"Pest Control" - 03/26/2007 (Lucid)

"Pest Control"
03/26/2007

(Lucid)

I know that this dream was pretty long and that there was something pretty adventurous going on, but it's all forgotten. It had something to do with running through a mixture of my old neighborhood and downtown DeLand, if I’m not mistaken. 

The only thing that really stands out, in my memory, is when I’d gone into a friend’s garage to get something. I had a flashlight in my hand and there were all these little black bugs crawling around in the garage. What I was looking for was in an overturned box on the floor. As soon as I touched the box, this flood of bugs came streaming out of it, toward me – so many that they started covering the ground to a degree where you couldn’t see the floor between them. Their numbers reminded me of the hordes of flesh-eating scarabs on The Mummy, but these were much smaller. Still, I started backing up, toward the door, and I think it was now closed behind me, because I was feeling boxed in, and the surge was coming closer. 

Suddenly, having not really realized I was dreaming, yet, I forcefully willed the bugs to stop. It was as if, without being lucid, my desire for them to leave me alone suddenly caused them to halt, just a few inches from my feet. 

It was then that I realized I was dreaming. A bit fascinated by this, I began to exert control over the swarm of bugs, moving them left to right, forward and backward, across the floor. They moved in their eerily organized formation – a few of them leading, with the rest of the mass following, all around the ground, acting like a real community of bugs under my influence. It was pretty creepy, but incredible. 

Unfortunately, as soon as I stopped playing with the bugs, and walked out of the garage, my alarm went off and woke me up.

"Fatal Attraction" 04/24/2007 (Lucid)

"Fatal Attraction"
04/24/2007
(Lucid)

(Another vivid B6 dream.)

I was in a mansion, standing just at the door to my room, looking out into the hall. I could tell there were a lot of people roaming around this mansion, and it had the atmosphere of a college dorm or frat house. It was obviously late in the night, and the hallway lights were out. From one of the rooms in the hallway, a girl (that looked a lot like a friend of mine, now that I think about it) in a green belly-shirt and black pants comes out, closing the door behind her. She saw me, smiled, and started walking my way, seductively. I could tell that she was coming from another guy's room, but I really didn't care. From the way we were eyeballing each other, I could tell that we were going to be getting to know each other very quickly.

Before I knew it, we were on my bed, making out, and damn was it good. It was definitely one of the best make-out sessions I think I've ever had, whether in a dream or in waking life. I could smell her hair and she was small, but slightly thick, and her skin felt so good. One thing was quickly leading to another and just as she was about to make her way south, my perspective changed to the outside of the mansion.

There was a wingless, dark, stone gargoyle on the roof that was near a huge clock. The clock struck a certain hour and bells started tolling. With it, the gargoyle statue started to move, and the outside of the entire mansion began changing in appearance. The flawless facade of the mansion took on an old, condemned look - solid stone walls replaced with rotting wooden boards and broken windows. Also, an attic door (something like the one in the movie House on Haunted Hill, which my friend and I had been talking about, over the weekend) opened up behind the gargoyle. The gargoyle then turned, slowly, and walked in through the opening. This (approx) 10 foot beast was now in the mansion.

My perspective switched back to first-person and, right on cue with the tolling of the bells, the girl starts acting really creepy. She was getting this evil little tone to her pillow-talk. I can't remember what all she was saying, though. I do know that it ended up with her pulling two bloody, human organs from [somewhere?] and dropping them down on me, laughing wickedly. She implied that they were taken out of the guy in the previous room, after she'd had her way with him, and that I was next. She then leaned down over me and forcefully tried to kiss me. As she was doing this, her mouth started oozing blood that I can only assume was not her own.

I threw her off of me and made a break for the door, terrified into into a shred of awareness at this supernatural transformation the entire situation had taken. I think I was beginning to realize I was dreaming (but to a small enough extent to say I wasn't yet lucid) and headed straight for a wall, in the hallway. Overwriting doubt, I lunged at the wall and crashed straight through it, effortlessly. I then crashed through wall after wall, until I was outside.

Outside, it was now day time. I was (still) running my ass off and there happened to be a train station right outside the mansion. I was trying to make the train and could see it just beginning to pull away, as I got closer. Also coming closer to lucidity, and suspending doubt, I jumped at the train and drove my fingers into its steel side like Wolverine's claws, hanging onto the side of the train as it sped up, away from the station. I then crawled, sideways, along the face of the train and then up to the roof of the car. While atop the train, I finally came to what I believe was my first true realization that I was actually dreaming. Having been on all fours, I was no longer worried about falling off the train, and stood up, surfer-style. It was all completely immersive. I could feel the wind whipping by me, and the subtle movements of the train, beneath my feet.
I don't know if I heard her voice or what, but something made me turn around, and I saw the girl from the room crawling up on top of the train, behind me. She was talking a lot of shit, that I can't remember, but I basically told her that I knew this was all just a dream, and that she posed no threat to me.

I then turned back around, ignored her, and just enjoyed riding on top of the speeding train.

That's all I remember.

(Can't help but wonder what would have happened with that gargoyle...)

"A Break in Time" - 06/26/2006

"A Break in Time"
06/26/2006

(Damn, what a horrible experience.)

I can't quite remember how this dream started off. If I remember correctly, I was a cop, and my partner and I were casing what I think was a nightclub, in a really rough side of town. We were looking for someone that had been on the run for a while and was considered extremely dangerous. Sooner or later, he was found and arrested. He looked a lot like that guy Brian Nichols that shot that judge in the courtroom, not long ago.

Anyway, later that night, we were on the road, driving with this guy in the back seat, headed to turn him in at the station. With no warning, whatsoever, this guy manages to somehow slip out of his cuffs and reach into the front seat. He grabs my partner's gun, puts it to the back of his head and blasts the inside all over the dashboard. My partner was the one driving so, if I remember correctly, the car ended up crashing on the side of the road. I don't quite recall, because I was focused on the maniac who was surely about to turn his attention to me.

