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I was in a lab type environment. I guess it was a medical facility.
A cop was asking a doctor about a patient (whom I never saw). The doctor
answered the cop stating that the patient was either (something), dead, or alive.
What that something was I can't remember for the life of me.

The doctor then said, I can't really say.
The cop responded, "You have to be able to say."
The doctor then said, "His eye is out with an I.C.U. to see." This meant that
their was something like a fiber optic strand put through his eye so he could see.

I was in a store owned by my father's parents. In waking life, I only met my grandmother on his side.
I was buying a bunch of stuff, but I couldn't get past my selection of a candy. They owned a candy store in NY when my dad was a kid.

I don't know what the other stuff was that I was trying to buy, but I was looking at the coins. Some looked old.

Soon I was discussing becoming a salesman for the store. I was considering it, but I'm not a very good salesman. I tried to explain why I'm not a good salesman by using and umbrella as an example. I explained
something about it and why I would not be good.

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I was with a woman I don't know in real life. She was really sexy, and I was trying to see her breasts.
She was willing, kind of, but not then.

Then my grandfather on my mother's side came in. He told me to get some work done. I started cleaning up the place. I was disappointed I could not pursue my female friend. I saw more old coins.

I had an Indian head penny and another that was half the size. Both had a face value of one cent, but the smaller one reminded me of the half cents that the gov. used to mint.

The regular sized Indian head had the word Kenworth on it. That is a make of tractor (trailer). I asked my cousin Jeff about it. He thought it was odd also.

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I was in a car with Shadow27. He wasn't happy about something. I heard his voice and it sounded so familiar, though I have never met him.

I don't really remember my dreams last night, but at one point I was smoking pipe tobacco in rolling papers which I used to do in high school.

At another point, I had a dead fish like a chub white fish in a water bottle that had the top cut off so...you could fit something in it...like a fish?
I forgot why I was taking it somewhere. Out of context, it makes no sense, though as I recall, it only made sense using dream logic anyway.

I forgot most of my dream/s, but:
I saw a couple cute ladies. I was leaving the group, but gave the blond a quick hug.
Dream skip, I'm with the brunette. I end up feeling up her shirt, and later I saw her breasts
but couldn't touch them.

Those are the salient points that I remember, though the rest was pretty interesting. I wish I could have logged it earlier this morning.

About two nights ago I became lucid fo a few seconds. I was going to roll off a ledge but woke up. Worthless.

Last night I dreamed I was looking in a DreamViews filing cabinet. Inside were thousands of business cards. Each card had one of my dreams recorded on it.

I was somehow homeless behind my father's old house. I am sad it isn't in the family anymore, but my dad has passed in waking life and we had to sell the house. So, I'm building a fire to stay warm. Last night I really did build a fire in our back yard.

I noticed the fire was almost out. I was about to blow on it when the new owners of the house started looking out of the house and then walking towards me.

I ducked down so they couldn't see me, but they kept coming. I started to growl like a dog or some kind of monster to get them to turn away, but it wasn't working.

Then all of a sudden I was in the house looking out the window the way they must have been looking at me. I saw the fire and realized why I got their attention.

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There were two ladies. They were both really cute. One of them said to some guy, "You're not getting under this bra."

I realized I should just play it cool. I acted like I wasn't attracted to either of them and tried to look them in their eyes. Tried.

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I was in some kind of race inside of a gymnasium. It was like a marathon, but we had to run the distance in a small gym. People were cutting the corners because the room was small and it would be ridiculous to run in an actual square.

I wanted to run the full distance (and not cheat), so I tried to take the corners by running on the wall. Others took advantage by running past me on the inside. I thought that was kind of unfair.

It was very cramped. The room was only as big as a large garage. I ended up leaving the race, though I intended to rejoin it.

Outside I saw a big boned black lady name Yolanda. I don't know how I got to this point, but I grabbed her by the waste and pulled her into me twice. Then I decided to pull her in and thrust my pelvis into her rear. She was really soft.

She didn't seem to mind, but then she started acting as though I shouldn't have. I worked hard to get her attention and finally did. I mouthed the words, "Don't get me in trouble." She says, "OK."

I helped sell a friends super-car (that is what a friend calls old muscle cars that he sups up) for a profit of about $1150.00. The next thing I know, someone is adding a supercharger to another old muscle car to give to me as a reward.

