"Darkseid is Coming" - 11/26/2021

"Darkseid is Coming..."

11/26/2021

I was part of a group of young-adult superheroes, and we were based on an oil rig, out at sea. Apparently, my power was that of super strength, and I'm not sure if all of the others in my group were DC Comics heroes, but I know that we were a world where Superman had been long-since considered dead. We had received word that the supervillain Darkseid was preparing to invade the planet, and we were doing everything we could to prepare for the inevitable attack.

The initial encounter, though, would prove to be a psychological one.

While his ships were approaching the Earth from beyond the stars, Darkseid, himself, was already far ahead, unleashing strong, telepathic attacks on each of us, at random time intervals. Every now and then, we would hear our voice in our heads, or see his visage looming in the shadowy corners of our compound. There was one point, where I was walking through a tight corridor, and when I looked over to one side, I could see a gigantic projection of Darkseid, standing in a far corner with his arms folded behind him. He was so large and imposing that this telepathic manifestation had to hunch over, in order to keep from being stifled by the ceiling. Despite his size, the thing that left the greatest impression was the haunting, crimson glow of his eyes against the darkness within the room.

This psychic torment was running rampant over my team, sending most of us to the borderline of complete breakdown, because there was no way of getting him out of our heads. There was an early, physical attack on the compound, by his underlings (though I don't know if they were his parademons). We made light work of them, but during the skirmish, one of our members went murderously savage and began taking on the rest of the team. Almost simultaneously, we'd gotten the alarm that the full-scale invasion was kicking off, on the other side of the island off of which we were stationed. The leader (and strongest) of our team was a lightning-based character who seemed very Thor-inspired, in terms of physicality. He decided to have us split up, so that a group of us could work on taking down our formidable, brainwashed ally, while he and the others went to engage with the invasion. There were at least a dozen of us, in total, and it took nearly half of us to subdue our teammate and to, then, talk him down from his rampage by appealing to his emotional side and reminding him of the strong bond that we all had within our group. 

After he was free of Darkseid's mental influence, we all dashed off of the rig and to the island, to join the rest of our group in battle.

We made our way over the water, by various means, and approached a large, unfamiliar temple that was settled on the coast. Upon our arrival, and after searching desperately for our team, we began to find the liquified remains of some of them, scattered around the temple grounds - one of them, after I'd tripped down an embankment and landed, on my hands and knees, in what I initially thought was a puddle of mud but turned out to be an ankle-deep pile of entrails and excrement.

After moments of sheer terror, I became completely enraged at this discovery. 

We continued our search for any of the others who were left, and made our way into the temple, which seemed more like the inside of a theme park attraction in its set up. I believe there was, actually, a coaster-type ride that snaked through the halls of the temple, as well, but I don't remember much of it.

Finally, we found Darkseid. He was standing, motionless and unbothered, with his back to us, apparently having just been waiting for us to show up. He began to make it clear that the mental attack on our teammate upon the oil rig was a rouse, in order to split up our forces so that he could more easily have access to our strongest, Thor-like member, who he'd planned to take under his control, as well. We, then, saw a platform being lowered, nearby, showing our leader being bombarded with rays of energy, as he struggled against them, obviously trying his hardest to resist the psychic onslaught from taking him over. 

Initially unsuccessful, though, our leader launched himself off of the platform and brought down a vicious attack on what remained of our team. An absolutely insane battle ensued (of which I can't remember many of the details), and it spilled out of the temple and into the city streets of the developed, modernized island. We were toppling buildings and causing unimaginable damage while fighting the head of our team, with Darksied just tagging along and watching the fray, for the most part. 

Eventually, though, we were able to break the psychic hold, just as we did with our earlier ally, focusing on the bond between us and the damage that Darkseid had already caused to our unit. Through no small feat of willpower, our leader was able to break free of the enhanced brainwashing from the interstellar villain...and he was pissed at having been made a vessel for Darkseid's dark power.

Instantly forgiven - by myself and the rest of our crew - for anything that might have transpired, leading up to this point, our head guy joined forces with us, once again, and we rushed Darkseid with everything we had. Again, the battle was epic. Darkseid was just beastly, in his power and character. Enraged, himself, at our 'daring' to thwart his plan, he fought against us ruthlessly, taking on a sort of 'street slang' in his dialect, as if he had been from New York, or something, instead of from outer space. It was really jarring but, for some reason, just made him all the more scary.