I turned around in my seat and started trying to fend him off, from the awkward position, with my night stick. I think I lost my night stick in the struggle, and I remember that, sooner or later, this guy had the upper-hand and was trying to either hit me with the stick, or with the pistol. He got in one good swing on me and struck me in the upper, left arm. I could feel the bone crack and excruciating pain. I don't remember exactly what happened at this point, but all I recall is a feeling of having been defeated. I tried reasoning with the man to persuade him not to kill me, too, but nothing I said had any effect.

He said a few last words to me, and then lunged in my direction. I can't remember if it was the gun or the night stick that struck me in the temple, but everything suddenly went black.

I woke up in my old neighborhood. Groggily, I rolled out of bed and immediately grabbed my arm. It was aching like crazy, obviously broken. I think my head was wrapped with a bandage that crossed my temple or something. All I specifically recall is that my head was pounding. I also had a limp, and I began to remember all of the events of the crash/attack that I'd been through.

Wondering how long I'd been out, I checked the date on my cellphone. It said "May 05, 2007."

"2007?!??!"

I found my folks somewhere in the house (my dad was there and alive, though he died in 2005) and they were both happy to see me up and about. I said to them something about "you mean to tell me I've been in some kind of coma for an entire year?!?" They both said that that was correct, and they reminded me of my partner's fate, when I asked.

Sooner or later I limped outside to get some air. I was holding my shattered (still, somehow, after a year?) left arm in close to me, cradling it with my other hand. I let go just long enough to pull my cellphone out again. I tried calling Tony, who's had the same phone number since we were both about 15. I got no answer. Instead there was a strange tone, as if this were no longer his number.

Just as I hung up, William, who still lives in my old neighborhood to this day, comes driving up in an old beat up truck with his son in the back. He was happy to see that I was up, also. We started talking about what happened, and how long I was out. The conversation lasted for a long time, it felt.

Right in the middle of talking, I actually woke up.

(I was in total disbelief that what had happened was all a dream. Everything felt so real, and it was one of the most convincing dreams I'd had in a long time. It felt like living in a parallel universe and then suddenly being sucked back into the original one. I spent a little while just laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling, moving my arm back and forth (which was aching. Maybe I slept on it, and the pain worked its way into the dream narrative?) and just laughing at myself and how I had so completely accepted that dream as my reality.

Oh well, anyway....glad to be back in the here and now!)

"Chasing Butterflies" 06/20/2006 (Lucid)

“Chasing Butterflies”
06/20/2006  

Dream #1

(Lucid)

  

(Had some Calea and Melatonin before bed. Dreams were very vivid, but I went to sleep late, so the melatonin made me too groggy in the morning to remember everything. Got the Dreamviews.com Lucid Task of the Month - 'Catch a Butterfly' - done, though! :D )

I was in an unfamiliar bar. I remember feeling like a complete stranger in this place, and a lot of people were giving me the eye as if I didn't belong. I kept to myself, made my way to the counter and started to order a drink. Behind me, the door opened, and this big, 6 and 1/2 foot, 300-something pound dude walks in.

While the bartender was just about to turn to me and take my order, this big guy walks up to me from behind and shoves me out of the way - taking my spot at the bar and ordering his drink first. My mind began racing as I stared at this guy, knowing that he could probably crush me, if he wanted to. But finally, in the midst of my anger, it hit me: None of this was really happening. I was dreaming!

I stepped back up to him and we started to exchange words, but I can't recall what we said. He kept talking to me dismissively, though, as if it was in my best interest to leave him alone. I didn’t, of course. I can’t remember whether or not he attacked me first, but all I remember is picking this guy up with one hand and flattening him like a bug against the ceiling over the bar - and, by "flattened", I mean blood ran out of him like I was ringing a towel up over my head. A bit disturbing, and more graphic than I anticipated, but satisfying, nonetheless.

Now, with a moment to think, I looked around the bar as if to say “Hmm. Well, I’m lucid... Now what?” Then, I realized that, before falling asleep, I had been repeating “Gotta catch a butterfly. Gotta catch a butterfly.” The Lucid Task!!! That was my first order of business. Originally, I had planned to make some big elaborate scenario about either catching a giant butterfly or catching/fighting a butterfly/human hybrid, but this dream was feeling very unstable, so I took the easy route. I held up my hands as if I was holding an invisible basketball between them and began moving them slowly together. Just before they touched, I was able to just 'will' the butterfly to materialize in thin air, and it slipped down between my palms as I cupped my hands together. I could feel it fluttering around within the hollow space. Smiling, I opened my hands with a sense of victory and the butterfly flew out just as the scene changed or the dream ended. I can't remember if there was anything afterward.

(Original Artwork, available for purchase, at this link.)

"Picking a Fight with Spider-Man" 11/17/2014 (Lucid)

(Over on Dreamviews.com, there is a "Lucid Dare" thread, where you can challenge any other member to attempt any sort of activity, in a lucid dream, that you can think of. A friend's dare for me was to "Fight Spider-Man, without using any lucid dream powers." The first night I attempted this, I was only able to incubate a non-lucid dream involving Spider-Man, where he was being framed for a bank robbery. I gave it another shot, last night, and while I was able to get lucid, things didn't exactly go the way that I had intended...)

"Picking a Fight with Spider-Man"
11/17/2014
(Lucid)

Summary:An attempt to pick a lucid fight with Spider-Man ends in frustration and multiple failures, but still made for a great adventure!

