I became lucid last night while in a DS(1) which took place in an empty void. I was able to create colorful shapes and move them about as if painting in 3D. I was aware of my body laying in bed and could almost see the room even though my eyes were closed and my attention was simultaneously interacting with the dream space. I was hungry and so tried manifesting food,which I could taste vividly. This is the first time taste was a major impression while dreaming. While eating some chocolate I got the thought in my mind that perhaps this was going a little too far; that being able to experience taste in my dream could be a sign of a mental breakdown. But then I got over that concern and wondered what it’d be like to eat pussy while dreaming.
A very long DS(1) involving a variety of locations in which many friends from many stages of my life appeared. The dream started in a forested outdoor location. For some reason, me finding a place in the woods to shit became a central concern. Every time I came close to finding a proper location, more friends would show up and I’d have to relocate behind a new tree. By the end of this, the woods were teaming with familiar faces and I was constipated from waiting so long. I wasn’t sure why everyone was in the woods until an old boss showed up and said, “what’s taking so long?”
“Just finishing up!” Someone responded, and I realized we were all out there clearing underbrush- only I’d spent an inordinate amount of time trying to go to the bathroom. I woke about this time and went to the bathroom. I wonder if I’d have shit the bed if I found a place to go in the dream?
Going back to sleep I reentered the same basic dream premise, but this time were at a party somewhere in the UK. Friends kept coming up to me to divulge their negative opinions of other friends. As in waking, it seemed there was very little cohesion in my social circle- most of my friends are not fond of my other friends. This is somewhat a source of anxiety but not really. Having a tightknit group of friends all endlessly jerking each other’s egos off seems unrealistic and like bad script writing.
After the party, Vor, my girlfriend, and I drove a bus, decked out with nautical equipment, across the countryside. Apparently the bus was Vor’s. He told me he had found a way to get it over to the UK cheaper than if he had flown. I tried to imagine how that worked. We got to the seaside and Vor drove out onto a long pier. I was anticipating him to park but he kept driving. For a second I thought he had fallen asleep at the wheel but we were mid conversation as he drove over the edge. We crashed into the ocean and I said, “Uh, did you mean to do that?” Vor didn’t answer and I started to worry. I figured we’d just have to swim to shore, but then realized the bus was floating and Vor had ability to steer.
Without explaining any of it, Vor brought us to a port where we docked inside a large hanger. I slowly came to realize that Vor had bigger plans in the UK than just vacationing. There were many people inside the hangar, including a friend who was at the party and had arrived before us. I couldn’t figure out exactly what was going on but I was willing to go with the flow.
DS(1) which started waking up late in the morning but to sunlight. I walked around the apartment and found we had an extensive VHS collection that I didn’t know about. I realized I must be dreaming and so went back to bed.
Sleep transitioned into a daytime environment of a cement house of unique architecture built directly onto a lake. The lake housed both salt and freshwater animals in an abnormal abundance. I explored on a canoe and at one point was almost carried by swift currents into a gathering of alligators and crocodiles waiting in the rapids. Narrowly escaping, I paddled to a nearby abandoned cement structure built by the water’s edge. Inside there were many fishermen and a cat with a drug script pinned to it’s collar. DXM, the script read.
My girlfriend woke after me and said, “I just had a nightmare.”
“About what?” I asked.
DS(2) in which I assumed the identity of a girl whose spirit was trapped between the worlds of the living and the dead. The environments were all dimly lit and time seemed to pass very slowly. I rarely find myself getting bored in dreams, but this dream was boring. I kept just wanting morning to come.
The dream switched to a DS(1) near the end in which I was in the “play room” at my grandparent’s old house. I almost teared up looking around at the old toys and board games- so many memories of times never to be revisited- except in dreams. Actually the play room is one of the most reoccurring dream environments I have, so no point in crying over it. As often happens in this room, a bunch of strangers (adults sort of within my general peer group) came in to play. Someone set up a video game console and loaded a game about being a ghost; trying to scare the living out of their houses (a RIPoff of Polterguy). The graphics were brightly lit cartoon animations, and the rules and logic of the game seemed very confusing. The opening involved picking a thread to follow to a portal which would open into one of several houses to haunt. I remember one part where the player had to play a spooky melody on an organ; one of family members who was trying to be spooked helped teach the ghost some music theory to make the melody more dissonant. “Now, that was scary!” He said proudly upon completion. Weird how the antagonist would help the protagonist to succeed in scaring them out of their own house.
I became lucid last night while experiencing a rapid succession of DS(1)s. I could tell that I was still many hours from dawn and my chances of remembering the contents of the dreams were low unless I woke myself up, got out of bed, and wrote it all down. I brought myself close to waking and realized my body was way too comfortable in bed to rally for this mission, and besides, I’d interrupt the flow of imagery if I woke myself then. So, I just materialized a marker in the dream and began writing key words on the back of my hand to try and imprint into my memory. I kept looking down at my hand to find the marker rubbed away but a faint impression which I kept trying to retrace- eventually forgetting.