In time, though, we had begun to overpower him. The last part of the battle, that I can remember, was Darkseid having been pinned on his back, in the middle of a destroyed city street. Our leader and I were raining down tandem attacks on the invader. I was standing over top of his downed body, and the other hero would blast him with a maxed-out surge of energy. Then, in the moments between blasts, just as Darkseid finished screaming in electrified agony and began to try to lift himself from the ground, I would drop the hardest punches I could muster down upon his chest and face, smashing him over and over and driving him further into the shattering concrete beneath him, with every blow. The chorus of Darkseid's screams, the repetitive cracks of thunder and the shockwave-inducing booms from each of my ground-and-pound punches were echoing all throughout the city, and it's the last thing I can remember from the fight.

The last thing I remember from the dream, itself, though, was a "stinger-type" of clip - as if it were a post-credit scene, after a movie - of some random, industrial rubble being lifted high into the air. (Maybe the oil rig, from before?) The further it was raised, the more clearly I could see the red and blue figure that was holding it up over his head, proving to us that Superman was, in fact, not dead, and he was back to help us defeat Darkseid, once at for all.

(Just an all-out incredible battle. This dream was both psychologically terrifying, and so satisfyingly action-packed. The kind of dream after-which you wake up and just say...."whoa." I had a blend of mugwart and ginkgo before bed, that night, which I'd been experimenting with, periodically, for the last few weeks, and my dream activity has been pretty much off the charts. Lots more dream entries to come, from over the last couple of months. Just been a little too busy, over the holiday system, to write them all out, in full!)

"Grodd, Almighty" - 10/12/2010 (Lucid)

"Grodd, Almighty"

10/12/2010

(Lucid)

(Awesome Superman Lucid, last night!)

At first, I was hanging out with a man, woman, and baby, walking through the woods. Somehow, along our journey, we ended up springing someone's trap, and an array of monsters shot up out of the leaf-covered ground and started positioning themselves for attack. The man and woman accompanying me did some sort of quick transformation and became a duo of masked, Power Ranger-like warriors - battle suits and all. Over on the side of the goons and ghouls, there was this crazy, bladed weapon that shredded through the ground, like a shark's fin through water  - and, behind it all, was a "boss." That "boss" was Gorilla Grodd; the Great Ape Super-genius villain, who's known for taking on the Justice League. He was dressed in this really shiny, metallic suit, that kind of made him look like Lord Zedd from the Power Rangers (continuing the theme).

The earth-splitting blade came upon us, and the three of us created something of a collective, defensive barrier against it with our hands and arms. A shower of sparks flew out in all directions, and we were all repelled by the force of the deflected attack...but it was deflected, which was the most important thing. After the defensive maneuver, I recognized myself to be no longer myself - but an incarnation of Superman. (I guess it was just the fact that I used nothing but my own arms, to block the weapon, which brought me to the notion that I was superhuman.)

Naturally, a massive fight ensued (which I, unfortunately, don't really remember much of). I felt actively in control of my actions, but not necessarily lucid yet - in that I simply didn't realize this was all a dream. I remember that I kept looking around, cautiously, for anyone who might sneak up on me with Kryptonite - afraid that someone would get the drop on me, and that I would be taken out of the fight - but it never happened. At one moment, I remember flying down, into the 'forest' floor, and then launching up and out of the ground, at another position on the battlefield, to try to get a better vantage point. It was around here, when the people I was fighting alongside were suddenly abducted. They had simply vanished; baby and all.

Somehow, I had tracked them out over a large body of water, which could have been the ocean. I found one of the men in the water, but I let him be, now focused on just the exhilaration of flying. I believe it was my awareness of this sensation that brought me to full lucidity, right around this time. While still over the water, I started toying with my flight speed, trying to see how much control I could get out of it. I began pushing up through the "gears," just going faster and faster, in increments, until the water and patches of ground became a blur beneath me. After some time, I came upon a fortress, now back in the woods. It was an old, castle-like building with a giant statue - of what might have been a bird or something - outside. I came to find out that this was Grodd's base, and that the woman and baby were inside.

Without wasting any time, I just burst in through one of the thick, stone walls, as if it were made of Legos, grabbed the mother and her baby, and zoomed back out of the building. Outside, Grodd was already there to meet us - still wearing his shiny, new suit. I motioned for the woman to get her kid and stand back and then rushed Grodd with everything I had. He was absolutely no match for me, this time. I stayed on the offensive and pretty much just pummeled him with my fists until he was unable to put up a fight.

After he was defeated, there was a loud rumbling, coming from within the building. I couldn't tell what was happening, but I knew something big was about to occur. I picked up the woman and child and flew up to the roof of the fortress, setting them safely on top. After descending back down to the front of the building, I saw the entire front wall facade fall away. Behind the rubble that crashed to the ground, I was staring down the barrel of an almost ridiculously large tank cannon, which I could have easily walked straight into, standing upright. The whirring sound, that I began to hear growing in intensity, told me that I was only seconds from being fired upon, so I flew straight up into the air, just as the cannon exploded beneath me. A single shot blasted right below my feet, and I immediately retaliated, flying back down toward the tank and swinging haymakers at it. The steel folded under my fists like tin foil, and I completely demolished the weapon, landing on its roof and ripping open the hatch.