I 'awoke' in my bed. Looking around the room, I could tell that things just seemed 'different'. Eventually, I came to realize that my TV and entertainment center had changed shape and size. There was also a strange feeling about me. I felt like I was in a bit of a daze. Like I wasn't quite 'with it'. I pulled up a glowing clock in front of me (I don't remember if it was on a watch or a cellphone), and I checked the time. Instead of numbers, the clock face began to morph into random letters. A calendar appeared, instead of a clock. I immediately knew that I was dreaming.

Looking at my hands, I attempted to bring the dream into more clarity. It seemed to work, but the room was still dark, so I couldn't quite see exactly what level of detail there was. I took a moment to think about what it was that I wanted to do, stepping over to the bedroom window. I knew I wanted to be outside, so I put my hands up to the window and pressed forward, phasing through the glass and leaning halfway out, taking a good look at my surroundings. It was a still night, and I believe I remember it feeling a little brisk. From the look of the neighborhood, I was back at my old home in Canterbury (again), and there was a single house across the ditch, which had green Christmas lights on it. It was one of the only things I could see, in the dark.

I remembered Hukif's Dare, about trying to fight Spider-Man, so I floated the rest of the way through the window, and up onto the roof. Instead of my normal roof, it seemed like I was now on the conjoined roofs of some big, sprawling city, with old-fashioned architecture (such as London). I flew up a few levels, from one rooftop platform to the next. Up ahead, I could see Spider-Man. He was a few levels higher than me, so I elevated to his position and saw that he seemed to be working on something; building some sort of structure. I couldn't tell what it was, but there were barrels of material and scraps laying around. He was clearly focused on what he was doing, and didn't seem to pay me any mind.

He simply ignored me, when I called down to him for a fight, continuing to work on whatever it was he was working on. I thought I might try antagonizing him a bit, so (having forgotten that one of the caveats of the dare was that I had to fight him without using any dream powers) I slung my hand out and made Spider-Man's trademark gesture, effortlessly causing a string of webbing to fly out of my wrist and cover him from chest to boots. He made some comment about how he didn't want to fight me, sounding as if the idea completely bored him to tears, and then he ripped his way out of the webbing, which flickered away and disappeared like some low-tech video game effect.

All of a sudden, there was a series of explosions, closing in on us from a higher point upon the cluttered stacks of rooftops. Spider-Man said that there was a very powerful villain coming, and he began scampering in the other direction when the explosions began blasting in toward us. I quickly followed him, flying Superman style as we rushed to evade the incoming ordinance. I couldn't see who was actually chasing us, but I was amazed (no pun intended) at the way Spider-Man moved - flipping and twisting and landing on the smallest of surfaces before rebounding off and tucking into all sorts of various, aerial maneuvers. It was a trip to watch, even while making our escape.

Finally, we got back down to the edge of the rooftop on which I had begun. I flew over the side and landed to the ground in front of my bedroom window. I believe I was going to phase back through the window, to head inside, but it was right around here when the dream reset itself.

I was back in my room, on my bed, and looking around in the dark. This time, my TV was on, so there was a dim glow that I don't believe was there, the first time around. Spider-Man and the heavily-armed mystery villain were nowhere to be seen. Still lucid, I sat in bed for a few moments and attempted to ground myself into the dream again. I started rubbing my hands and feeling around on my arms, to focus on the texture. This time, I could see a strange black set of tattoos, which ran halfway up my arm. The were symbols, or abstract objects, which kind of looked like the bones of a spinal column, from my wrist to the top of my forearm.

Getting out of bed and walking to the TV, I wanted to try and use it for a scene change. I can't remember what program was showing, but I pushed my face up to the screen and attempted to 'go into' the TV, itself. After a few moments, everything had just gone dark. I pulled my head away and saw that what was once a TV, had transformed into some sort of cabinet or dresser. Frustrated, and attempting to test my level of control in this dream, I levitated myself a couple of inches from the floor, checking to see if I could stay afloat. Then, after a few seconds, I lowered myself to the ground and slung my first down at it. My fist smashed into the ground with incredible force, and I could feel a sonic boom shake the walls of the home. From what I could tell, I still had at least a little control over things, here.

I knew I wanted to try my hand at Spider-Man, again, but I didn't want to have to waste the time in going to find him. I 'willed' for him to be in the room with me, and he soon walked in through the bedroom door. The lights were on, by now, and he just stood between me and the dresser, as if silently waiting for an explanation as to why he was summoned. I asked him if he wanted to spar, and he simply made some dismissive gesture. He just wasn't having it, apparently, and I was getting nowhere. I decided to try attacking him, again. At first, I was going to try webbing him again, but I remembered about the rules. So, I tried throwing a few punches. It just felt really awkward, and I was hitting nothing but air. I even tried DBZ-style 'rapid-fire punching', but it was just like he wasn't even there. I couldn't tell if he was moving too fast for me to see him, or I was just punching 'through' him. Going for broke, I jumped up and threw a double drop-kick right at his chest. It was powerful enough to knock him back against the cabinet and send me hovering across the room and smashing into the wall behind me. Ultimately, though, he brushed it off and stood up straight once again.

I was growing more and more frustrated, and I really didn't want to end this dream in a complete failure, since this jackass was too stubborn to want to fight me. I wanted to fight someone, at least. Phasing back through the window, I took off into the (still night) sky, leaving Spider-Man to his anti-social self. Screw him, anyway. I wanted to fight Goku!

The dream went into this really weird, very trippy flight sequence, where the sky would turn this kaleidoscope of colors while I went on my search for Goku. There were weird creatures flying around, and some of them were talking all kinds of nonsense. Everything turned 2-D and cartoonish. Total DBZ environment. It actually looked a lot like I was flying through Snake Way.

