"Superlucidman" - 08/14/2006 (Lucid)

"Superlucidman"
08/14/2006

(Lucid)

(Had some B6, Melatonin, and a pretty fuckin tight Superman lucid last night. Unfortunately, I hadn’t gotten much sleep this weekend, and went back to sleep after the dream, instead of writing it down, so most of it is already forgotten.) 

I was in some old town with an unfamiliar girl and a few friends. There was a lot that had gone on before my first few memories of this dream, something that I think had to do with me using powers in some sort of situation. Anyway - from the point where I can remember - we were in this town that seemed to have a history of being constantly raided by “treasure hunters” and "bandits", as we were being told. There was a lot of [something?] hidden away within the mountains and desert which the town was built upon. We’d made friends with a few of the townspeople - one of which was this really attractive, short-haired chick (who looked a lot like THIS picture of Jessica Alba) - and were being invited to a major event at an absolutely incredible, old theater, or casino, or something. I don’t remember what kind of building it was, but I know it was like 20 floors high, with a large column cut down the center of the building, from roof to floor, creating a void so that you could be on any level and - from the indoor balconies - see any other floor in the cylindrical building. The entire place was decorated in ivory, gold, and white paint. An enormous chandelier hung from the roof, stretching halfway down the length of the middle area, toward the floor, a few stories away from the ground.

We were walking up a staircase to get into this building, along with a train of strangers; a staircase that scaled up the side of a canyon, into the mountains, upon the facade of which the building sat. The pathway was very narrow, but people were very patiently filing up toward the door. I realized I was dreaming while waiting to get in the door, looking out over this grand view and slowly moving up a few steps. Again, there was no real cue. I was just suddenly aware I was dreaming. (That has been happening a lot more often, lately, which is good! ) I kept repeating to myself “I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming” as I continued on up the steps, and when I got to the top, I let my friends go ahead of me and I leaned against the wall near the doorway, taking a moment to still myself and try to solidify the dream (which I noticed was getting a little hazy). I started looking down at my hands which seemed pretty normal (as my hands usually do in dreams, aside from a few occasional, subtle alterations), except that the contours of my fingertips were very vivid and exaggerated, waving around just a little bit as if I were tripping. My focus on this brought the rest of the world, in my peripherals, completely clear. When I stopped looking at my hands, I felt grounded to the dream to such a degree that I didn’t have to continue to remind myself that I was dreaming (which is something I’d been intending to do, so I’m glad it worked. Heh).

I caught up to my friends and we sat down at one of the tables on a high level of the building. A show started, but I can’t remember what the hell it was about. I remember thinking to myself that I felt kind of like Clark Kent, because I knew I was dreaming, and had all of this “superhuman” potential in the situation, but I was keeping it low-key, because I was really enjoying the dream as it was and didn't want to change anything. Then, after a while (inevitably), there came a sound like an explosion. A band of thieves were flooding the entire building with water, from the bottom up, trying to terrorize the townsfolk into giving them information that would lead them to whatever was buried around here. (A bit overkill, really. Lol.) It was utter chaos, of course, people screaming, panicking, falling from balconies and through crumbling wooden decks, landing in the water that was rushing in and pooling up, hundreds of feet below. I think the floor under our table split apart or something, because, the next thing I remember was my date falling all the way down into the water that was rushing in on the ground level. I also remember diving down through the debris after her, the many tiers of the building whizzing up past me before landing in the water, which only came up to about my shoulders.

It was then that our identities seemed to change into actual Superman characters. When I started looking around, I felt as if I was actually looking for Lois, instead of whoever my previous date was. (Even throughout this change of my perceived identity, I never really forgot I was dreaming, for longer than a couple of seconds at a time.) When I found her (can't remember if she looked like Lois or not), I could see one of the thieves pointing his gun at her back, from a distance. He fired, and I dove in that direction with my arm out, catching the bullet in my palm just before splashing back into the water. For some strange reason, though, she was still hit. I think she died, actually. I remember coming up out of the water and seeing her dead and being like 'WTF?! I CAUGHT IT!! THAT WAS CHEAP!!' (Lol.)

Before I could do anything about it, though the thieves did something to drain the water back through the underwater tunnels that snaked all through the mountains. I could feel myself getting sucked into a current. I tried to fly out, but couldn’t, getting pulled further under and toward a narrow hole. Being in this water, and knowing it was a dream, the thought of underwater creatures crept into my mind. (I was just went swimming at Blue Spring, over the weekend, and had a feeling that a “water dream” wasn’t going to be far away, since it’s been so long since I swam in that kind of environment.) Before I knew it, the water was littered with alligators. I ended up smacking into one that I couldn’t see, because the water was so dark, and it turned around and snapped at me. We started fighting underwater while this current sucked us into the hole. Being wrapped up in the intense situation caused me to forget that I was dreaming, but for only a moment. I almost started to freak out about not being able to breathe as this tunnel was completely filled with water, with no end in sight. Then the realization returned to me like the flick of a switch; I remembered again, “oh yeah, I’m dreaming!” No longer worried about drowning or being eaten alive, I quit tangling with the alligator and began to head in the direction the current was taking me. I then sped up, sort of 'flying underwater', shooting through the tunnel like a torpedo and toward the light that I begun to see up ahead. (To stay focused, I actually imagined what Superman would look like flying through such a tunnel, remembering the clip from the new movie that shows him flying really fast through a dark, narrow tunnel. My visualization was so strong that I actually saw a ghost image of him, in front of me, leading the way; just sort of superimposed upon the scene.)

