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25.06.2013

HUNK vs. The Village (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Another Resident Evil 4 type of dream where I'm playing the Mercenaries section, and that's because I've been playing a lot of Resident Evil Games lately. The character I'm controlling is HUNK, and he has the default costume setting with the major color being black. His goggles though didn't seem to have the red hue though, it was mostly faded out. It could be that the colors for them were shifting from black to red. And it would've been difficult to notice something like that in the dream to hopefully become lucid because of the situation he's in.

The moment HUNK (yes the name is naturally expressed in caps) steps into the village, there's already Las Plagas infected villagers that are coming after him, maybe 5-10 in frequent moderation throughout this dream. Of course, I had a sub-machine gun just like in the actual mini-game you play with him, and I also remember his neck-breaking ability that's essentially a one-hit kill.

The village was a pretty decent replication of the one in the actual RE4 game, with the mini-bell tower from the far left corner, the two houses that are about 30-80 feet apart from each other left and right, the mini-shed/barn at the beginning of the village to the left, almost everything is where they're supposed to be.

I wanted to use the neck-breaker to my advantage even though I most likely had unlimited ammo in the dream seeing as I wasn't so worried with how much was left. So I aimed for the enemies' head so that they would flinch, put their hands on the inflicted area that distracts them before I attempt the neck breaker move. It seems it worked pretty well for the first few Las Plagas victims, but then dream logic starts coming in to make things worse for me.

As I shoot the enemies in the head, as I'm trying to press the command to prompt the Neck-breaker move, it doesn't work as effectively as I thought it would. I think the Las Plagas hosts even brushed off HUNK by literally just grabbing his wrists before he could kill them. So in the mean time, I decided to just spam the unlimited ammo sub-machine gun, even though at THIS time of the dream, I now get worried about the ammo capacity. As the anxiety continues to augment, I started to notice more things, like this dream actually being timed.

Instead of the timer appearing on the top left-hand corner, it shows up on the opposite, and I noticed, at least when I quickly glanced at it, the timer was at 2 minutes and 30 seconds. Of course, with how time is interpreted in dreams, that could've been 2 pigtails and 30 Oldspice deodorant overlords from the 23-43 delta section of the Nova Universe for all I know. But I didn't bother with looking for ( ' ) or ('') near the numbers to see if it was in minutes or seconds, too much anxiety built up. I quickly made HUNK run through the village to collect some Hourglasses to extend the time like in the real game.


It was quite a challenge even finding any that should be in certain location, and then I saw a green hourglass, but I'm not so sure that I used it yet. I probably presumed at the time of the dream that it was going to give me a bonus, and I didn't want to use that until I was sure I could do a really, really, really long combo with the neck-breaker one hit move.

HUNK is moving considerably fast in this village, and the villagers themselves don't even become a problem to me anymore seeing as I was focused on extending as much time as possible (even though I could've just use willpower to create implied experiences of there being extended time). As I stroll around the village, I sensed someone completely different from the villagers, and it ends up being Krauser with a completely developed Las Plagas like arm-blade. Despite of my previous dreams with him basically just trying to instill fear into me only to probably get my attention and discuss something to me, I still didn't want to take the risk.

The reason being is that I was so driven up with putting up my defenses and focusing more on reflexes to survive the onslaught of Las Plagas victims around me that Krauser was no exception to this. He doesn't run as fast as he SHOULD though...





I started to go into spectator mode and gazed over the village to get a good estimate of how close Krauser is from me. It seems the villagers themselves don't see him as an enemy, and it seems he's personally using them as shields should we get into close encounters. I decided that in order for me to destroy as many Las Plagas hosts all in one spot, and hopefully Krauser as well, I would have to bait them into a location where it's tight-spaced. The first location that comes to my mind it to seek out the barn/mini-shed that would be located at the beginning of the village on the left. It had a ladder, which was the perfect tool for me to go on higher grounds and shoot enemies trying to climb up to me.

However, even with that, I was a bit forgetful of the fact that Krauser just might be able to jump up if he suddenly has his near-superhuman speed back again. It didn't seem Krauser showed up as much, and I end up just shooting the villagers, but after that, my recall of this stops there.

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25.06.2013

I'm an Incubus Attempting to Hypnotize Women (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The dreaming environment's setting is night-time, however, with how the dream scene alternating between day and night, it's hard to make out where I really started in this dream. I did know that I was an Incubus with purple skin and a vanilla or tan-brown robe wrapped around my waist and hanged all the way down to my ankles. I don't know my overall ambition in this dream, but it seems I'm just after a set of women, any that I can kind.

I heard some giggling and decided to fly around a bit and found there were able 6 or so females talking to each other. I wanted to use hypnosis, the type that isn't really what hypnosis stands for in waking life, the classical stage one where people think a person is really manipulating someone, but they're not. It was weird how I was going to manipulate their minds, an on-screen white HUD shows up in the middle and shows a list of who I want to start manipulating. Of course, I spammed for all 6 or so females, and about 4 out of the 6 managed to fall unconscious.