The clouds cleared, and I was then flying over a mountainous terrain while one of the creatures were telling me about how some villains were hiding in the caves and building a huge 'space craft' (and that this was inherently bad, for some reason or another), so I decided to go and find them. I landed at the mouth of a cave and wandered into the darkness, growing slightly anxious at what I might find, but trying to keep my anxiety down, so as not to produce a nightmare. While walking through the winding tunnel, dragging one hand along the rocky wall in order to keep myself grounded by feeling around the environment, I was suddenly confronted by two alien henchmen. Immediately, I curled my hand into a fist and charged a sphere of energy around it. It even made the familiar sound effect of a ki blast charging, from the DBZ cartoon (though it was unintentional, and it was funny when I heard it, because it was completely unexpected). I quickly spun in place and fired two blasts from my hand at the henchmen, the explosions filling the hallway with smoke and debris. When the smoke began to fade, I saw that at least one of them were still standing. I dashed toward him and tried swinging a barrage of punches. However, all I got was the 'underwater' feeling that I sometimes get when trying to punch things. Through the smoke, I could hear the alien laugh and say something like "you're funny," in a completely childish manner. Just as this was beginning to frustrate me, the dream scene changed again.

I was then at my Aunt's house (but it was different than it is in waking life), and sitting on her couch. I was still lucid, and beginning to think that this dream wasn't going to be lasting much longer, so I began trying to backtrack and go over the past events of the dream in my head, in order to keep the memories fresh in my mind. My cousin came out from a bedroom, and she had another (gorgeous girl) with her, whom was also being identified as another cousin, even though she was a complete stranger to me. They said that they had just voted, for their first time, and were tired after doing a lot of studying on the candidates and the voting process. It was around here, when I noticed that neither of them were wearing any clothes. Unable to resist, I started sizing up the unfamiliar girl, and getting a little 'hands-on'.

Not wanting the dream to fade, I looked at my hands again, not wanting another premature scene change. I noticed that the weird tattoo I'd had before had returned, and it was now going all the way up my arm, to the shoulder. When I looked back at the girls, I saw that they had similar markings up their arms, as well as parts of their faces and heads. It was very tribal-looking, and kind of cool, but I already had my intentions set. The unfamiliar girl and I began to fool around on the couch, but just as things were starting to really get going (keeping it vague and appropriate, since I'm writing this while at work. :P), I felt the clarity of the dream slipping away from me. I tried to run my fingers along her skin some more, to keep things going, but I was already stuck with the idea of waking up, and the thought of the dream ending pulled me too far away from it all to get it back.

Having just barely started with this tattooed beauty, I woke up.

"Meet the Overprotective Parents" - 05/19/2010 (Lucid)

"Meet the Overprotective Parents"
05/19/2010

Dream #1

(Lucid)

I was with some unfamiliar girl, and another couple, and we were all staying in a hotel. While the girl and I never had sex, there was an incredible connection there, and we were all over each other, through the night. 

Then, the next morning came, and we immediately found ourselves on the run.

Obviously, I wasn't supposed to be seeing this girl. Her father was a very 'influential' man, and had sent some hired guns to bring her back from me. They had burst into the room, and we had just barely been able to give them the slip, running through the hotel hallways and dashing down the steps. We'd apparently been doing this for some time, having moved from hideout to hideout, and I was beginning to feel that it was only a matter of time before her Dad's men eventually stopped us. In the hotel stairwell, a couple of shots rang out, but none of them hit me. We'd gotten downstairs and were just about to make our way outside, when we finally got cornered.

These men were coming in from all angles, and there was a good number of them. Right then, as if on cue, I realized I was dreaming, and that these guys were no threat to me. Immediately, I stopped running. I turned around and brazenly stalked toward the men who had gathered together. Closing in, I started taunting them, daring them to come at me. For a little self-reassurance, I repeated to myself that this was "only a dream," a couple of times, under my breath (so to speak). The henchmen were completely frozen in shock. They looked at me, and then looked around at each other, neither of them knowing what to do. They had been chasing us all this time, relentlessly, and in turning from prey to predator, I had completely shut down their machine. Nobody wanted a piece, even though they were all armed, and I wasn't.

The dream skipped ahead, and not only was I no longer lucid, but I was no longer myself, at all. I was some random person, at a formal function of some sort, and surrounded by military personnel in suits and dress blues. It seems the parents of the girl that I (my original self) was with had bought off the military. I came to realize that this was after they'd allegedly 'killed' me, and they were all toasting to themselves and discussing my apparent demise. They were laughing at the "insane" way that I had walked up toward them, and challenged them all. While they were discussing the events that had transpired, I actually began remembering them. I remembered everything that had happened to my 'old self'. In doing so, I remembered that I was still dreaming.

All I could think about was how hilarious this was. They were all sitting here, kissing their own asses at having killed me, not knowing that I (or, at least, my consciousness) was actually right here in the room with them. I stood up, out of my seat, and promptly jumped up on the large table, in the center of the room, attracting everyone's attention. Then, I belted out an announcement that I was that same guy that they were currently talking about. I explained that I had switched bodies, and was just dropping in on them, to listen to them gloat about their false victory.

Once again, all of these Dream Characters were instantly terrified. I went back to taunting them, just as before, daring them to try to take me down. As if by instinct, those of the audience members who were soldiers - though still in their dress blues - took formations and drew whatever firearms they had. Completely full of myself, I stepped down off the table and strolled over to them at random, disarming them with some textbook grapples. Stripping the last guy of his gun and hanging onto it, myself. I spun the pistol around the room and declared, in all of my invincible glory, that I was going to 'kill' each and every one of them. I then took a brief moment to look at my free hand, in order to stabilize the dream. I noticed that my fingers were gone - worn down to the numbs, beneath the first joints.

I probably should have taken longer to stare at my hand, because I wasn't exactly able to bring the dream into greater clarity before a single person suddenly bolted for the door. Without hesitation, and forgetting about trying to ground myself into the dream, I slung my arm in his direction and shot him in the back. He went down hard, and the entire room erupted in panic. 

Unfortunately, the dream completely unraveled here, and I don't think there was anything after this.

