Super Duck's Pillow Pursuits

[Clairity]

CLOBBERING CLAIRITY (or) PITIFUL PUNCH
I was waiting for the school bus to get home. I saw my brother, R, and his friend, L, a few metres away. They were laughing at me and having a joke at my expense. I'm not entirely sure what it was that they were saying. In the past, they have often taken the piss out of who I make friends with. It doesn't bother me normally,  although in this instance it was driving me insane.

So, being a responsible adult, and working things out in a mature and sensible manner, I charged full speed at L and knocked her to the floor. Immediately, one of the teachers, who was apparently a DV Admin, came towards me and had a good long shout at me. Then she told me i was banned from DV. I said that this had nothing to do with DV and asked her why she would ban me for knocking over some random person. She told me that L was actually a DV member. I asked her who and she said Clairity. This made me feel awfully guilty, because I love you Clairity!

Oooooooooooooooh.. the pain!!

You'll be hearing from my astral lawyer! >:(

(I love you too! )

[Super Duck]

No recall last night. No dreams to report. I'll see you all on Sunday the 10th!

[Super Duck]

OK. I'm back now! I only noted a few dreams down in the space of two and a bit weeks. This was mainly due to laziness. My recall was reasonable but I couldn't be bothered writing them down. Some nights weren't too good for recall because I stayed up until about 1:30am. So, here they are:

WOMEN, WELLINGTONS AND ... A SMALL PINK MAMMAL

I was lucid. I went to find some sex. One of my old teachers, Mr G, told me I might get some in a room down the hall and he pointed me in the right direction. I went into this room where another teacher, Mr M, was calling out people's names. I decided to wait until he was finished before continuing on. I looked at my hands to help me remember i was lucid. My left hand was a right hand with two extra fingers.

I decided it was all taking too long an I suddenly found myself in my Grandparents' spare bedroom (which is where I was sleeping that night). I was still lucid. I tried to summon a hot woman but all I managed was a pair of pink wellington boots. I figured i wouldn't let my powers go to waste and put them on.

Then I FA'd. I was still in that bedroom but now in my bed. In the middle of the room there was a mole scurrying around. It had pink fur but flesh coloured feet and snout. I got a microscopic camera and hid it somewhere in order to film it. I did an RC but it didn't work

Then I woke up.


I'D LIKE TO THANK MY FATHER AND EVERYONE WHO VOTED FOR ME

I was in a large sports stadium for some kind of award ceremony. I started one of those slow tense claps that speeds up as it goes on. Soon, everyone in the stadium had joined in. My brother told me that if I won one of the awards I should do something-or-other with it but I didn't listen because I didn't think I'd win one. Then, to my surprise, I won something.

A guy I know (well ... know "of" but don't talk to) called S was certain he was going to win the award I'd got. He'd written a speech and everything and felt really upset. I felt guilty about this. He told me the winner of that such award had to talk about their father in the acceptance speech. He gave me his speech and said I could work around what he had written, to save it just going to waste.

Before I could go up and get my award, the other award winners had to be announced first. One was my brother and one was a girl I know, called K. Her speech was about how she had been naive about sex and got raped.

I woke up before it was my turn.


FAREWELL FUNNIES [FRAG]

I have a folder on my phone called "Funnies" that has all my funny music and sound bites in. Basically, I dreamt that the Funnies folder, and everything in it, got deleted by accident. How sad  :(


PEN-LID PRINCESSES

My old history teacher, Mr M, was really sad that some of his colouring pens (which were also princesses according, to the dream-logic) had the wrong colour lids on them so that he couldn't tell them apart. I mixed them up a bit, by accident, and made it all worse. Then he sang a song about how sad it made him. I told him I'd help him put them in some kind of recognisable order.

I was suddenly in a lesson with him and my old history class. I found a cardboard box full of old pens and took all the blue lids off them to put onto the mixed up pens/princesses. Mr M then went out of the room to see another teacher. The other guys in the class were suspicious and started asking me questions about why Mr M was so depressed and what I had to do with it. They said their previous history teacher was better. Apparently, she was now gone for some reason and Mr M was a replacement. I didn't tell them anything.

That night I was sneaking round the school grounds. Apparently, it was a boarding school, although in reality it isn't. It all looked very military and there were lots of high chain-link fences and concrete buildings. Suddenly, out of the darkness came a tough looking student from my History class. He approached me and started asking questions again. Then he suddenly fled as Mr M approached in an army jeep.