Problem is, those other 2 ended up being a challenge for me, and I think pretty quickly they prevented me from getting the other women. So I had no other option than to run and fly away.

Oh and they giggled at me for running away as well, guess I'm not getting pussy with being scared.

Lol, so much for dream sex.

2009-2010

1. I am outside on the streets. at the edge of the fog stands a humanoid figure. I run up the stairs due to fear, and pound on the door. It is locked. I turn around, and the figure is directly behind me.

2. I have a dream of someone knocking on the door. I know it's a dream, and I remember how the Incubus would do the same thing. The door busts open. I remember the rules; if I wasn't in bed and asleep by the time he came, the Incubus would kill, and I would wake up. I rush to my bed, and pretend to be asleep.

3. It happens again, but this time he changes the rules. I have to set up a card game, and get back to bed in time. This time he gets me.

4. Assured that the nightmares would plague me, I decide to come to terms with it. I am stuck in a series of lucid false awakenings in which he gets me each time. Once, I see him at the bottom of the stairs. I run up the stairs as fast as I can, but my leg gets stuck on a bungie cord on the doorknob. I decide not to be afraid anymore. I manipulate patterns of light to throw him down the stairs. As he falls, I see his true form; my father. I use my telekinesis to bash his head against the car in the garage. I don't stop. I awaken, relieved and enlightened, free of what had haunted my sleep for a decade.

2004-2005

1. I have been sleeping in my bed. I am five years old. I have a strange dream that a faceless creature is living underneath my bed, banging on the bed frame to get out. This nightmare continues so drastically that I have trouble distinguishing dream from reality. I frequently check underneath my bed for the thing.

2. I have a nightmare that the thing breaks out and strangles me, and then marches through the city. I spray monster repellent at it. Not understanding that it is a dream, I check underneath my bed to assure that it wasn't there anymore. I expect to have a good night sleep, but I do not. The incubus gets me each night.

3. I dream I am touring the preschool I am going to. My mom chats with the teacher while I go to play with the blocks, but I see it crouching behind a chair, shrouded in darkness. The next day I go to my real preschool in fear.

[Wednesday, October 10th, 2012]
I remember singing "In The Company of Wolves" with Nathan and Alex.

<That's it for recall.>

(Later, I remember being inside of a strange building and outside meeting with smaller kids. There was baseball being played around me but I only remember faint impressions of it being something like a school or private school to be more exact.)

[Monday, October 1st, 2012]
(The night before this, I had smoked a good deal of weed and was still recovering. I had remained conscious
throughout most of my high and it was amazing how different it had felt. Anyways... I wake up and remember very
little.)

I remember being in a version of my Mom's old house... I was thinking of "Incubus" and was holding a bucket of dust
or dirt or something. I was cleaning it out with running water over a "well" or "sink" or "pool". I'd run water into it and
clean off the sides and then dump it. Casey was there and talking to me about Incubus. I don't remember what was
said, but it related to what I was doing.

<Casey calls me and wakes me up- but I don't answer. I'm not ready to get out of bed yet. I close my eyes and drift off
again- but this time I don't remember anything. More people start calling and texting and I just get up completely when
I decide to answer Nathan's call. >

<<Continues to Waking Journal>>

I close my eyes and feel large hands moving across my stomach. The changeover must have happened so quickly and undetectably, I'm slightly surprised, yet pleased. The hands are not threatening, they seem to be almost searching. I grasp the hands and pull a being into my other bedroom. It's night so all I can see is the dark outline of his figure. "Who are you?" I ask inquisitively. He responds, but I'm unsure of the name he gives. He spoke softly, and he had a thick other wordly sort of accent that I've never heard before. His name sounds something like Astaroth. His skin is soft and smooth and he appears to be completely hairless. He embraces me and I run my hands over his back...wings. He kisses me passionately, and I notice his teeth are sharp and pointy. A demon. He asks for my body. I consent. Then he asks what I want in return. I've never been asked this before and am not sure what to say nor can I think of anything. Then I telepathically send him an image, he nods, and we spend several steamy minutes together, after which he fades into the darkness and I wake up.

I found myself in bed at my old house, laying on my stomach with my face in the pillows. I heard someone enter my room.

"Is it you?" I asked.

The mattress moved as he sat down on the bed. As usual, I was nervous. He leaned over me, and in a dark voice full of malicious amusement he whispered into my ear.

"I'm not your blue friend*."

My nervousness transformed into fear as I felt him climb on top of me. I lifted my head slightly to look at his hands closed around my wrists. They were black. Jet black. A color nothing human could be. And I could sense the darkness flowing through him. If I believed in evil then he would be it. But evil implies the sense of something, however wicked, while he was nothing. Emptiness.