"Murder at the Marina" - 04/05/2010

"Murder at the Marina"
04/05/2010

I was a cop, in this dream, who worked at a busy marina or aquatic theme park. I had a couple of very close partners, who worked along with me, and we ran a pretty tight ship. We had caught wind that there was a killer on the loose in the park. He was wearing a wet suit, to conceal himself in the water, and had already ambushed at least one, seemingly random, victim. At different points in the dream, he was armed with a machine gun, a pistol and a speargun, and he was one crafty bastard. My partners and I spent a long time chasing him all over the marina/park, and just when we'd think we had him cornered, and would fire off round into his perceived hiding places, he would turn up somewhere else. It became an endless cat-and-mouse, and we were constantly running out of ammunition, having to scramble around the park to find more.

At one point, we were in a particular shootout with him, where a huge, banner/flag, with florescent lights all over it, got shot down from above my head. I looked up and saw it coming down on me, and I dove out of the way, just in time. Hitting the dirt, I rolled under a wooden deck next to me just as the banner smashed to the ground and erupted into a bright shower of electrical sparks. The sparks instantly ignited the fabric, and the enormous banner was immediately engulfed in flames, billowing all over the deck that I was under. It didn't take long before the deck had caught fire as well, and I was left to crawl frantically out from under the structure before I, too, was to be consumed in fire. I remember being in contact with a military frigate (or something) that was just offshore. I asked them if they had any assault rifles on board, and was loaned one with no questions asked. While getting the gun, I remember hearing something about a stowed 'engine' being on board, which was so hot that stepping in front of it would instantly turn you to dust. I don't think it really played a role in the dream, otherwise, though.

The chase eventually was on, again, and we were all shooting into the water, where we'd last seen the guy. When I ran out of ammo for automatic rifle, I was able to find a speargun, which I knew I was going to have to be much more conservative with. Word came in that the elusive killer was now on the side of the park which was directly across the section of water near where I was standing. I knew it would take me too long to run down along the walkways, so I ran forward and just dove into the water, spear-gun in hand. My closest partner followed me and we swam, as fast as we could, to the shoreline that had been across from us. When we got out of the water, we looked around for the killer, and I happened to glance back in the direction from which we'd just re-surfaced. Sticking out of the water was the very top of the killer's snorkel.

I assumed he could not yet see me and was just laying low. So, slowly, cautiously, I raised the speargun. I took aim on where his head would have to be, finding it hard to see him clearly, and I fired a bolt into the water. I could immediately tell that I must have hit him in the head, and I watched his snorkel just kind of droop. The killer had to be dead or severely wounded, I thought, but I had to be sure.

Reluctantly, I walked over to the water and began wading back in, toward the black tube that was still protruding from the surface. Just as I was reaching out to touch it, I felt something brush up against my other hand, under water. It was a fin. I was a plastic fin, and it was on the opposite side of me that the snorkel was on. Immediately, I spun around, and the killer exploded out of the water in front of me, his own speargun aimed at my face, and at point blank range. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed his weapon, wrestling with him for it in a panic. I was never able to get full control of the speargun, but I got his arms in a lock, from behind, and lunged forward. We were close enough to the shore that the man's temple smashed against a nearby rock, knocking him unconscious. Slightly exhausted, I pulled the killer's limp body over to the water's edge, and my partner helped me drag him out onto the shore.

"The Syringe from Hell" - 03/24/2010 (Lucid)

"The Syringe From Hell"
03/24/2010

(Lucid)

I was at work, and my manager, B, was being a major ass to all of the employees. We had a blue beach ball, that we were bouncing around the room to each other, and he just came by and stabbed with a knife, letting all of the air out. After a while, I got fed up and got in his face about being such a prick, for no reason. We had some huge argument, and he ended up apologizing, but I refused to accept his apology and kept laying into him.

  When I'd eventually had enough, I stormed outside the call center and started walking down the street. Some old woman casually began walking right beside me, and we talked for a moment. In the most straight-forward way, she told me that she was a ghostly-spirit, and that she was sent here to give me something. In her hand, she held a syringe, informing me that I had to take the shot of whatever she had, without question. Of course, there was absolutely no way that I was just going to let this woman stick me with anything, and I told her so. She said that I didn't have a choice, and that I had to take it, no matter what.

Becoming increasingly alarmed at where this situation might lead, I quickly came to the realization that this was insane, and could not really be happening. I knew I was dreaming. Immediately, I tried to focus on the syringe and, with telekinesis, pull it out of her hand. She gripped tight, though, and I wasn't able to move it. Aware of my attempt, and still walking at my side, she told me that I would not be able to pull it from her hand, because she was actually a demon, and I wasn't strong enough. Swiftly, I tried to disorient her by spinning her around (though I can't remember if I did this with my hands or my mind). Once I rotated her off balance, I made another telekinetic swat at the syringe. My mind knocked the needle from the old woman's fingers, and it stuck, needle-first, into the fence beside us. We both lunged for it, and I grabbed it before she did. When I held the needle up to take a look at it, I could see that the tip was now made of plastic or rubber. Whatever it was, it didn't seem like it could even penetrate human flesh - let alone the fence post I'd just pulled it out of.

That's all I remember.

"Giving the Devil His Due" - 02/04/2014 (Lucid)

“Giving the Devil his Due"
02/04/2014

Dream #2

(Lucid)

I was in some sort of lake, in the middle of what looked to be a rather large neighborhood of multi-level apartments or condos. There were two companions with me - one male, and one female - who were dressed in sort of 'warriors' garb', and we were swimming across the lake, from one bank to another, beneath the clear, blue water. (I had been watching Thor 2, last night, and they seemed to be dressed in something Asgardians would wear.)

