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Cell phones are evil and I talk to my brother about comic book continuities. Apparently Batman showed up in the Sandman universe. I'm playing video games in a living room. I switch the gender on a character customization screen, which affects three dreams:

- A ghost enacts vengeance on his/her killer, and both go up in flames. There's a picture of a kitten involved.

- A warrior... guy... who looks like Ichigo from Bleach saves two main characters from... something, but one of the background DCs gets killed. The costume is warm, and he looks at the river, thinking about going for a swim. Zoom back to me with the video games, looking at a character screen that looks way different than the actual character did.

- I have to capture all six million Pokemon. I also have to click across a screen to keep them happy.

I'm in the same room, which is now a bar. I'm sipping on the large chai latte I bought before the coffee shop closed. Linkara is bartending. It's someone's birthday, and he randomly slices pieces off of an angel food cake when people come in. There are two cakes; one is hiding in a cupboard somewhere.

Time Management. Scare Factor: 2.[/QUOTE]

Cameras and Nets:
I was in some place, outside in the open, in a garden. I was fixing a camera to take automatic pics with someone important and changed the brightness of it, since, I was looking at the camera’s LCD and it became brighter as I played with it. The dream skips and I remember that there was a lady who was using something to swing stuff over her large white house. I think she swung a dog using a net to her backyard.

Mixture:
I was on a university campus and in the library since there were some chairs and I think I saw some book shelves. I decided to drink some tea so I boiled some water, added some sugar to the tea and drank it. I enjoyed it and decided to make some more. After the brewing was finished, I added some sugar but it was a bit too much, so, I asked my dad to drink some with me. I think he might have refused to do so. I remember seeing people playing some game which I think it was one of the pokemon ones. Dream skips and I come into my home for lottery. I think I was working an alarm job!

Thoughts: Just odd dreams, nothing else to add

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I've been having a slew of pokemon dreams recently.

Dream 1 - Store

I was in a store, some sort of Claire's or Ardene's. I never shop there, ever, but here I was in the dream, shopping. At the back of the store, there were four long shelves spanning from one wall to the other, one on top of another, filled with Pokemon plushes. Some were smaller and had black keychain things stuck to the top of them, and some were large. Really large. I picked up the biggest one (that didn't resemble any sort of actual pokemon): it was purple and a lighter red, and the price tag read $364.99. Wow, just because it was as large as me, that didn't mean I'd spend that much on a piece of fabric. I chucked it back into the shelves and looked some more. I then picked up a Turtwig plush, which was the same one I had in real life. I got the real thing in Disney World; Epcot's anime store to be exact, but this wasn't an anime store. Because of this, I was like "wow, they have this plush here too?"

I definitely wasn't lucid at this point; at least not until I picked up a shinx plush. It was about twice the size of an ipod touch and had a black plastic keychain at the top. I looked at it for a little while and then put it back, as I had now become lucid and didn't want to waste my time looking at these plushes anymore. "Sweet," I said out loud and exited the store, emerging into a rural area with homes and sidewalks. Immediately I decided, since somehow I forgot about my current dream goals, to ride a pokemon. Fly it, to be exact. I summoned a Charizard using my turn-around method, which looked the way I wanted it to, with the exception of its size; it was slightly smaller than it should have been. After all, how was I supposed to fly on its back if it couldn't even support my weight? I let it go and it bent over, allowing me to get onto it. It then began to fly, but as it got to a certain point in the sky, maybe a few feet above the houses' roofs, it began to sink back down. I imagined it flapping its wings even more in an attempt to get it to go higher, and it did for a moment, but it sank back down again.

I was sick of trying to mess with this, so I jumped off while it was still in midair and belly-flopped right on the ground. That was clumsy. I looked up (I didn't move my head, but instead just moved my eyes) to see it flying away, higher and higher. As soon as I did this, however, the dream went darker. I stopped looking up and got to my feet, feeling that looking up was a stupid thing to do. Had I just destabilized my dream?