I reached in and grabbed the operator by his collar, pulling him up to me and telling him that I would "throw him into f*cking space," if he ever tried something like that again. Even behind his goggles, I could see the fear in his face. He just shook and stammered, looking like he'd just soiled himself. Lol. I actually let him go, and he scurried off.

I then met back up with the woman and her baby, and we began to walk back to where we'd originally been. The man she had been with, earlier, was suddenly with us again, though I don't remember him having been around, during the battle. I knew, at this point, that I would be waking up, sometime soon, so I began trying to recall the events of the dream, from as early as I could. While I was going over them in my mind, some large creature flew into the forest and confronted us. It was kind like a bird, but breathed fire. I don't remember if it had feathers or leathery skin, but I know it was more bird than dragon. I was so focused on remembering the past events, that the dream began unraveling (I would guess that's because I was taking so much of my attention off of it?).

The bird/dragon/thing craned its head toward me, still flapping its enormous wings, to keep itself hovering in one spot. I knew I didn't want to get drawn into another scenario, because I might lose so much of what I'd retained, so just as the bird lurched forward and spit a wide plume of fire toward me, I completely let go of the dream and forcibly myself up.

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"Shadow of the Bat" - 01/09/2007

"Shadow of the Bat"

01/09/2007

Dream #2

(There was an interesting bit of role-reversal on this one, as I’m hardly ever - if ever - rolling with the villains. Anyway...this one was brief, but awesome.)

I was in the backseat of an apparent getaway car, and we were hauling ass down a random city street, at night, after we’d just pulled off a heist. Fully aware that we were being pursued, I turned and looked out the back window, expecting a car chase with the police. Instead, I saw something else following us. It was impossible to tell what it was, however, because it was jet black and I could only see a few brief glimpses of it at a time, in the limited, strobing glow of the passing streetlights. Whatever it was, though, it was big, it was flying, and it was catching up to us.

The terrifying black mass swooped in closer, and only then could I tell that it was the trademark symbol of Batman: a widespread silhouette of his cape, stretched out with a rigidity that could have only suggested the memory-cloth cape from Batman Begins. He was gliding in fast enough to where he actually began to overtake and fly over the top of us. I leaned my head further back in the window to try to see straight up into the sky, overhead. Between the pulse of the streetlights, I saw the shape collapse in mid-air. The dark blob of a figure dropped out of the sky and smashed down onto the rear windshield, Batman’s boots stomping the glass right above my head and causing cracks to spider-web across the surface. He wasn’t able to break it, though, and he bounced back into the air, flaring out the cape, again, into the bat-shaped glider. 

Just as before, the intimidating Bat silhouette was chasing us. I don’t think he ever ended up catching us, though.

(I thought it was pretty tight that I never actually saw Batman - that I can remember -  I only saw his cape take and lose shape, and a small glimpse of his boots when he dropped down to land on the car. It may have only been a fragment, but this was one of my favorite Batman dreams, to date.) 

"Beyond Batman" - 02/27/2007 (Lucid)

"Beyond Batman"

02/27/2007

Dream #2

(Lucid) 

  

Had another DILD, last night. I vaguely remember a lot more happening, before all of this - which had something to do with Batman and Robin - but right now I can't be too sure about the events. What I do know is that my first real memory, of this dream, was of being crouched on a pillar, high over nighttime courtyard, of sorts, when I figured out I was dreaming. I remember how much more aware I felt, upon this realization, than in the past couple of DILDs I've had. I could feel myself getting giddy at the sensation. Haha.

The first thing I did was look at my hands; they had little pink and yellow spots all over them. Once I looked away, again, I couldn't believe how much more clear everything had gotten. It was like the entire dream world - which had seemed purely visual, only a moment ago - expanded to all five senses. I was now completely immersed in the dream - to a level that (even after having had so many lucids in my lifetime) astonished me. So much, was this feeling of wherewithal, that - realizing that I'd never actually experimented with taste, while dreaming (I don't even know if I've ever tasted anything in a non-lucid), I licked the back of my hand, impulsively. It tasted just like real skin - somewhat bland and coppery.

Looking around my surroundings, a bit more, I deduced that this park/courtyard belonged to some deviant organization or corporation, and I had been on a mission, before becoming lucid. I can't remember if I actually was Batman or not, but I immediately imagined how much fun swinging around on grappling hook would be. I held up my hand and looked across the way, to another high pillar. At first, I tried to make the hook and rope just shoot out of my hand but, when that didn't work, I figured I'd have to be a little more practical about it. I put my arm down to the side and imagined Batman's grappling gun. When I picked my hand back up, into my field of view, I was holding it. The transition was pretty effortless, and I pulled the trigger and launched a grappling across the gap.

