"Birth of a Djinn" - 08/2010 (Lucid)

"Birth of a Djinn"

08/29/2010

(Lucid)

(I'm going to go back and expand on some of my other, recent dreams, but I'm amazed that I was able to succeed in this lucid "mission," so soon after reading DreamViews member WakingNomad's 'Serial Dream RPG' thread. So I just had to hurry up and write this one out. I just wish I was able to remember some more of the details. Upon waking up at about 5am and browsing the  DV forums a bit, reminding myself to try for Nomad's first mission. In the past, I haven't had much luck with RPG-type tasks (of which my journal constantly reminds me ), but, amazingly, this one came pretty easily.)

I believe the dream started in my old high school cafeteria. There had been a bit going on, before this point, but I don't remember very much at all. My earliest, solid memory of this dream was becoming lucid in the cafeteria, by noticing how unclear and "hazy" things were, around me. I just didn't feel like I was in reality, and I quickly realized this to be because I was in an unstable dream. Immediately, I brought my hands up in front of me, and stared at them, trying to pull together all of the visual detail I could. I had an extra finger on each hand, and each one was loosely attached to the pinky before it, practically webbed. I lowered my hands and looked around, having succeeded in bringing things into more clarity. With almost uncommon ease (for myself, anyway), I quickly remembered my intention to try Nomad's RPG mission. I couldn't quite recall every detail of his scenario, but I remembered that I had to be walking on a path, through the woods, and look at myself in a mirror. Judging by where I was, though, there wasn't a wooded area anywhere near me.

I began to float through the school hallways, hovering in a standing position, as if my feet were still on the floor. After a while, I began to lose patience, getting the feeling that I wasn't any closer to finding an exit than when I started, so I tried some scene changing. Figuring that spinning would likely cause me to wake up, I closed my eyes lightly, and thought of the woods. When I opened them, I was in another setting (which I can't really remember), but it was definitely not a wooded path. I tried at least once or twice more, with no success. Then, I opened them again to find myself standing in some grass in a field. A bit closer to the woods than any of my other attempts, I imagined that, once I turned to the left, I would be in the middle of the woods. I spun to the left, and after a short blur of my vision, I saw that I was, indeed, standing in the middle of the woods, on a fairly wide path which ran through the cluster of trees around me.

Again recalling that I, next, had to look at myself in a mirror, I wondered just how I would get my hands on one. Ironically, I didn't even think about just turning around, to have one in front of me (which might have been much easier, but did carry the risk of losing dream stability, completely). Instead, I thought about the way I'd created a door, back in my "Water Dragon" dream, and decided to do something similar. I put my hands in front of me, as if I was holding a single point in space with the index fingers and thumbs of both my hands. I then pulled my hands apart, horizontally, creating a thin line which stretched between the two hands. Once it was a few inches wide, I then spread my index fingers away from their respective thumbs, expanding what was once a thin line, into an empty box (or "frame," kind of like film directors do) between my fingers. The geometric shape sat there between my fingers, as if I were holding a transparent credit card between my hands. Then, considering this to be the back side of the mirror, I then twisted my fingers so the box flipped around, vertically. It was like I had actually cut out a square, in my field of view, and then flipped everything inside that square - trees and all - around like a card in a magic trick. On the other side of this displaced rectangle of "reality" was a perfect little mirror, which I held up to my face, remembering that I had chosen a Djinn as my character for the game. In the reflection, I saw a hazy, obscure version of myself, staring back at me. I couldn't really make out all the details, but it looked incredibly plain - just my regular self.

A little bored with this rendition of my "character," I lowered the mirror away from my face. Clearing my mind and just hoping for something a little more interesting - yet trying not to consciously influence the outcome - I looked back into the mirror. This picture was much clearer. It was still me, but I was shirtless, and had thick, short, brownish/reddish hair, which sat wildly on top of my head. Two pointy little bumps of my skull sat above my eyebrows; a modest set of horns, which hadn't quite broken through the skin. I grinned at myself, which seemed quite humorously wicked. Overall, I figured my Djinn to be quite a handsome devil, so I was satisfied. Something happened, at this point, where my reflection began to take on a life of its own. This part is really fragmented, but I remember getting into an altercation with my reflection, and we started pushing/pulling on each other, like the shoving match we had in my last dream where I saw my reflection. I don't remember if I grabbed him and pulled him out of the mirror, or he grabbed me and pulled me into the mirror, but we were suddenly on the same plane, rolling around on the wooded path and trying to gain advantage over the other. I don't remember the outcome of that, though.

Later, I was back in an open field. There were a few people milling around, and a lake sat nearby. On the lake, I saw an abandoned little boat, struggling to stay afloat. I levitated myself and flew over to it, landing on top of it, feeling like taking a little explorative ride around this enormous lake. The boat was a small, blue motorboat with no motor. So, I took hold of the boat, telekinetically, and pushed it around the lake with my mind. Every now and then, I wondered if I would come across any of my usual sea monsters, but I was feeling a real sense of empowerment, in being my new Djinn character, and I honestly didn't care what I encountered, because I felt that I could take on anything.

I know there was so much more than happened, after this. I distinctly remember stopping somewhere and running back over the events of the dream in my mind, and trying to recall as much as possible, before I woke up, which is what I usually do during long lucids. 