I suppose I did, because the dream continued to turn darker and darker. Then, it ended.

Dream 2 - False Awakening

The next thing I knew, I was in my bed. Crap, I thought, it was so stupid to look up because it destabilized the dream. I was about to get up for a glass of water, but I suddenly realized something. I wasn't in the right bed, and so I realized that I was still dreaming, it was just a false awakening. "Wow, my lucidity carried over from my other dream," I said to myself as I got up. But the dream ended rather quickly.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I hadn't had a pokemon-related dream in months.

This dream began in the rectangular athletic centre of my school. The flooring was polished oak, strewn with the types of colored lines you see in any gym. The room was massive; you could easily hold two different games in there at one time. There were two changerooms with pale turquoise doors, the push-in-to-open style, located in the centre of the gym's east wall.

I was in a pokemon battle from the beginning. I was on one side of the athletic centre, while my opponent was on the other. In the center of the area was a large black circle with a line drawn through it, dividing the place in half. I recall grasping an imaginary pokeball and chucking it into the air, still with nothing really there, but I wasn't lucid. Then, an Arcanine appeared with a quick flash of white light. It was a bit larger than it normally should have been, standing at around five feet, as tall as I was.

My opponent (whom I can't remember much about) sent out a Chikorita. Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea on their behalf. I shouted to the Arcanine to use fire spin and it ran at the Chikorita, walking around it in a circle while blowing out a line of fire. It looked as if it were tracing a circle along the ground. That wasn't a fire spin, it was a fire trace or something. But who am I kidding? Anything can happen in a dream. The Chikorita, even though the fire never actually touched it, falls over and "faints".

The next moment, the Chikorita was gone with no discernible transition, and so was my opponent.

Then, there was an explosion above me, and a massive hole was blasted into the roof of the athletic centre. You could see the layers of construction in the roof that the blast caused, but no debris were falling from the area of impact. A Lugia swooped down, roaring like a dragon or other creature, and landed on the floor. It was small, around my height again, although it should have been at least twice that size. I ran like crazy, bolting for the second changeroom, and got inside, slamming the door shut, which was pretty heavy. A few unrecognizable people were sitting on the floor inside the changeroom, talking and panicking and wondering what to do. I suppose we didn't get Lugia attacks that often.

I decided to try and fight it, using my own pokemon. Through sheer coincidence, I sent out another imaginary pokeball inside the changeroom, quieter than last time, and a Ho-Oh appeared! These two pokemon were practically partners in the pokemon video games, but in the dream I didn't know this. The Ho-Oh was the same size as the Lugia, and squawked a few times before settling down. It folded up its wings and tucked its legs underneath itself. "Come on," I told it, "let's go".

The next thing I know, I was getting up onto the bird pokemon and zooming out of the changeroom, the turquoise door now gone. The Lugia was flying slowly around the athletic centre, which looked even more massive than before. It spotted us and charged straight towards us. I commanded my pokemon to use fire blast, and it produced the move that looked very similar to the actual thing. Instead of consuming the Lugia, however, it kind of stopped as soon as it touched it, and stayed there for a few seconds while the pokemon flew around, unaffected. I then told the Ho-Oh to use fire spin, and it had the same affect as it did with the Arcanine. However, the Lugia flew away with brand new burn patches on its feathers.

Something completely different.

27.05.2010

Still Holding On (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Placing the last bit of childhood memorabilia on the metal shelf, my assignment complete, I walked away fearing the worst. If the rumors were true, then the very essence of my childhood would soon be set ablaze by my platoon's sergeant. As the last of us finished up neatly arranging their most cherished possessions, the sergeant pulled out his flask of whiskey and began drenching the rows of precious memories with alcohol. When it ran out, he whipped out a lighter, lit it, and dropped it onto a nearby rack. A hot inferno shot up viciously and began to spread, consuming everything in its path.