I started swinging around, from pillar to pillar - landing; firing at another spot; and continuing to swing without the slightest fear of gravity. It was just as much fun as I thought it would be! At one point, though, I swung low enough for my feet touched the grass. This activated some kind of security system, equipped with lasers and machine guns. An unfamiliar woman came out of nowhere and, at first, was trying to detain me. Around this time, I feel that it dawned on me, what it was I was doing in this facility, in the first place, but I can't remember, now.

She was soon chasing me around this courtyard, shooting at me with some sort of electric gun-thing of her own. After a while, though, during our cat-and-mouse, we'd started exchanging some dialogue and, eventually, was actually helping me carry out whatever my mission was. The security system had turned on her, and we found ourselves high up, in this tower overlooking the courtyard, hiding from the gunfire that was trained on our position. She told me where [whatever it was I was looking for] was hidden - in the center of a group of columns that circled around, what looked like, some sort of large, metallic sculpture.

I didn't even let her finish talking - getting all antsy and excited, once again - and I just dove out of the tower window. I could hear her scream something like "No wait!!!" while I shot another grappling hook and swung downward, at an angle, landing sideways on one of the columns, kinda like Spider-Man (though I can't remember whether I was actually sticking to the wall or just hanging on). Unexpectedly, the metallic sculpture thing suddenly started whirring and moving. A long, rectangular portion swung upward, to one side, and then turned in my direction. Now, only about 10 feet away from the nearest end of this now-raised cylinder, I could see that and I was staring down the barrel of a enormous, high-tech cannon.

From above, the girl screamed something that implied she'd been trying to tell me it was a gun, but I don't remember what her outburst was. Immediately, I jumped off of the pillar I'd been perched on, just as it exploded from an explosive round fired from the cannon.

(There feels like a gap in my recall right around here, but afterward...) Next thing I know, the woman was flying a helicopter and I had shot a grappling line to the bottom of it and was hanging on while she carried us away from the facility. While hanging, my mind began wandering and I suddenly got the urge to experience being one of my original RP characters, which I've never done before in a dream. I dropped off of the rope, into free-fall, and landed softly on a high rooftop - which had really cool architecture, like a cathedral or something - and I was thinking about how to do this. I was kind of apprehensive about spinning a new scene, because I hadn't had much luck with it in the past, but I decided to try it anyway. 

Standing up straight, upon the angular rooftop, I held out my arms and spun around as fast as I could. At first, I was just watching the world blur, but then, I closed my eyes and thought of being somewhere else, with the intention of turning into my character. Unfortunately, I also had fear of waking up, in the back of my head, and I think that's what caused me to wake up, instead.

"The Incredible Hero" - 02/19/2007

”The Incredible Hero”

02/19/2007

This dream was centered around the “Heroes” TV show characters: D.L. and his son, Micah. It started off with D.L. having an argument with some woman - who wasn’t Micah’s mom - in a house. If I’m not mistaken, he was looking for Micah and thought the woman had information, about where he was, that she just wasn’t giving up. At the same time, Micah was looking for his dad and came upon the house at just about the same time this was happening. Before seeing Micah, D.L. had had enough of the woman’s holding out on him, and he shoved his hand through her chest (he has the power to phase through solid objects) to stop her heart, like he did to Micah’s mom in one of the episodes. My perspective then switched to Micah’s point of view as he came in through the door and saw his dad killing this woman.

Suddenly, time stopped, and then things began to reverse. Micah had altered time with his mind (a power that one of the other “heroes” has) and everything rewound until before D.L. shoved his arm into the woman. Instead of walking in through the door, this time, Micah just suddenly appeared in between D.L. and the woman, stopping his dad’s arm from reaching her. They were all happy that they’d reunited and the scene switched a little bit, from there.

(Enter: …Jim Carrey?)

So, Jim Carrey comes into this dream. He was driving an old pick-up truck and he had disguised himself as some sort of utilities worker, or something. I (being the disembodied observer) knew that his real reason for pulling up to this house was because he was looking for people with these amazing abilities, in order to study them and perform all kinds of experiments on them. For what purpose, I don’t know. He knocked on the door and everyone inside scattered into hiding places. After no one answered, he just walked in the home.