A low rumble cut through our swim, thundering from beneath us. Rock and silt began jetting up from the lake floor. At the bottom - which was maybe 20 ft deep or so - the ground began to give way, as if a massive sinkhole were opening up beneath the lake bed. Before long, I could tell that everything was actually getting sucked into this growing hole, like water flowing down a drain. We all began swimming as fast as we could toward the shore. Once close enough, we used our hands and feet to grip the lake floor and propel ourselves forward, faster than we were able to tread water. This did very little to help, though, as the ground, itself, began falling away like brittle pieces of dead tree bark. With still another 40 yards or so to go, before reaching the shore, I knew that we weren't going to make it.

I looked back and saw my companions trailing behind me, becoming lost in the silt and sucked down under the earth. I was sure that I would soon follow, but quickly came to the frantic realization that this had to be a dream. Mustering all of the willpower I could, I thrust myself upward, flying out of the water just before the swelling chasm swallowed me up as well. Now hovering over the still-draining lake, I could see that there was a strange, lava-like material that was oozing up out of the widening hole that used to be a lake. It sputtered and writhed about, like the waves of a stormy ocean, beneath me, spanning maybe 1/4 mile in diameter. I felt completely uncomfortable, hovering over this mystery muck, and I began flying toward the shore and tall apartment buildings that surrounded me on 3 of 4 sides. However, my flight was sloppy and sluggish, and I began wondering if I was going to sink down into whatever the hell this stuff was.

No sooner did I wonder about it than I began to see thick, snake-like appendages slithering out through the torrent. I didn't know what the hell it was, but I knew that there was something very large, and very much Alive, swimming about in this stuff that had come up through this hole that had swallowed the entire lake. The sky, I noticed, had turned a deep, fiery orange, as if the day had gone from noon to the most intense sunset in a matter of seconds. Even with my sudden rush of lucidity, the scale of this entire phenomenon was far too intimidating for me, and I scrambled through the air, trying desperately to reach the rooftops of one of the apartment buildings, if only so I could collect my thoughts enough to gain some control over this dream.

Finally, with the sounds of the earth still rumbling behind me, I hovered away from danger and pulled myself up onto the roof in front of me. When I turned around, I saw my two companions on another roof, nearby. They had turned to stone. Then, I caught sight of a gigantic figure slowly rising up from the center of the disturbance. It grew taller and taller - and I more wide-eyed - until the creature towered high over my head, lifting its humanoid torso from its tucked-over position and standing up straight. From as high upon the rooftop as I was, I couldn't even see the beast's feet; all I saw, instead, was the muscular upper-body of the biggest damn monster I could have imagined! Its back faced me, at an angle, but when it turned slowly to one side, and I could see the gigantic horns perched upon its head, I instantly knew that I was looking at the Devil, himself.

Still in awe, but gathering my wits about me, I pulled my eyes away from the demon long enough to stare at my hands, trying to stabilize and ground myself into the dream. I wanted to see where this story was going, and I damn sure didn't want to wake up prematurely. My hands looked wavy and deformed but, after a little concentration, I was able to pull them into focus, making sure to repeat "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming," in order to keep myself from slipping out of lucidity as well.

Lucifer, lumbering tall above the center of the residential area, surveyed his surroundings, paying no attention to me, but seemingly focusing on the many buildings around him. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but I knew that he was 'up to something'. Thinking it better to stay out of sight, for the moment, I stepped over the edge of the roof and levitated down toward a window, a few feet below me. Looking inside, I saw that a T.V. was on, and I could see the figure of someone watching it, nearby. The T.V. was tuned to the news, and even though I couldn't see the screen, I could hear that there was a female reporter talking about how the apocalypse had just been proven a reality, as Lucifer had revealed himself to the Earth and was turning the populace into vile and hideous demons, by the hundreds. Just as she said this, the person inside had a visitor enter their apartment/condo, and it wasn't until they greeted each other that I could tell they were both deformed creatures, instead of human beings.

Suddenly, they noticed me noticing them. One of them hurriedly rushed toward a wall near the T.V., and lifted up a panel. I instinctively thought it was going for a weapon of some sort, and flew in through the window, immediately dropping my hands out of my field of view and imagining that I was holding a shotgun. The demon whirled around to face me as if taking aim, and I slung my arms back up, squeezing a trigger that wasn’t there and visualizing the shot. Boom. The demon flew back against the wall and slumped to the ground. With the gun now fully-materializing in my hands, I turned to face the other demon and did the same, blasting it away from me. That was when I noticed a third, smaller demon trying to escape the tiny living room. I reached out and grabbed it in both hands, holding it still and taking a good look. An ugly little bastard, who reminded me of a smaller version of the 'Mundus Spawn' in the game Devil May Cry (a boss battle that I spent a long time fighting, while playing DMC, this past Sunday).

Remembering the Dream Views Lucid Task of  the Month of February (which was to ask a dream character who your true love was), I said to the captive Demon “Tell me who my true love is!” With an agitated response, that sounded as if he was just throwing anything out, so that I would let him go, the squirming demon blurted out “The Young One!” I realized that I wasn’t really focusing on the question, when I asked him, and I took this to be some generic answer, which was probably talking about my daughter. I shook the demon, threatening and said something like “not good enough! Who is my true love??” I really focused on the question to mean love in a romantic sense. The demon said something like “[A friend’s name] will be the one who brings her to you!” Though still cryptic, I was satisfied with interpreting this to imply that this ‘True Love’ would be someone I haven’t met, yet, but would meet through this certain friend he named.”

Having gotten what I wanted, I let the demon go, and he scampered away. Still in the apartment, I decided that I should go back up to the roof and see what the giant Devil was doing. However, I wanted to prolong the dream for as long as possible, so I took another look at my hands. Again, they were morphing to and from normal hands, almost as if I were trying to keep from turning into a demon, myself. Once I brought them back into focus, I flew upward and through the ceiling, all the way to the roof. Lucifer, though, was nowhere to be seen.