My fellow soldiers passively watched the blaze, but I wasn't going to have it. "Those Pokemon cards are worth money gorrammit!" With that, a commotion ensued. Unfortunately, I couldn't get to my cards through the throng of moving people and the fire, so I did the next best thing: pull them to me with TK. Reaching out my hand, I focused on the boxes of cards, trying to bring them to me. But it isn't until someone knocked into the shelf that I was able to free them from the fire, unscathed, using only the power of my mind.

"Private! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Saving money!" I shouted back, disrespectfully.

I ran off as everyone left the large, curved, window-lined, modern building. I'll show them. I'll meet them at the rendezvous point whether they like it or not.

Exiting from the entrance, my view split off and I saw everyone else had already left in a small yacht. I took to to the air. My flight controls were slightly awkward, but I couldn't help thinking how impressed everyone would be once they saw I could fly.

Making my way to the cylindrical tech station in the middle of the lake, I flexed my flight skills, showing off to no one in particular. When I did eventually reach the station, the sergeant proved speechless when confronted with my newfound abilities. Unfortunately, I screw it all up when I get too close to the water, hit it, and am unable to get back out.

19.05.2010

Helping Out: It's What I Do (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Flying toward my house, I spot Champion Cynthia, hovering over my court on a magic carpet. In the court itself are a myriad of Pokemon. High in the air I spotted a Lugia, Ho-oh, Flygon, and some others. The ones on the ground were less distinct, as were the ones at a slightly lower altitude. For some reason, I got the impression that I needed to help exterminate all of them.

With a joyful glint in my eye, I shoot across the sky, spawning a variety of sharp metallic weaponry in my curled hands. As I pass Ho-oh, I release a volley of kunai and throwing stars into it. Its body evaporates into nothingness. Still darting overhead, I quickly spawn a new set of weapons in my hands. Just as soon as they form, I launch them into Lugia and the Flygon, ending their existence in much the same fashion.

Still thinking I'm helping, I fly down to the other Pokemon floating in the air. Putting my hands behind me, I pull from DBZ archetypes and create two small energy balls in my hands. I toss the one in my left hand at a nearby Pokemon, causing it to explode in a bright flash of yellow light. I throw the other at two a ways below me. The blast spirals slowly on its way to its target, but that's not good enough for me. I swing my arms in front of me and shout, releasing a wave of invisible energy that propels the ball forward at ten times the speed. Even so, the Pokemon dodge my attack. Unfortunately for them, they were unable to avoid the gigantic explosion as the blast hit the ground below, taking out half the court.

Despite the devastation, a few Pokemon remain alive. I speedily charge up a powerful Kamehameha and fire it off, vaporizing those Pokemon directly in its path. The resultant blast of energy as the Wave hit the ground wiped out any that survived the initial burst. My job was done.

08.05.2010

It's Weird How Things Tend to Work Out (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

"The hell?"

I gazed in confusion as a blue sedan proceeded to crash into the cars in my neighbor's driveway. Oddly, unlike the SUV and the compact, the sedan suffered no damage. What is going on? I thought to myself as the sleek blue car pulled out and positioned itself at the bottom of another neighbor's driveway where one car was parked. The maniac accelerated.

The ensuing crunching sounds reached me behind the front window of my house. And, to my horror, the still unscathed sedan was almost immediately set up in front of my driveway. Oh, as if I'm going to let that happen! I rush to the door only to hear that I was too late. My view shifted to the third person and panned outside. Each car in my driveway, including the precious Maxima, had been totaled in one fell swoop. I was distraught, befuddled, and enraged.

I have to make them pay.

The dream starts to fade. No not yet. With gusto, I summon a sword, but not in my usual way.

Probably not my best move.

Still upset, I awaken. But all is not lost! Focusing on the dream, I manage to slip back into it, sans lucidity.