For a while he started looking around the place, searching for any clues that would help his cause. At some points, around this time, I got the feeling that I was actually another character that was with Jim - not just a disembodied observer. I remember that I’d caught a glimpse of Micah, hiding beneath a counter, and I actually made a conscious decision to duck down and get a better look. When I saw him, Jim automatically knew he was there, and he went to get the kid. My perspective then changed back to, simply, watching. He’d gone to pull young Micah out from his hiding spot, but D.L. came in and told him to leave the kid alone. Jim started talking about how he knew the kid had powers and was doing research on people like them.

Sooner or later - somehow - he’d earned their trust, and they were telling him about some of the stuff that Micah could do. One of the powers they mentioned was how he grew in size and strength, whenever his adrenaline started pumping. They walked outside and were showing Jim that their car had a custom sunroof over the backseat so, if ever Micah got pissed off, while in the car, it could accommodate his size (which I think is hilarious). So, in telling the story of one of the times that had actually happened, little Micah climbed in through the backseat and then climbs up out of the sunroof, now standing on top of the car and telling his story. While he was up there, though, he suddenly slipped and fell, straight to the ground, and face-planted so hard that you’d think it would have killed him. He started groaning and slowly began to stand up. D.L. was running over to him, when the boy started breathing really heavy. He started screaming “It’s happening! No!!” and I could see that the boy's right hand had turned green and about tripled in size.

D.L. started freaking out and grabbed a bunch Micah’s toys, trying to “force” him to play with him. Nervous, Jim said “What are you doing?” D.L. answered “We have to get him to calm down! If he starts having fun, it’ll reverse the transformation!” He threw a ball to Micah, but the boy was already too far gone. The ball just fell as the boy started growing bigger and bigger, green skin covering his body, and the high-pitched yell of a young boy morphing into a low, monstrous roar. The kid had just turned into the Incredible Hulk.

Then, seriously pissed off (as usual), the Hulk took a few quick steps away from Jim and D.L. and then leaped about a hundred feet into the air, arcing over the surrounding houses and disappearing toward the horizon. Jim (and I think D.L., too) got into the pick-up truck and started chasing after the boy/Hulk.

There is a large gap in my recall right here but, somehow, the scenario changed to where the Hulk was now mad at Jim. (I think he figured out that Jim actually had some sinister plan behind his reason for studying people with powers.) Whatever the case, Jim was now driving like a maniac through the streets, in this pick-up, looking over his shoulder with this terrified look on his face. In a pretty impressive display of mental cinematography, my perspective was hovering over the hood of Jim's truck, looking straight at his face as he drove. In the background, after he’d turned onto another street, this tiny speck in the sky came soaring closer. The closer it got, the bigger it got. Finally, just a few feet behind Jim’s truck, the Hulk, which had obviously jumped from a few miles away, smashed down onto the street, running after Jim Carrey’s truck and smashing every damn thing in his path. Just that part alone was the highlight of the dream because it was freaking Awesome. Lol. Other than that, the only thing I really remember is one point where Jim was in the bed of the truck, hanging on for dear life as the truck was being picked up off the ground by the - now even bigger than before - Hulk.

That’s about it.

 (*Photomanipulation Based on Dream*)

"Cancelling the Apocalypse" - 01/11/2017 (Lucid)

"Cancelling the Apocalypse"
01/11/2017

Dream Two 

(Lucid)

I was with two other guys, and we were being stalked by the Marvel super-villain, Apocalypse. We were in some tall, unfinished building, surrounded by a cage of open walls and concrete pillars. Apocalypse had this very "Jason Voorhees" type of way of following us; slowly and almost casually, before just 'appearing' nearby, to try and attack us. (I had been watching beta gameplay from the new Friday the 13th game, not long before bed, which I believe inspired the way he gave chase in the dream.) 

On about the 3rd floor of this hollow building structure, Apocalypse appeared and snatched up of the guys in our party, disappearing with him and reappearing somewhere down on the first floor. We could see him through the many openings in the incomplete floors beneath us, holding our ally up by the throat, with his back against one of the support columns. I can't remember exactly what he did to our guy, but I remember it being very vicious and gory, as if he just ripped him apart, with his bare hands, in a shower of blood. Knowing it was too late to do anything about it, we started running again, and before I had a chance to even know where I was going, Apocalypse was back on the third(ish) floor with us, stepping out from behind a corner just as I passed by, and coming straight for me. Having no time to think of a safe escape, and after having seen what he just did to the other guy, I immediately lept from the ledge that I was approaching, still about 3 storeys up - basically resigning to the fact that I was Not going to enjoy the landing.

In a panic, while careening toward the ground below me and preparing for the inevitable onslaught of pain and possible broken bones that awaited, I instinctively realized that this couldn't really be about to happen. This had to be a dream!! Without a moment to second-guess it, I pushed my feet straight down and braced for impact, relieved when I stuck the landing in an almost effortless crouch. I knew that Apocalypse would soon follow behind me, though, so I instinctively lunged backward, throwing my right elbow back and cracking him in the face with it, when he predictably showed up behind me. (Not sure if he was always going to be there, or if my anticipating him being behind me caused him to just 'be there'.)