Then, I felt two giant hands wrap around me from below, and I was suddenly being pulled down through the ceiling and the floors below me. Lucifer had gotten hold of me, and I ‘knew’ that he was about to try and drag me down to Hell. By this time, I had gained all confidence in my lucidity and, for a split-second, I actually thought it might be a fun twist for this dream. I remember yelling something along the lines of “Fine, let’s go on down to Hell!” But then, I realized how hard it might be to remember all of this, once I woke up, and I resisted. I slowed to a stop, coming back to rest in the same apartment in which I’d killed the demons, before.

Determined to get the last laugh, I reached down below me and grabbed for Lucifer’s head, willing for him to no longer be his giant self -which also stripped him of his horns - and pulling him up out of the floor. My final words to him were “actually, let’s not!” and I shoved his head into the T.V., which exploded into a shower of fire and sparks. Surprisingly, he let out an agonizing scream as he was electrocuted, and I immediately woke myself up.

"Balrog Blitz" - 01/30/2014 (Lucid)

“Balrog Blitz”
01/30/2014
Dream #3
(Lucid)

As the dream started, I was hanging out with my mother and daughter, around an unfamiliar house. On the television was a Batman movie, where he was trying to save an area that looked like Times Square from a bomb that was hanging from a crane. The villain seemed to be kind of a mix between Bane from The Dark Knight Rises, and the War-Zone version of thePunisher. The crane was holding up a large shipping crate, and the two adversaries were fighting atop it at night. At some point, during the fight, my perspective sucked me into the movie, and I was right there with them, trying to remove the bomb from the crate while Batman battled the enemy, hand-to-hand. With the crate swinging back and forth, I scrambled around on my stomach, trying to remove the bomb while not falling to my own death.

Just when the bomb was finally within inches of my fingertips, it blew up in my face, and the scene immediately changed.

I was still on the shipping crate, and it was falling from the height of the crane, but it was now the middle of a clear day and, instead of the populated city square, I was now on a beach. In mid-fall from the 100+ ft. crane, I realized that I had to be dreaming and 'pulled up', willing myself into flight. I sunk a few more feet, through the air, and then came to hover over the beach sand while the crate fell to the shoreline below.

Slowly flying upward, I immediately remembered what I wanted to with my lucidity (having tried and failed to do the Lucid Taskof January, in the dream before this one). I knew I needed to find a Balrog of Moria to do battle with but wondered what would be the best way to summon one, in this awkward setting of a crowded beach on a perfect day. Looking out over the ocean, I saw a large plume of black smoke on the horizon. Instantly, I came to the conclusion that I would find a Balrog attacking an oil-drilling platform out there, and I began to fly toward the sea. My excitement was getting the better of me, though, and my flying was really sluggish and sloppy. It would have taken me ages to go that distance, at the rate I was going. Instead, I turned my attention back toward the shore and, pretty much involuntarily, caused a Balrog to appear. Within seconds, it was wreaking havoc on the beach-goers - throwing flaming projectiles at cars, vendors' huts and beach-side restaurants. People were running, screaming and dying, in all directions.

Quickly, I flew down to the feet of the monster - which towered a good 20 ft. above me - and began drawing its attention, evading its attacks and fighting back with telekinetic 'pushes' of my own. During our skirmish, I noticed something coming up out of the ocean, nearby. I knew, instinctively, that it was the Balrog that had attacked the off-shore rig. It was less fire-based - but still threw flames - and it was an absolute Colossus; easily 100 ft or more, compared to the other one, which stood at about 20 or so. Switching my attention from the first Balrog to the second, I flew directly up toward its head, cocked back an arm and unleashed a flying power-punch directly to the beast's face. Its head turned slightly to one side, but then it just glared back at me, ultimately unfazed. Flying higher, I moved just out of the taller one's reach. Hearing another explosion, behind me, I turned to see a third Balrog - just slightly bigger than the first - coming through its own fire, having just obliterated another handful of people who were trying to run away from the chaos.

The last thing I remember vividly, before waking, was hovering somewhat in the middle of this triangle of beasts, trying to think of the best plan of attack.I also know that there was a point where I slung a telekinetic wave of water up and around the biggest Balrog, to try and snuff out some of its flaming attacks, but the details of the rest of the fight are lost.

"A Date with Death" - 01/20/2014

"A Date with Death"
01-20-2014

(In this dream, I was dating a friend of mine, J, from waking life. Unfortunately, it turned out to be one of the worst dreams I've ever had...)

The beginning of the dream started off wonderfully. We were lounging around the house, getting some cuddle-time in, talking about nothing and simply enjoying being close to each other. It couldn't have been more pleasant. Sometime in the early evening, we decided to go out to a restaurant, and I told her I knew of a good steakhouse downtown. We took a good drive out to the city (what city, I don't know), over and through some winding highways, and stopped at a large shopping area with plenty of cafes and restaurants. 

I was searching for a 'Ryan's Steakhouse', which is a place I used to love, as a kid, but it was extremely hard to find. We walked in, and through, many different places, as they were all connected, but couldn't find the place I was looking for. Finally, after exiting one building, I looked back and saw a sign which told us that the place we'd just exited was actually the steakhouse I was looking for. When we were about to walk back in, J told me that she had to use the restroom, which was right outside, in a separate building. (The way the places were connected reminded me of most, major theme parks, with their many, intertwined shops and stand-alone bathrooms).

While she went to the ladies' room, I made my way over to the men's room. Just before entering, I happened to catch sight of two men having a heated argument. I wasn't paying much attention until I saw that one of them, who was obviously the aggressor, was brandishing a very large pistol. The moment I noticed his gun, he noticed me...noticing his gun. The look he gave me told me that he wasn't pleased by my presence, and all of his attention suddenly shifted to me. I tried not to make eye contact, but it was too late. He quickly swung the barrel of his gun in my direction and said "Hey! Come here!" I thought to myself: 'There is No way in Hell I'm going over there', averted my eyes and briskly walked around the corner, into the bathroom. 