Dashing across my driveway, I attempt to catch up with the car that's already speeding away. Somehow, I'm actually closing ground. Seeing this, the two garishly dressed occupants bail out and flee on foot. The chase takes us into a cricket field. Not wanting to disrupt the game, I wait for an opportune moment to dash across the field.

Then some weird crap happens, I get a Blastoise to join up with me, and I discover that the main perpetrators are Jesse, from the Pokemon Anime, and her. . . kid? Oh, and then a Rocket Grunt reclaims the Blastoise, which was apparently his, as the three of them make their getaway on a flying tower.

Yeeeaah. . .

Here's another "short" part of the long LD. I might do another one later too. Try to guess which one of the ones I posted happened first. XD

14.01.2010

A Dark Reality (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The following excerpt comes from an hour+ long LD.

Is that. . ? A Mew?

"Mew!" the pink Pokemon coos as it floats about in the air before me. It's stylized, exactly as it would be in the anime or a drawing. It seems like it wants me to follow it. Sure enough, it starts zipping away through the brightly, and naturally, lit building motioning for me with its tail.

I take off at a run, but it just isn't fast enough. Fly gets toggled on, but I'm still only barely able to keep up as it darts over and around various beams and corners. Before long, I lose track of it. Not giving up, I go the direction I think it went, which leads me outside to. . . my court?

There's the Mew, hovering high above my driveway. Dropping to the ground, I follow it to the street in the middle of the culdesac. The cloudless blue sky shone brightly and clearly, and to my surprise many more small airborne Pokemon scattered the sky around my neighborhood. I felt oddly at peace.

The Mew, still in the air, motions to the street below. Particularly, it motions to a strange portal. The portal looks almost like an old oil spill: A shiny, dark, blue, film-like, center with moving wavy gold loops along the outside. The whole thing is sparking visible bolts of electricity all around the inside. I couldn't make out what was on the other side. I didn't know what the Mew wanted me to do. I figure jumping through it wouldn't hurt. Maybe someone I know will be on the other side? I take the plunge.

The oddest feeling rushes over me as I quickly slide into the opening. I don't have time to savor it as I'm spat out into a brand new world that is. . . also my court? Weird. Weirder still is the blood red, black streaked, sky above me. It is unsettling. I don't have time to take that in either, because before I know it some humanoid creatures start to approach me. They look mostly human, but their features are augmented by spiky jaws, white bony skin, and claw like fingers. At least they're wearing clothes.

"Git 'im." One of them says to the other. It try to pull out my Katana, but they're on me too fast. One gets my arms into a lock behind my head, while the other subdues my feet. Things are looking really bad. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

Fire! Instinct takes over and large jets of molten hot fire shoot out of the ground around me in an large Area of Effect. This feat startles the creatures into loosening their grip on me. Instead of simply breaking free, however, I take control of the very earth itself, forcing huge jagged spikes to jut out of the ground. The creatures are killed instantaneously. Their bodies and clothes are rent to shreds, freeing me from their grasps.

I think I'm free and clear, but almost right away I see there are more of them coming for me. One of them has a really long Katana. I reach down to my side and quickly pull out my sword. It's not nearly long enough. Before I can use a finger trick to extend it the guy with the Katana attacks me. It's all I can do to block it in time.

The others start to surround me. There's around five or six of them, all with similar features to the last two guys. They're grinning widely, some of them let out a sinister chuckle. I'm freaking out. I keep my stance, but back up as to not let any of them behind me. An almost paralyzing fear and worry gripped me. What had I gotten myself into? Everything was so nice and peaceful before. . .

Regardless, I had a battle to fight. I strike out at the guy with the Katana. My cut only goes skin deep. He looks down at it and laughs maniacally, mockingly, violently swatting my blade out of his skin with his own. He swings at me again. I block, backing up even further, now entering my garage. I perform a quick volley of assaults, faster than the average eye could follow. All of them hit their mark, but again, all of them only pierce the topmost layer of skin.