I didn't stop, though, immediately turning around and rushing him with a barrage of punching combinations to the head and gut, confidently and aggressively driving him back with each solid hit. While in mid-attack, I wondered if I should not get too carried away and try stabilizing the dream before it ended or I lost my lucidity, but I was fired up and didn't want to stop hitting him. It was only a matter of seconds, though, before the dream fell apart and I woke up.

"Apocalypse Now" - 10/13/2008

"Apocalypse, Now"
10/13/2008

(I really don't remember much of this one, which is a shame, because it was epic. I was working on a Photoshop project of one of my RP characters before bed, last night. He is an archangel, and I'd suppose it was a cross between that, and watching the movie Fallen, which inspired this dream.)

The first thing I remember is being in bed with some girl that looked kind of like N at work. We were both in our underwear and just kind of making out and groping each other. There were more people hanging out in the house, but it was late and everyone was winding down. I kept trying to work her into sex, but she just wasn't having it. After a while, I gave up and we just lay there. She was laying on her stomach and I was using her - quite large - ass for a pillow. Lol.

(This part is really fragmented but...) As we were going to sleep, the dream slipped away into some narrative about a certain wall that was in the house. The wall had all kinds of inscriptions in it, and there was fire-light seeping out from various holes all over it. I believe it actually explained the wall, in depth, but I'm not too sure. I do know that, soon enough, it was day time and we were all up and roaming around the house. We'd come across this wall and began exploring it. A couple of us actually found a way into the wall, which led to some crazy supernatural chamber - like a huge tomb buried under the house. One kid that went through the wall came out with the power to make himself invisible. I remember that more of us went in, and more of us came out with super-powers. I don't actually remember having one myself, though.

After finding out about the super-powers, the dream then shifted to show an Archangel who I came to identify as "Michael." (While going through Google Images for references, I came upon a cool picture called "The Archangel Michael.") My perspective followed this angel around for a while, and it became apparent that he was on the verge of kicking off the Apocalypse. I don't remember exactly how, but a large percentage of the world's population was given super-powers (I'm guessing through walls/chambers like the one we'd found), and this was all to lead into a huge battle between good and evil, with super-humans on both sides of the lines. Many of us were still human, though, and this battle began consuming everything. My perspective went back into my own body, and those of us that were hanging out at the house had come outside, just as the battle was sweeping in and destroying the neighborhood. We took up shelter in the garage and watched. I remember finding a gun and keeping it with me, just in case we had to end up going into the fray. Those of us with super-powers ended up jumping in, on their own.

The scene outside the house was the one thing I remember more than anything else about the dream: watching from the garage, we saw hordes of super-powered humans swarming in and just obliterating everything. A "Human Torch" type character flew in and landed on the drive-way, throwing flames at some of the others. A telekinetic picked up a neighbor's van with his mind and slung in through the air, crushing another person. Men and women with an array of powers were just slugging it out in front of us, and it was all-out destruction with no winning side in sight. Suddenly, there a huge white flash in the sky which completely dominated the battle. Almost everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up. The archangel had appeared, floating slowly toward the street, with a presence that seemed to dwarf all of the fighters, collectively. I don't remember what happened after he showed up, though.

"Makin' Hulk Angry" - 06/15/2012

"Makin' Hulk Angry"
06/15/2012

I was with my best friend, T, and...the Hulk. We were in a building, that I believe might have been an apartment, and there was some face-less, name-less enemy faction closing in to cause all kinds of trouble. (Isn't there always? Lol.)

So, for some reason, the Hulk was reluctant to fight. The three of us were standing in the living room, and T and I were trying to get Hulk worked up, so that he would take out all of these bad guys who were about to descend upon us. For some reason, though, Hulk was just really mopey and depressed and insecure; almost like he was Banner trapped in Hulk's body. Then, we said something that touched a nerve - I think it involved something that we knew had happened to his parents that (conveniently) was related to all of these villains that we were about to face.

Just touching on the subject triggered a reaction in him, and T and I could see that infamous scowl begin to return to his huge, green face. I can't (now) remember what the dialogue actually was, but we kept on pressing his buttons, mercilessly recounting to him all the details of what these enemies had done to his family in the past. We were bombarding him with horrible memories, our tone increasing with each emotional hit we gave him. We could almost feel his blood boiling. The more we pushed him, the more he began to absolutely quake with anger, large white teeth baring down upon each other. He looked as if he were literally about to explode.