Mr M told me to go back to bed but I woke up before I could do so.

[Clairity]

I was lucid. I went to find some sex. One of my old teachers, Mr G, told me I might get some in a room down the hall and he pointed me in the right direction. I went into this room where another teacher, Mr M, was calling out people's names. I decided to wait until he was finished before continuing on. I looked at my hands to help me remember i was lucid. My left hand was a right hand with two extra fingers.

SD, if you put this part in the August Basic Challenge of the Month thread (which was to look at your hands), I can reward you! 

http://mortalmist.com/forum/index.php/topic,1156.0.html

Oh, and welcome back! 

[Super Duck]

Ooo! Thanks.

And yeah, it's nice to be home.

[Super Duck]

OK, so there's obviously been a little recall dry-spell. So I think I'll set my alarm for early in the morning during an REM period, just so I have something to put here. Nothing to worry about ... yet.

[Clairity]

Nothing to worry about ... yet.

Yet..

Nah seriously, we all go through dry spells or, for me, sometimes my dreams are so snippity (is that a word?), I don't even record them.

I predict that soon the dream flood gates will open for you! 

[Super Duck]

REPETITIOUS ROBOT

I was in a dark street. There was a red tint over all of the lamps and other light sources but, with it being a dark street, there was not a great deal of light anyway. There was nobody around. I stood alone but in front of me, on a wall to my left, was an alley. From inside the alley I heard a deep droning voice say a word. I can't remember what word it was. Shortly after, I heard it again. And again. I was, needless to say, a little freaked out by now. Then I heard a figure walking down the alley towards the main street. The man continued to repeat the word again and again. Then he came out of the alley, walking very stiffly, like a 1950s horror movie robot.

He wore jet-black robes but had red metal gauntlets on, and blue metal boots. The scariest part was his face. He has an entirely metal face, almost like Doom from Fantastic Four. However, unlike Doom, the metal mask also covered is eyes and mouth, and it was literally a face of metal, rather than lots of metal plates covering the face.

He kept on saying the same word and slowly turned to me.

Then I was standing atop a flight of stairs that looked similar to those on "Dragon's Den". I saw the man at the bottom of them walking up very slowly. For some reason, I didn't run away. I felt very scared but I wasn't paralysed with fear, and yet I didn't run away. Then we switched places and I was at the bottom of the stairs. He was coming down them at the same slow speed and I still didn't move away.

I know for a fact there was another scary character in that dream. Perhaps a psychotic, which is what I usually have nightmares about. I've forgotten that part. As for the rest, I can either remember no further or this may have been where I awoke.

[Super Duck]

Sadly, I'm up very early in the mornings recently, and I have no time between waking up and dashing out of the house to write down my dreams. I'll try my best to get at least one every few days, but at least I can post dreams on the weekend when I have time to record them.

Hopefully I'll finally be able to put something here on Saturday morning.

[Super Duck]

SAND AND SANDS

I was with my Grandparents, and possibly my brother. We had been walking for a while through a dark, damp cave that had been cut deep within a sandy rock face. As we emerged my Grandpa said something to me. The precise wording escapes me right now but it was something like "This is the part where we need to be stealthy." The cave opened out into a still body of water. It was long and thin like a river but had no current. The water was murky with the sand and dirt.

We began to silently wade through the river. The water level went right up to my chin and I kept getting it in my mouth. I tried to spit it back out without making any noise but I began coughing. Luckily, at that moment a light grey military vehicle drove past and masked the sound of my coughing with its engine.

Then we were walking along a sandy road with shrubs and small trees on either side of us. an old couple were walking towards us. The male asked to see our ID and we showed it to him. It must have been forged or something because I suddenly felt very vulnerable. He looked at it for a while and then told us it was OK. Relieved, we started to walk off when he said "Wait one minute!"

I thought we were done for, but as he walked towards us again he started asking us for directions. He wanted to go where we had come from. We had come an illegal way and gone through the enormous mountain behind us using the cave system, and we didn't actually know the legal route around the mountain. We pretended to give him directions but deliberately made them vague.

Then his wife spoke up. "Look, love. It's a long way. Let's go back to town and gets some sands, eh?" According to my subconcious mind "sands" was a abbreviation of "sandwiches".

Then I woke up.