I was getting nervous. It had to be my blade. I needed a new one. How about his? Instinctively, I pull on all my archetypes that involve severing limbs. I ended up focusing on the Monty Python and The Holy Grail scene in which King Arthur fights the Black Knight. I swat down at his arm sloppily, I don't need to actually cut it. Sure enough, his arm plops off nice and cleanly.

Their smiles turn to displeased grimaces as I grab the long blade from the air before gravity could take hold of it, throwing my old one to the side. "What the hell?" the now armless creature bellows. I proceed to quickly sever the right arms of all the creatures in the same manner, lightly and sloppily 'pushing' on their shoulder socket with the tip of my new sword. "Aww, that's just fucking idiotic," says the guy who had previously owned the Katana.

Suddenly, they all look out to the distance. What's going on? Is something happening out there? The same one speaks again: "You all go and take care of it. This kid ain't got nothin'. I'll deal with him myself." He regenerates his arm and sword as the others take off into the darkness outside. I'm still slowly backing up, on my garage stairs now.

My opponent gives me a smirk. Sensing my continued fear. We're at the top of the stairs. He rushes at me, I quickly open the door and step to the left, parrying as I did so. Before he could recover, I whipped myself and my Katana around severing his blade arm in a downward thrust. I follow that up with a swift kick to his side, knocking him clumsily into the house. Before he can come back out, I sever his other arm and close the door on him. I focus on the lock and do something to it so it can't be opened from the inside.

After a moment of waiting, I realize I'm home free. I discard my blade and head out to the street. What was this place? Could Raven be here by chance. . ?

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.

06.07.2009

Baseball, Dances, and Math (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







It's the top of the ninth, the score is 0-0. Two outs already on the board. I'm up to bat in a game and field that seems reminiscent of my old middle school. I start out swinging lefty, but miss the first ball. I remember that I'm a righty and step into the other box. Another swing and a miss. It's at this point I realize the bat itself has a large chunk of it broken off. I step out of the box, intending to fix this problem. I must have at some level realized I was dreaming, because all it took was a little will power and running my hands along the bat to fill in the rather large spot where the break was.

Immediately, I felt the difference in the weight of the bat. I stepped back into the batter's box. I mention that, with these new repairs, I'm 2/3 more likely to hit the ball. The pitcher, feeling my intent to knock it out of the park, walked me to first. The next batter hit a line drive through second which the second baseman missed. I somehow managed to make a run on that play. The next batter hit a home run, putting us up by three. Then we switched sides. I have no idea who got out, but w/e. They managed to get one controversial run that evoked an argument among the players and caused the game to be shut down by the person moderating it. After that, it was off to the dance.

I hate dances, so it makes sense that this next part was relatively short.

I go to the dance and enter the only open bathroom, with a classmate, at the end of the hall. Freshening up involves shaving, and dabbing my rampaging acne with a wet paper towel. When I'm done, I make my way through the throng of people. The dark atmosphere and hairdos reminded me of the late 90's. However, it isn't long before I recall I have a math quiz to get to.

The quiz is in a room from my old high school. I take a seat. And grab the stack of papers sitting there, thinking them to be the quiz. They were, but these quizes were already graded. I noticed a few hundreds, so I figured that despite my lack of studying I would be fine. I give papers back to the teacher and somehow procure a blank quiz. Let's just say when you combine simple Calculus concepts with Discrete Math concepts, and more advanced Calculus concepts, and horribly impossible questions that have no way to be solved, you get one bitch of a quiz. It didn't help that the teacher was standing over me half the time. I'm really self conscious about my Math. . .

The dream ended before I could finish the quiz.

My next dream involved some crazy mixture of Pokemon, Phantasy Star Online, traditional Japanese RPGs, and platforming. Much of it was pretty abstract, convoluted, and would be difficult to write about. So, I'm not going to.

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06.07.2009

Action Fragments (Non-lucid)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







A lot of action dreams. I can't remember many of the details unfortunately. I'm pretty sure there were swords involved.