought this was strange but never got a chance to ask him about it as the dream ended.
I woke up briefly here, I think.

Originally Posted by Hazel

8/29/09

1- A Visit to the Farm
I am walking down the road when a loud warning alarm goes off. I think it means that there's going to be a bomb or some type of explosion, so I start to run for shelter. It then occurs to me that something evil must be chasing me. I keep running, and nothing comes. I realize that this is simply because I don't know what's after me, and that I must be dreaming.

I keep running anyway, trying to decide what's chasing me so it will actually appear. I briefly consider wolves, and I see large wolves quickly gaining on me. I then change my mind and they disappear.

I am no longer on the main road, but on a dirt road that has been cleared through a forest. There are a lot of even smaller paths coming off of it, but I decide to keep going straight. I eventually come upon two construction workers who are talking to each other rather than working. "Get outta the way!" I yell, and jump over their heads onto one of the side paths.

The path eventually takes me to a farm, where two men are having a brutal fistfight. I break them up, and as a reward I am shown around the farm. The farmer shows me that he keeps goats and miniature unicorns. He informs me that some of them can talk. One of the unicorns approaches me and I start petting her. Then I suddenly think better of it. "It's okay if I pet you, right?" I ask.

"Of course," she replies.

I start petting her again. "Wow, your fur is so soft!"

"That's because I take such good care of my mane."

((At this point I somehow poke myself in the eye IRL and wake up.))

2- I'm Not a Guy
I am a guy rayher than myself, and I need to write down the dream I just had. I locate a talking pencil on my floor which is trying to hide from me. I then write my dream down.

The unicorn come into my room, but she turns into a human girl of about 16. She lays down on my bed beside me and we start to talk, and she precedes to fall in love with me. At first I think I return the feelings, but then I snap out of it and realize that I'm not a guy. It is extremely difficult to convince her of this fact, however.

3- Meeting with Madame Trelawny
I start the dream as myself, in a huge library. As I start to look around, I suddenly take on the role of Harry Potter. Madame Trelawny finds me and says she needs to see me in her office about something. I am a bit uncomfortable about this, because apparently she is sexually attracted to me even though I keep trying to allude to her that I'm not interested. ((What the heck!?))

I go into her office, and she points to a door and tells me to go in. "I'll be with you in a minute," she says sweetly, giving me the creeps, when I pass her to go into the room, she smacks me on the butt and runs off. Deeply irritated and EXTREMELY creeped out, I go into the room and plan to tell her to stay the heck away from me as soon as she comes back.

But instead, she gives me some really good information about Voldemort which makes me forget about telling her off.

((The weirdness factor of my dreams has definitely skyrocketed over the past few nights.))

Originally Posted by Hazel

Haha, awesome dreams last night. As a result of my life being in constant danger (in my dreams, of course), I am now feeling really giddy.

1- Let Your Light Shine
I am standing on the side of the highway talking to my parents during a storm, when I notice a gargantuan black tornado on the horizon, growing closer with each heartbeat. My parents continue to talk as I try to get their attention. Finally my dad cuts himself off and says, "What is that noise? It sounds like a freight train!"

"Hm," I say, pondering sarcastically, "Maybe it's that GIANT TORNADO HEADED RIGHT TOWARDS US!!!" It is now only about half a mile away, and growing closer still. I am about to run when I do a nose-pinch RC just for the heck of it, not really thinking that it's a dream. But I can breathe... What the heck? I do it several more times and conclude I'm dreaming. I take flight, but my parents warn me against it and I instantly see why. The wind from the tornado throws me around, making a controlled flight impossible. I make it back to the ground and decide to walk until the storm ends.

As I am headed down the road, it gets darker. Whenever a car goes by I can see because of its headlights, but then it gets dark again. Finally I think, "I really need some light or I'm going to lose lucidity." I instantly hve a brilliant idea. I hold out one finger and say, "Lumos," (which is the light spell from Harry Potter) and a bright blue light appears on my fingertip. I laugh in triumph. "Well, that's convienient!"

I continue down the road, using my finger to light the way. Eventually my vision gets weird and the dream fades.

2- Humans, the Energy Source of the Future
I have just come home from somewhere important, and I go off into the woods behind my house. Suddenly I feel a vile prescence and a dementor appears. ((I've been reading too much Harry Potter lately. I want to read the whole series before I see the rest of the movies.)) I instantly hold out my hand and shout, "Expecto Patronum!" It works, but just barely. I only seem to stun the dementor enough to be able to run away.

I go back to my house and my mom tells me to drive to the store to get something. This makes me nervous, because I am a horrible driver, but I comply and go to the car. Somehow, the gas and the brakes are in the margin between the drivers seat and the passenger's seat, so I have to twist my leg at an odd angle to reach them. I make it to the store and back without much of a problem, but I did have several close calls. Especially due to the fact that something evis is after me.

When I get back, I learn that the dementors have eaten the souls of my parents, leaving them as lifeless shells. I am trapped in my room with a dementor, a half-crazed werewolf, and someone who is actually somewhat sane (compared to the others, at least). I am armed with a pencil which I use as a makeshift wand. Whenever the dementor comes near me, I use the Expecto Patronum spell to keep it away. I use this on the werewolf as well, though it is not nearly as effective.

The lady is getting angry that I am puttin up such a resistance. She slowly and maliciously pulls out a sharp knife, coming towards me. I rack my brain for a good spell, then shout out, "Expelliarmus!" The knife goes flying out of her hand across the room. She angrily comes at me again, now with the intent of strangling me. I say the first thing that comes to my mind. "Riddikulus!"

She stops and gives me a sarcastic smile. "What good will that do? Laugh me to death?" I am then taken to a large machine, where they show me what is going on. Apparently, the human souls and all their experiences/memories are inserted into the machine, which will run the world for the alien robots which have apparently invaded. The memories, etc. are divided up into different parts of the machine. For instance, memories of driving a car would be used to transport the aliens from place to place.

They take me back to my house and continue to try to take my soul, but I put up a good fight. They never manage to get my soul, but I never manage to escape, either.

Another DILD last night. Here's a brief synopsis:

08.11.2009

The Battle That Never Did (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It was a Harry Potter universe dream. I don't remember how I got lucid, but I did after a pretty long, vivid, intricate, dream (Thank you AJ). I started to make my way through what seemed to be Hogwarts, ignoring any DCs along the way, including Voldemort.

I found my way into a large atrium and started gathering up a bunch of RL friends who were proficient at Martial Arts. I was planning to have a huge battle, all of them vs. me. Just as I finished gathering them, and headed outside, I slipped back into waking life.

24.07.2009

Bleh (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A restless night with a few fragments I don't remember, and a long ass dream involving. . .

The Harry Potter universe, the sacrifice of three good friends in order to ensure an end to the evil that plagued us, going back in time involuntarily to make amends and try to save those friends, shirking my responsibilities in order to play Guitar Hero, characters from the Pokemon universe and their Pokemon coming to our aid, and standing my ground, alone, against an endless horde of undead.

It wasn't as exciting as it sounds, and I don't have time to write about it anyways, so this will just have to be enough for me to recall the whole thing.