"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.

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