I didn't dare try to see anymore.

Fear paralyzed my body.

Pleasure released my mind.

Not a typical sexual pleasure, but something more intense. Something deeper. At the base of my spine. Like a furnace.

Who or what he was didn't matter...only the feeling mattered. Aware that at any moment the situation could erupt into sheer terror, I was careful not to appear to struggle from his grasp, and the delicate balance of pleasure and fear was maintained.

At times he spoke to me, though I can't remember what was said.

And then, as suddenly as he had come, he was gone. I found myself alone in my bed once again. But soon another came. At first I was, again, fearful. But this man was light skinned, almost glowing, and I found that I was able to look at his face. He was handsome and kind and sought only to comfort me. He offered his hand and I took it, and we dissolved into another astral plane. I know there is more to the dream but I can't remember it.

*The blue friend he is referring to is some incubus-like being that has visited me on several occasions.

It's been awhile since I had a real lucid. Yesterday it started off with me getting a bedtime visit from my demon. There are some really beautiful memories from that lucid dream that I would love to paint if I get the chance.

Last night I was lucid most of the time, but I also forget a lot of it, due to sleeping aids and such. At one point I remember flying around searching for a friend of mine that I really wanted to see. I realized that shouting their name wasn't going to get me anywhere, so I attempted to try the linear acceleration technique to see if I could enter their dream (has worked in the past). But this time it was different. The actual process of the flight was so much more real, it felt hyperreal...and I attempted to accelerate to a speed that was as fast as I could possibly go.

I like the idea of ripping through the fabric of space time to enter another person's dream. But this time, when I hit my limit, which was at or around light speed (I think), something different happened. I didn't rip through anything and wind up in a new dreamscape...instead I felt my body...the tips of my fingers...began dissolving away...as though I was moving faster than light speed...and I was leaving molecules behind. It was so strange because it actually physically hurt. The tips of my fingers felt like they were dissolving away, or ripped off...and there was a stream of particles flowing behind them. It was happening all over my body, but my hands were out in front of me so I could see them slowing dissolving away as I reached my speed limit. I stopped accelerating because it was really painful, and I knew something was not right.

After I stopped accelerating, I just let myself float through the darkness of space and it took me a good five or ten minutes to recover. It felt like I was slowly pulling myself, my particles, back together. I was absolutely exhausted, my brain was hurting a lot, and my heart rate was up. But I couldn't wake up or move, not because of sleep paralysis, but only because I did not have the energy to.

Imagine being in a lucid dream...and realizing you don't have the energy to wake up? It was so strange, I've never experienced anything like it. I don't think I will try that technique again. Even for awhile after I woke up I didn't feel right. I was completely drained. Literally had to roll out of bed. I'm starting to wonder if I was ripping my astral body away from my physical body or something...but in a way that...was somehow bad.

Also, I noticed that while I was accelerating my brain was vibrating really strongly at the crown. The top back...I could feel those neurons firing like crazy (I guess that's what it means when you feel vibrations). So it could be connected to the crown chakra (which I think is your bodily entrance/exit point)...or to a certain area of the brain that was firing at the time.

This has to be one of my favorite dreams I've had in a while(well excluding my lucid ones). But anyways, i was inside my friend and ex band mate Andrews house. I haven't been at his house in months but im there kind of often in my dreams. And every time in my dream his house is massive, it's pretty big in real life but i think its because my friend Brendan told me before I first went over his house that it was huge. In the dream i was upstairs and Andrew's mom Suzane came in and asked me why I was there i never responded and grabbed a couple of big nuggets of weed. This was like extremely good bud too. It had these orange and purple hairs on it. I actually said out loud I only see this quality bud in my dreams, but i guess it never just clicked. Then i "remembered" that Incubus was down stairs and I told Suzane. we went downstairs in excitement to see them play. I got to the family room they have and it was just Andrew, Suzane, Brendan, Incubus, and I. I was in awe because currently they are my favorite band and i as a straight male am in love with Brandon Boyd. So it was just a little show they put on and then while we were all just hanging out Brandon gives me a guitar and hes like play something. I was so happy cause i know how to play basically every Incubus song. But instead I ended up playing some sweeps for whatever reason. I woke up at that point and then went back to bed. In my second dream i was outside of my Friend Chris Connors house and every time im with him I basically smoke weed and this time was no different except i was by myself sitting outside smoking a hookah. I was walking away when the cops came by and were doing a drug bust on some other people the cop "arrested" me too but he put these small like finger cuffs on me and i just walked away and pulled them off. The dream shifted and i was watching ESPN on my TV in my mansion that I apparently owned. They had Celtics and Bruins game recaps on. Then i was with my sisters friend Lexi and one of her friends. she said something about moving in with her friend because the situation at her house wasn't good. Then I was playing Hitman and became agent 47. The dream was very realistic and i guess thats what threw me from identifying it as a dream and becoming lucid.