Finally, not being able to take it anymore, Hulk suddenly let out a thunderous roar, bent his legs and then, enraged, jumped straight up into the air like a rocket, tearing through the many floors above us and leaving a gaping hole all the way through the top of the multi-level building. T and I just looked at each other and grinned, knowing that - whomever these clowns were, that were looking to attack us - they were in for a world of hurt.

I woke up before actually getting to see the battle, though.

"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.

"Smallvillain" - 02/20/2009

”Smallvillain”
02/20/2009

(I woke up with about an hour left to sleep before having to get up again for work. Knowing that my alarm clock was set, I was still worried about sleeping through it, when I went back to sleep.)

I dreamt I was watching an episode of Smallville. I wasn’t watching it on TV, but through a disembodied perspective – like I was the camera following Clark Kent around. During this “episode”, something had gotten inside of Clark’s skin. Every now and then, these little lesions would start showing up all over him – first a few in his face, and then some running down his arms. It looked like something was scratching at his skin, but from the inside out. Each time the lesions would grow larger, there would be this whirring sound, like something mechanical was trying to cut its way out of him. He went into an elevator, and the sound and lesions were getting more intense. From my position, out of space and time, I could hear a voice call out to him, from inside his head. It said that it was about to “break out of him,” and that it would “change him – turning him into a being of pure evil.” (paraphrase) I believe it was Braniac, but there really wasn't much to go by. At one point, though, these lesions were actually causing him severe pain, and he took off his jacket. The lesions were so bad that some of the skin in his arm had completely peeled away, and showed metal beneath (which is what makes me think it was supposed to be Braniac). The more his skin tore, and the whirring intensified, the more Clark was apparently racked with pain, and it was causing him to stagger about, trying to get the sound out of his head...and the intruder out of his skin.

He staggered outside of the Daily Planet, practically clawing at himself – trying to stop the horrible sensation of a machine boring through his flesh. When he walked into the streets, there was utter chaos around him. Buildings were burning; cars were smashing into each other so fast and hard that one of them launched right off of the road and slammed into the second story windows of an office building. There was simply no subtlety, whatsoever, and things were just crashing and exploding all over the place. Clark, though, was so preoccupied with the intense pain that was causing him to wander aimlessly, that he just kind of staggered through the mayhem as if it didn’t even exist. He walked into the frantic, colliding traffic; cars crashing into and ricocheting off of him as if he were a walking wall of…well…Steel. Even though he was already staggering, the speeding cars had no effect on his steps. I remember thinking to myself about how awesome this show’s special effects had gotten, while watching this (I actually thought something along those lines, as I really was watching Smallville, the night before the dream). Suddenly, another car came, flying through the air, flipping toward a man and woman who were running passed Clark, trying to escape the fray. Just before the car landed on top of them, a red and blue blur swooped in, picking them up and moving them just a few feet away, the car smashing to the ground where they once were.

Clark turned to see…himself…setting the man and woman down and smiling at them as they thanked him for saving their lives. It was him, but as Superman. The Superman imposter hurriedly told the humans to get as far away from Clark as possible, because he was the one that was causing all the chaos; implying that he - 'Superman' - was here to stop the “villain” (Clark). Obviously, Clark was being framed. 'Superman' then turned toward Clark, walking in his direction. He began expanding on the idea that the voice in Clark’s head had been telling him - that Clark was going to turn into a psychopathic killer, and that this imposter (the real psychopathic killer) was going to take his place as the Hero, in the eyes of the public. Clark, though, wasn’t having it. He was determined to fight back against his parasite, and he and 'Superman' began one Hell of an epic battle.

In the beginning of it, Clark had lost the ability to fly, because this ‘thing’ was taking over him. He tried to fly but ended up falling back to the earth. The fight continued on, though, Clark effectively managing to hold the bio-invader out of his mind enough to retain his super-strength. He and Super-Imposter absolutely tore the city apart while fighting each other; throwing each other through buildings and concrete blocks; punching each other through the street and down below ground level; picking up cars and using them as weapons to swat each other with. It was all absolutely nuts. There were times when my perspective would switch to that of Clark’s, and I would be kind of “willing” his actions against the Super-Imposter - choosing when Clark punched or blocked by moving my own arms (which then became his). Having this periodic lapse between just watching the action and being “in” the action, I caught myself checking my watch (on Clark’s wrist), making sure it wasn’t 8:00am yet, because I was hoping the episode would be over before I had to go to work (There is so much reality/dream crossing in that one concept that it blows my mind. LOL.) The hand on the watch was getting closer and closer to 8, and I was wondering if I was going to be late to work. No matter what, though, I wanted to see the end of the fight.