The last thing I saw, out of the corner of my eye, was him walking after me, very quickly, with his gun still raised.

Just around the corner from him, my mind quickly raced with the dangerous situation I was now in; I was walking into a completely enclosed area, with an armed man following me. If he had the intention to shoot me, I would, literally, be trapped prey. That was unacceptable. I had to do something. Knowing that he would be rounding the corner at any moment, I flatted myself against the wall, just at the entrance, and waited. I was not about to give this guy the chance to toy with me. The moment he would come in sight, I was going to lunge at his gun-wielding arm and do my best to disarm him, before he could get off a shot. ...It did not go according to plan.

I didn't even have a chance to lunge at him. He quickly stepped around the corner, leading with the pistol, but just far enough away from the wall to be slightly out of my reach. The moment I saw him, and just as I was making my desperate reach for his wrist, he fired a single shot. The sound was deafening, and I felt the impact as a hard 'thunk' against my forehead, which snapped my head backward on my neck and threw me to the floor. For a moment, all I could see was the ceiling.

I was still 'conscious' (as much as one could be, in a non-lucid dream), but I quickly found out that I had lost all feeling in my lower body. I could do nothing but lay there, in a terrified haze, wondering about the extent of my injury. I knew I wasn't dead - yet - and I wondered if the bullet had just grazed me. My arms could move just a little, but they were numb and weighted, taking all my strength just to barely move them. I think I remember calling out for help, but I'm not sure. Seconds later, J came into my view. Immediately, she began screaming and crying out for help.  She reached down to me and hurriedly started dragging me out of the bathroom hallway by one arm, into more public view. 

Now outside, in the open, she began to frantically wail for help. (My friend has anxiety issues, and it had completely consumed her, in this dream.) I was able to turn my head, just a little, and saw that the few people walking around us weren't really paying much attention. She dropped down beside me and put an arm around the back of my head, cradling it. I could hear her sobbing, saying something like "Your..your brain..your brain his coming out!" This put me into a panic, but I was so 'numb', that I couldn't really even freak out about it. I pleaded to her to call 911, but she was the one who was freaking out; so much so, that she couldn't even compose herself enough to register the thought of calling the paramedics. She just held me to her, screaming for help.

I begged, over and over, in a weak, sedated voice: "Call them! Please!" I even mustered all the strength I could to put a limp, unfeeling hand into my pocket to pull out my cellphone. When I tried to push it over to her, it was like she didn't even notice it. She just kept holding me and looking around, screaming for someone to help us. From the way she was holding me, I could tell that the exit wound in my head was massive, and I was quickly becoming a gruesome mess, right there on the pavement. Finally, still fighting against a full-body numbness, I lifted my cellphone onto my stomach and fumbled around with the screen, trying to unlock it. Unable to do so, I decided to use the Emergency Call feature and was able to bring up the dial pad. Unfortunately, all I could see was a jumble of letters, numbers and illegible symbols. Surely, I figured, the bullet had scrambled my brain, and I was no longer able to read. I knew that I would be dead soon. (That would have been a wonderful clue that I was dreaming, if, you know, I wasn't too preoccupied with the thought that I was dying.)

Dropping the phone, I again pleaded with J to go find help; to call 911; to do something! As I was talking, I could see that a bloody piece of my jawbone had broken off and rolled down my chest and onto the ground. The large caliber bullet had, apparently, shattered my entire skull. I wondered what was holding it together at all. After some more breathless pleading, I was able to get her to leave me long enough to find help, and I could see her, through the window of the steakhouse, rushing around with her hands in the air, trying like hell to get anyone to help her. Most people just kind of waived her off and went back to their meals. 

Eventually, she ran back to me with a couple of slightly-interested staff members walking, nonchalantly, behind her. She took up her previous position, pulling my head up to her and cradling it, and sobbing over me. The staff members just looked down at me like: "Hmm. Well. That sucks. Maybe we should do something?" I asked J if she was able to call EMS, while she was inside. She said she didn't, and went on to say something about how she was freaking out and wouldn't even know what to say to them.

Frustrated and weak, I was losing all hope and could feel my consciousness slipping away from me. Suddenly, I felt a distinct lightness in my head, and heard sort of a *sploosh* sound, beneath me. J immediately squirmed and I could hear her begin to panic even more. She screamed: "It...it fell out! It just fell out!" By this, I instinctively knew that my brain - or what was left of it - had just fallen out of my head and onto the ground, remaining connected merely by the strands of my nervous system. 

Despair completely set in. I knew I was about to die. I thought about my family, and how much I just wanted to see them one more time, even if only so that I knew that they were aware of what happened. Once more, in vain, I tried to beg J to call 911, but I could no longer speak. I could only gurgle as my mouth and throat quickly began filling up with blood. On top of it all, I was going to drown on my own fluids. Any bit of fight in me that remained finally faded away, and I resigned to my inevitable death.

(I suddenly woke up, sleeping on the couch. Immediately, and in utter disbelief, I reached up and touched the back of my head, relieved to feel that it was still in one piece. 

What a freaking TRIP. I couldn't sleep well, after that, and spent the rest of the early morning tossing and turning. I figure the likely inspirations for the dream to be: Switching between watching X-2 and Transformers 3, as I was falling asleep. One of the last X-2 scenes I saw was Wolverine getting shot in the head, and I think the relationship between Sam and his girl, in T3, put emphasis on the date/emotional aspect of the dream. Also, a selfie pic by J was one of the last things I'd seen on Facebook, before bed, so I'm pretty sure that's why it dragged her into the mix. Not a good way to start my Monday morning, though...)