(But, sooner or later, the dream ended. I think a lot of time must had passed between the dream and the time I actually woke. Otherwise, I think I would have remembered a lot more than I did. I was only concerned with retaining the lucid portion, though, and I'm happy to have recalled as much as I had.

I plan on either drawing, modeling, or photoshopping a rendition of what my Djinn/self looked like in the dream, when I have the time. )

"Gateway Amex" - 4/22/2005

"Gateway Amex"

4/22/2005

(This one jumped around a bit, but I will try to recall as much as possible.)

The first part of the dream took place at a house that was not unlike mine. It was a friend's house, whose mother had not been home, at the time. For some reason, I started off this scenario, behaving much like Spider-Man. At various points, his mother would come home, and I would have to hide from sight as fast as possible because my friend was grounded and not allowed to have company. Once, I jumped straight up and stuck to the ceiling of the garage, just as she was pulling in. I don’t remember too much about having the Spider-Man persona, more than just his typical abilities. The feeling of web-swinging was definitely prominent, including the sensation of the strands of webbing adhering to my wrists and arms and hanging idly like flailing ropes from my body.

Sometime, along the way, there was, also, a strange card, that I had been instructing the younger friend in how to use. I’m not quite sure who this person was, nor whether it was someone from my waking life, but I recall that the card, itself, seemed like one of those silver AMEX cards, with the blue square in the center. Upon looking through the center, I showed my acquaintance that you could see into another realm - one full of spirits. I had figured that it was the astral plane, or something a little more exclusively sinister. The area where most of the dream took place, seemed to be on the outside of a large slum area, and I remember distinctly seeing an aerial shot of the surrounding city. A massive highway ran along it, and a river sat beside the strip. That sort of "establishing shot" of the surroundings was the last thing I recall.

(To be honest, I think the card itself was to remind me of my mission to visit the Lucid Crossroads, as the river might have been, as well.  last night's dreaming seemed more like the kinda dream you treat as lucid - by bending the laws of waking physics - but in which you are still not quite sure that everything you’re experiencing is a dream. Damn..maybe next time.)

"Don't Drink and Drive" - 10/24/2007

"Don't Drink and Drive"

10/24/2007 

Dream #1

My mom's boyfriend and I were driving home from Daytona, and we were wasted. It was his car and he was driving (though he is not one to drive drunk), so I was laying down in the passenger side, dozing off. We ended up riding through the hood, and I noticed that he wasn't stopping at the stop signs. I could feel that he was just rolling through them and, sometimes, not even slowing down for them while making turns. I started telling him to watch what he was doing, because we were going to get stopped by the police. He just laughed it off and said that he was fine and knew what he was doing. However, he just continued driving recklessly, running signs and not seeming to know where the hell he was going. I was still finding it hard not to doze off, though. We pulled up to a wide cul-de-sac, and he was talking to a large crowd of people. Some random girls kept leaning in the window and trying to talk to me, but I wasn't paying them any attention.  Soon, we were back in motion, and his blatant, drunken carelessness was starting to get to me. I told him he needed to watch what the hell he was doing and no sooner did I say that, than he ran directly into the back of a parked car. The car rolled forward, as if in neutral, and slammed into a house across the street.

I told him "That's it, I'm driving. Get out," and we switched places. Now, behind the wheel, I started trying to find my way out of the neighborhood and then noticed that I was having a hard time working the brakes. It seemed like - whenever I tried to hit the brakes with my right foot - my foot would phase right through the pedal, or it would be missing, completely. It took me a few tries - and a few ran stop signs - to figure out that I had to use my left foot for them, as if I was working a clutch. We came back around to wide street, where a bunch of thugs were hanging out. One of them had a really nice car, and there was another that was blocking the opposite side of the road, a few feet behind the first. I had to try to squeeze between these cars but, when I came upon them, I used my right foot again, and it went through the brakes. Unable to stop, I scraped our way up against the entire driver's side of the nicer car, completely ruining it. It was like an old impala or something, that was utterly pimped-out, and I'd just destroyed it. Having no second thoughts about not stopping, I hit the gas and took off.

We weaved through the neighborhood, and I saw a cluster of police lights, up ahead. I turned down another street, and then another, trying to get around the cops. When I came upon the next intersection, though, they were already coming my way, from one side. I tried to stop at the stop sign but, again, I used my right foot, which went right through the brake pedal as if it didn't exist, and we rolled through the stop sign, almost hitting a lady cop on her motorcycle, in the middle of the crossroads. Both vehicles came to a stop, and she got off of her bike. She didn't seem the least bit upset, though, and we just started making some small talk. Somewhere during conversation, our car had inadvertently turned into a motorcycle, with me in the front, and Mom's boyfriend behind me. (But, of course, I didn't notice this other, massive dream-sign. 😒)

She treated us like we were ridiculously cool, though, and ended up giving us the cheesy "finger-guns," gesture, when she walked back to her motorcycle. When she got back on, she looked back at us and said something like "You know...when I do this to someone" (and she did the finger-guns again), "I usually expect to get it back." The way she said it implied that she knew that we were really nervous about something. I quickly recovered and said "...oh...well, you know, in this part of town, doing this (I did the finger-guns back) to anybody could get you killed...especially to the police." She laughed a little at that and said, knowingly, "You two be careful." I could tell, without a doubt, that she knew we were drunk.

She drove off, though, and we went home.