I came out in the river that sat outside the town. And I was pretty annoyed at the whole thing. It only took me seconds to fly back to the theater/casino place. The short-haired chick from the beginning was dressed like a warrior, now and was actually taking on some of the bad guys. From what I remember, she was pretty badass, too. The thief DCs were actually calling me Superman when I showed back up (though I never thought to look at myself and see if I actually looked like him). I ripped through the group of thieves like nothing, taking them all out one by one, not having to dodge any of their bullets because...well...I was 'Superman'! Lol. I just walked around through the hail of bullets, attacking them.

Much later (this freakin dream stretched on forever, likely thanks to the melatonin), after I’d lost lucidity again, there was some romance building up between this warrior chick and I, but it was always awkward because she felt like she would have been disrespecting her new/lost friend, 'Lois', by getting with me - at least so soon. We were actually on the verge of having sex one night when she started having second thoughts because of this. It sucked, but hey, I could respect that. Haha. So even though the chemistry stayed there throughout the rest of the dream, nothing really came of it.

Eventually, there was one more attack on the town for their treasure and I was instantly lucid again, ready to take on more bandits. The fighter chick kept saying she wanted to help, but this time the bandits had high-tech weaponry; lasers, droids, all kinds of shit. So I convinced her to stay out of it. The fight was in this spacious, underground cavern. There were a bunch of machines that were drilling through the rock with lasers, trying to find out where this [whatever the valuables were] was buried. When I approached, there was a weapon that they threw out toward me that was curled up in a ball. I tried to use 'heat-vision' to melt whatever it was, but I couldn’t get the whole lasers-coming-out-of-the-eyes thing right, as I had never tried that in a dream before. The ball unraveled itself and turned into this long, metal snake. I’m not sure what its purpose was but it was a nasty looking sum-bitch, so I didn’t want to find out. As it followed me around the cavern, I flew over to one of the lasers that was doing the digging, ripped it up out of the ground and swung it over in the direction of the snake, slicing it into sections with the laser, which was awesome. There was more to the battle after that, but that's as far as I could remember.

"Higher Learning: Apocalypse" - 02/27/2006

“Higher Learning: Apocalypse”
02/27/2006

(Another intense Calea dream.) This one started off on a college campus. There was some sort of rally planned on the football field, and we were all gathering up and waiting for it to start. There were hundreds of people out there - everybody just kinda doing their own thing for a while. T and I were talking about something or other, when a few men appeared high upon one of the walls surrounding the football field. It started off pretty benign. The khaki-clad, Caucasian speaker started yelling something that wasn't all too interesting, in the beginning, though I can't remember what he was saying.

After a couple of minutes, it seemed he was about to give praise to one of the star athletes of the school. He started quoting the guy's stats and whatnot as a section of the field opened right in the middle of the crowd, the crowd stepped back, in a wide circle, and gave this door room to open. I was near enough to the middle of the crowd to be able to look between the bodies of the people just in front of me, and see a large, black athlete poised and ready for the platform below him to lift and carry him up into the viewing range of the public. This is where the dream goes south.

It turned out that this rally was actually a neo-nazi rally. (There was one out here in Orlando on Saturday, I hear.) The dialogue turned into one of dissent and hatred, giving the minority of people in the audience - those that actually sided with the neo-nazis - a hell of a rouse. Scattered fists were starting to pump in the air, met sporadically with the heil Hitler gestures and the throbs of "white power!" A final command was given from the top and the crowd looked up to see a slab of concrete the size of a small car - flung from a catapult - arcing down towards us like a meteor, threading the eye of the crowd and crashing mercilessly into the hole in the ground where the athlete had stood in wait - crushing him flat. Terror made the entire crowd pulse backward from the center, in all directions, at once, just as the sounds of assault rifles filled the air - unseen bullets raining down into select areas of the crowd while we scattered. Passing the people that were once behind me, I could see that a few of the neo-nazis that were in the crowd had begun to fight and kill whoever it was they saw as their enemy, and was within reach. It didn't matter if you were a different race, sexual orientation, or were simply standing in the wrong part of the crowd. You were a target. With all of the people there, this would have looked like something out of Braveheart, if there was machine gun fire on the battlefield in the movie. It was chaos.