By the time I woke I completely forgot everything I was trying to remember, but it may come back to me later in the day if I keep thinking back to it.
DS(1) which started off in my parents old house in Pennsylvania. A friend from middle school had come over to reconnect and go out to the mall after not seeing each other for over fifteen years (since high school). The house was exactly as I remembered it in the early 2000s, which oddly didn’t tip me off to the experience being a dream even though I know my parents moved out of that house long ago.
We, however, were grown up- well, as grown up as two 30 somethings planning to revisit their middle school hangout can be. As grown men do, we proceeded to riffle through my parents closet (which had all my old clothes from teenage years) and help each other decide what to wear. I picked out my all time favorite Skinny Puppy, long sleeve, large format screenprint of the remission album on the front, stylized SP logos running down the left sleeve, bootleg shirt that I got at the Jersey Shore. My friend decided to wear my other Skinny Puppy t-shirt with the graphics that were literally just a very thin dog, probably designed by someone in Korea who didn’t even know who Skinny Puppy was, and sold in Hot Topic.
Yeah, we were going to the mall wearing matching band apparel, because that’s what adult men do, right? I told him I wanted him to keep the shirt as a token of our friendship. “Are you sure, man?”
“Yeah, I haven’t worn that one since ninth grade and it looks better on you anyways… Now let’s go beat up some douchebag jocks!” I said and we both fist bumped (a somewhat ironic douche jock thing to do) and then headed to revisit our youth as mall goths. Don’t worry- we never were the violent types, and I want to assure any jocks reading this that this last line was said more tongue in cheek than with actual against your ilk.
Very quickly into our mall excursion, I had to take a dump really bad. After someone informed me there was a five dollar minimum to get a token to unlock the bathroom we headed outside. Shitting in public spaces was just the thing I needed to relive those simpler times. Unlucky for me, there were other mall goths all gathered around the spot where I was trying to squat. Never one to shy away from controversy around my peers, I proceeded to hold my cheeks open to best facilitate a clean toiletpaperless shit. Just when the poop was about to exit, a mall cop appeared to hassle us.
I managed to barely stop myself from shitting and then made a mad dash into the mall to frantically search for the best place to spend five dollars and a bathroom. I passed by a Hot Topic, realizing that truly there was nothing there worth buying (and besides that’s where like poser goths shop; I’m too cool for that now that I’m in my 30s). Some stupid maze of poorly placed kiosks got in my way and I found myself pushing through a sea of budget women’s fashion. A coworker from a more recent job was doing temp work at one of the kiosks and after we made eye contact said,”… no way. That’s not you, is it?” No time to explain, as the shit was creeping out my butt. I just kept running- more accurately walking really fast, as running would have made me shit my pants.
I found the bathrooms and decided to test luck by trying to access them without a pass token. For some reason there was a woman trying to get in the men’s room without a token in front of me. She yanked the handle with no avail. I tried anyways and miraculously the door opened. I then held the door for this stranger because I’m a gentleman and she probably needed to take a major dump as well. The dream ended with me picking the handicap stall for better leg room and then pulling my pants down. I woke up to the feeling like a turd was coming out of my butt, but when I raced to the bathroom I realized it was just a wedgy I given myself in my sleep.
Update: Contacted my brother and he relayed a message from a few months ago that I was too busy to register: apparently my friend from this dream tried sending me a link to his music and sent me his phone number. I will call him when I get a minute. A lot of people I need to call. I get so wrapped up in my own shit I forget to keep in touch with people who try to reach out. Whatever, we will all reconnect one day in this life or the next- better sooner than later.
DS(1) from 2017 in which I was reunited with a childhood friend to embark on a hyperdimensional journey aided by a mysterious retro game console. I remember faux wood paneling on the console, which resembled an Atari, and bulky game cartridges which seemed oddly primitive for what they ended up being capable of. I can’t remember what cartridge we selected, but upon turning on the console the television screen turned into a portal through which we entered into the game as a completely immersive experience.
The game environment seemed like a low-resolution version of the room we were already in and we discovered that it was complete with a console of similar design which opened into a game within the game- leading towards infinite recursion into lower and lower resolution simulations of the same environment. Things quickly got too low-resolution to function and we found ourselves struggling to figure out how to return to base reality.
I was inspired to call this friend, who I hadn’t spoken to in several years. “Reminds me of this book, Ready Player One.” he told me after recounting the dream to him. I ended up reading the book, enjoyed it’s nostalgic appeal, and was excited to learn there was a film adaptation on the way. It ended up being a terrible movie for many reasons- in part because the resolution was too damn high!