There was a third muscle car in the mix.

The End.

A girl was reading some poetry I wrote for a girlfriend over 20 years ago. I wanted to read it, so she gave it to me. I couldn't read the words. I noticed it was in a faded red folder. In my dream I had given my old girl friend these poems in a red folder, so I was concerned that it was her folder and had faded, and now my old girlfriend didn't have the folder anymore.

Another friend of mine appeared behind me. He said it was his copy. That could have made since even in waking life, so that was cool.

I started trying to read the poem again, but now the words were written in hair. A braid of hair glued to a basket. Another person and I started inspecting the hair closely to. We were looking for a break to distinguish one word from another.

At this point, the paper becomes a basket with wedge sections. The braided hair is cord on the top edge of the basket. I lift up a wedge to find the break between words and find the basket is stuffed with fluff.

I never could figure out what the hair said. (Imagine that!)

The End

Credit for these ideas can be found in the LD Game Idea thread in your individual posts. Most of these ideas are from team members, not me.

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Game Related Ideas

1. A game with a kind-of a kingdom hearts feel.
2. You could also go with a sandbox style game.
3. I have some music I wrote up which is still in the works.
4. There would be some evil beings on the dream plane that are invading the waking world and this guy has to learn to lucid dream to stop them.
5. As you progress in the game, you learn new "dream control" abilities...like flying, super sprint, teleportation, etc.
6. You could also face certain obstacles that you have to overcome. Walls, bad guys (or cops ), dark regions and such. You could go different ways (per your sandbox idea), to get away from problems, and call on your abilities as appropriate.
7. You can slowly lose a power like getting heavy while flying...or losing lucidity!
   

Administrative ideas

1. I think we need to recruit more people from this forum to help with the project. Anyone reading this, even if there is nothing you think you can do, trust me there is. Please volunteer.
2. We will also need someone to compile a list of people working on the project and their contributions for the credits.
3. Each team should have some means of contact outside of this thread to communicate on what needs to be done and post a few updates back here.
4. We should get a list of who wants to help and once we have 10+ we should all get into chat and see if we can get the ball rolling.
5. The best way to go about this would be to make a short demo first. Maybe around 20-30 minutes of play time. Then you can release/show off the demo and go with it from there. Making a full game is a huge project and a demo could definitely get you a good start. It would also be wise to go with the xbox live marketplace/playstation network-type game. Many of those games are made by small groups of people. Download-able media is really booming right now, and seems to be going nowhere but up.
6. Create a script from the collective ideas of everyone. Possibly put up some polls and whatnot to make some decisions (like the name of the game, etc.
7. I would suggest anyone involved make a link in their signature to this thread. Called, "The Lucid Video Game Project," or something similar.

I was with O.G. and kissed above her rear.

The End

I was with a big boned girl and was doing her a favor. It was very nice.

I was in a house that was turned into an insurance business, but it was set up like a home, and the owner's family lived in it. The daughter was there, wearing a whitish dress. She was a dirty blond. She was depressed and took a bottle full of lamp oil and started chugging it.

I was the only one who was concerned about her. I told them not to make her vomit, and I would call poison control. I was looking for the number but I couldn't find it. To get the number, I had to go somewhere between exit 9 and exit 14 on Georgia 400. I started to realize that that was too much ground to cover to find a number and started getting nervous because time was of the essence.

I am in Britney Spears' class. Funny, as I am class of '86. Anyway, I want to ask her to sign my baseball. I have a baseball for my friends to sign and one for geniuses (or otherwise worthy people) to sign in my waking life.

I don't want her to think that I'm one of her love-smitten fans, but I want her autograph. I tell her something like, "I'm only going to be a senior once--"

She interrupts and says kind of sarcastically, "Oh, your a senior?" faking being impressed, and I knew it. I tried to show a genuine interest in show-business. I won first place in a Halloween costume contest two years in a row in my waking life. I tried to tell her that but couldn't get it out. She was interrupting me and didn't seem interested.

At one point she came close to me and I had my hand barely touching her hair. It wasn't my intent, but she came up to me. Then, she started becoming less interested. I forget part of the dream, but it was all just to get her to realize it made since that I would get her to sign my baseball. If we go to school together, she could just sign my baseball without it being such a big deal.

I never actually requested the signature.