I ran across the football field and got to the fence on the other side. I instinctively tried one of those long jumps that I've been able to do often in my dreams, even though I wasn't quite conscious yet that I was dreaming. I jumped a good 50 feet or so, but came crashing to the ground about 10 feet away from the fence. Lol. Now, standing at the bottom, I jumped up and grabbed the top of the high fence and swung my legs over the other side. I didn't land all the way at the bottom, though, and sort of hung on to the fence with my hands and feet, which reminded me of Spider-Man. Able to see through the fence to from where I'd just come, I watched the slaughter ensue. More, hidden weapons had been broken out. This was the beginning of neo-nazi revolution and their numbers were coming out in waves. Apparently still thinking of Spider-Man, I began scrambling horizontally along the fence, and even used webbing to get from the fence to the trees on the other side of the yard. (Though, of course, none of this was able to make me realize I was dreaming. Lol. I just remained stuck in the 'auto-pilot' mode of non-lucidity.)

T and I rendezvoused later, and a lot went on that I don't remember too much of. I recall searching for my daughter. For some reason, I was calling for 'Sara', instead of her actual name - which sounds close - and I remember having to hand-to-hand a bunch of nazis as I was roaming this campus looking for my daughter. (It is only now, after waking up, that I realize I was even searching for my daughter, because in my dream I was calling out Sara instead of her real name.) What was even stranger is that when I finally found her, she was a teenager. If it wasn’t for the lingering impact of finding and embracing her, in tears, I wouldn’t even know, now, who it was I had been searching for. There is no doubt it was an older version of my daughter. Everything after that is really hazy. I remember we had to leave the city, as this was a sort of civil unrest that was starting to spread across various other cities and states in the northeast. Strange, though, that the city was up north, rather than Florida. I remember getting on a subway with my daughter, T, and some of our other friends to escape the rioting towns, and we headed out west.

That’s about all I can remember.

"Fallout Children" - 02/22/2009

"Fallout Children"
02/22/2009

Dream #2

I was walking in a field with maybe two other friends of mine, and I believe we were teenagers. We were all staring at this old factory/plant that was off limits to trespassers, while we passed by it. Apparently, there were a lot of old stories and rumors about the plant, and we were all really curious as to what really went on there. We saw a man coming our way, walking toward the plant, and he had a box. When we crossed paths, he said that he was making a delivery to the plant, so he had permission to go in. Of course, we couldn't resist asking if we could go with him. he agreed, and allowed us to walk along side him.

We approached the old, run-down building, and noticed that there was a smaller building attached to the front of it. This one looked more like a house than an industrial building. The place appeared completely abandoned, but the closer we got, the more we could hear what sounded like machinery whirring and whining from the set of buildings. Before going inside, we went around the front side of the 'house', trying to see inside the dark windows for any signs of life. The closer we got to the building, though, the louder this whining, wailing noise got - and the more distinct. It sounded almost...human. More fantastically, it sounded like the wailing of ghosts. Lots of ghosts. The idea seemed absurd, though, but thinking about the sound with that in mind made it one of the eeriest, most unnerving sounds I'd ever heard.. Still, secure in the assumption that ghosts didn't exist, I approached the others and we walked inside.

We found ourselves in an old kitchen. It looked outdated, but didn't exactly look as abandoned as I'd half-expected. The wailing sound had gotten louder, though, and it seemed to be coming from a cellar door near the hallway. I was such a ghastly noise, but with everything else seeming so untended, curiosity was getting the better of us. A couple of us went over to the door and pulled it open, peering down into the blackness. We almost toppled all over each other, when a mass of tiny heads and arms suddenly lunged out at us, reaching frantically for us like zombies closing in on a meal, wailing away in that terrible chorus we'd heard from outside. In the second it took us to react, I could see that they were children - dozens of them. Their faces and bodies were horribly disfigured to the point where it was hard to even recognize them as humans. Just the same, though, we slammed the door shut, screaming, and braced ourselves against it to keep the horde inside.

Just then, a man and woman appeared in the hallway, having heard the sounds and come to investigate. They were totally aware of the children in the cellar, and after we began to calm down, they told us a story about the plant and how there used to be all kinds of fucked up experiments going on in there - one of which caused some sort of radioactive contamination that burned all of the children that were being experimented all, disfiguring them the way that they are. They took the box from the delivery guy and opened it, revealing the contents to be canned goods - food for the children. Still uneasy about the atmosphere, we stuck around long enough to hear more about the tale, as the man and woman fed the children. They let a couple of them run around in the kitchen area while being fed and, aside from the horrific disfigurements, they seemed like ordinary children - though they couldn't talk and did not much more than make moaning noises. The wailing from earlier had been their cries for food.

Though there didn't seem to be any danger in the situation, it was all just too uncomfortable to hang around in. We'd figured that we'd been there long enough, hurriedly said our goodbyes, and left the building. For some reason, we were all suddenly, overwhelmingly hungry, and we could see that there was a Subway at the end of the field opposite the side we'd come in on. Instead of walking around the entire perimeter, we just went and climbed over the chain-link fence, crossing some railroad tracks and heading toward the Subway to eat.