Somehow, the fight moved from Metropolis to my old town. They were fighting in the Albertson’s / Blockbuster Video shopping center. Clark was losing the fight badly, because no matter how hard he attacked, the Superfraud just wouldn’t quit, but he somehow found a way to beat him, psychologically. I can’t remember what all he said, but Clark did this whole monologue about logically deducing what the Fraud’s weakness was; something about their time in High School and the dangers of tobacco being a clue to his weakness. (How those concepts actually tied in, I have no idea. I can’t remember what it was he was talking about.) After he exposed this secret, though, the Fraud wasn’t able to touch him. He became weak and frail, and ended up flying away when he realized he couldn’t win.

"Batgirl, Interrupted" - 02/28/2010

"Batgirl, Interrupted"
02/28/2010

I was at this insane frat party. The entire house was full of people - standing room only - and it was one Hell of a house. Downstairs, in one far corner of the house, was where the junkies seemed to hang out, and they were all down there doing God knows what, while everyone else was partaking in less seedy activities. Sometime during the night, I found myself downstairs, moving through the area where the junkies were having this hypodermic orgy and partying their asses off. Everyone was sharing needles with everyone else, and everyone was visibly stoned off their asses. This wasn't my thing, but apparently I had friends down here. Suddenly, I felt a pinprick. I can't remember if it was on my arm or my lower body, but it was on my right side. I knew, immediately, that I had just been stuck with something that was just going around, and I was terrified, because I didn't know what it was or how much I was just given.

Practically jumping out of my skin, I pushed the stranger's arm away from me and turned around to see who had just injected me. There was this absolutely smokin' chick standing in front of me, with short, black hair. (Looked kinda like This picture of Victoria Beckham.) She was swaying and grinning widely - her eyes nearly shut - and she was apparently wasted off of something. She kept telling me to relax and have a good time. I was worried about what she just gave me, and at first she was having fun with my not knowing. She just refused to tell me what it was, and she kept teasing me about it. We talked a little bit, though, and she turned out to be really cool and down to earth - outside of having her fun at my expense. I asked her again, in all seriousness, what she had stuck me with. She said it was "just codeine", and aside from possibly feeling a little drunk, I would be fine. She said this with a very matter-of-fact - but reassuring - "dude, don't freak out" smile on her face, that actually made her all the more attractive. We flirted a lot, but I decided not to get too wrapped up with her, because apparently she had a problem with a lot more than "just codeine," and I didn't want too much to do with that sorta scenario. The sexual chemistry was definitely there, though, so while I didn't completely go after her, I filed her away as a 'maybe,' and ended up going back to another section of the party.

Later, a really rowdy bunch of bikers showed up to the party. Their leader appeared to be Bobcat Goldthwait, playing a loud, over-the-top character like his Zed from the Police Academy movies, but much younger and more built - more threatening, overall. This group actually turned out to be shape-shifters. They morphed into these reptilian creatures that looked almost like Xenomorphs. (I've been playing the AvP demo lately, on the ps3.) Pretty soon, the entire party was in chaos, and these things were going around, attacking everyone in sight. I don't really remember how it happened, but I ended up getting the black, symbiote Spider-Man suit. It had something to do with the shape-shifters' being here, and I just happened to be the one to get my hands on the living, extra-terrestrial suit. An absolutely insane battle ensued - with me as the black-suited Spidey - but I don't remember too much of it.

What I do remember is that I got my ass handed to me by these things. I was buried in a pile of rubble, on top of a high building, somewhere else in the city, and felt like I was just regaining consciousness. I remember being pulled out of the rubble by some unknown figure. It took me a moment, straining to focus my eyes, but I slowly began to realize who it was. It was dark out, but there was the occasional white flash of what seemed to be a spotlight sweeping across our position.

It was the girl from the party...but she was dressed as Batgirl. No. She wasn't just dressed as Batgirl. She was Batgirl. The armored suit she had on was amazing - definitely the real deal (and actually kind of masculine, as if it was fitted for Batman's torso). She hauled me out of the pile of pulverized metal and stone. Throwing anonymity to the wind, her mask was off - and she was still obviously a bit intoxicated, but looking much better and more coherent than when I had last seen her. We had a short conversation about how she was actually the famous 'Superheroine,' but was just going through some things and - among other personal issues - had a drug problem, but she'd taken a liking to me and pulled herself together, when she saw that I'd been injured in fighting off those alien/things. She also had a hoverboard, like Goblin Jr. had in Spider-Man 3, and we teamed up to fight against the remaining creatures. The final battle was amazing, and there was a lot of high-flying acrobatics and web swinging. I remember, by the end, I had actually gotten control of her board, still wearing the black Spidey suit, and launched one of the pumpkin grenades up into my hand - from a switch near my foot - caught it, and threw it at the last remaining shape-shifter to kill it.

Pretty bad ass.