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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #210 on: November 04, 2008, 12:11:31 AM »
Hey, our new LST is sex-in-space.   Sounds like you kind of did it there.  Do you want the torch?

This would be a good lucid of the month; romantic, without being explicit, and with an element of danger.

I didn't know that was this month's challenge.  I think I want to try it for real.  I know I have some strange 1950s notions of what outer space is, so this should be fun.

Well, the dream was actually pretty explicit.  I just left that part out ;)
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« Reply #211 on: November 04, 2008, 12:19:23 AM »
A whisper woke me, and a shadowy hand helped pull me upright.  My joints cracked as I stretched, and stiffly unwound my wrappings.  I stumbled along the cold stone floor after my companion, still groggy from sleep.  Her sleek body darted back and forth ahead of me, seeing easily in the darkness.  Bast.  I recognized the smell of her perfume, still fresh after all these years. I followed without hesitation.  I understood her haste, as the groans and shuffles echoed down the corridors all around us.  They were coming closer.  We came around a corner, and found ourselves face to face with them.  Rotten and decaying corpses, animated by their jealousy and hunger for our warmth.  They came from every angle, scratching and biting at us in the darkness.  Bast flattened herself against my back, hissing.

Still weak and groggy, I gathered myself, then ignited the air around us into a tight ring of flames.  It burned brightly, illuminating the mutilated faces of our attackers.  I held it for only a second before it exploded outward, sending the ghouls flying away from us, and knocking them to the floor.  We hurried over their burning bodies, as they grabbed at our ankles with their bony fingers.  The survivors chased us through the hallways.  We ran for safety, following a faint light and the sound of rushing water.  Light poured from an opening ahead of us, and we jumped, crashing into the river below.

The swift current carried us down the Nile, away from our pursuers.  I turned on my back for a moment, to float and let the familiar desert sun warm my face.  Then, with a thought, I froze the water beneath myself into a small raft made of ice.  I steadied myself, then helped pull my floundering companion from the rushing water.  Annoyed, Bast shook the water from her fur and moved closer to me.  I smiled to myself, remembering her aversion to water.

We skimmed past the shore, watching the canyon fall away to reveal the sun bleached sand beyond.  Ahead, a glint of gold caught my eye.  Hulking forms moved mechanically down the shore.  Shaped to look like men, their bodies were sheathed entirely in polished gold, brought to life by clockwork engineering.  When Bast saw them, too, she bared her sharp teeth in a grin.

There were thousands of them lining the base of the temple.  I steered our raft to the shore, where it crashed into the bank, shattering from the impact.  My companion wasted no time, and leapt into the wall of stoic gold giants with glee.  They moved surprisingly fast for their size, but even their flawless engineering was no match for her. She danced between them like a whirlwind.  She whipped her sistrum topped spear around herself in a frenzy, each strike clanging against the hollow metal like a bell.  The butt of her spear crushed the thick gold like it was paper, and her sharp claws tore it to ribbons.  She cleared a path for us through sea of animated gold, while I moved steadily towards the center of the temple.

Confident laughter drifted from above me, as I climbed the steps.  I glanced behind me, to see the golem army crowding in around Bast, below.  There were thousands of them, a seemingly unstoppable force.  This arrogant fool thought his toys stood a chance against Bastet of Bubastis?  Standing on the highest terrace, the mortal king who dared to name himself a god waited for me.  I sauntered up the stairs, slowly and patiently.  The man was about to find out what a real god was capable of.

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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #212 on: November 04, 2008, 07:57:47 AM »
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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #213 on: November 04, 2008, 05:20:20 PM »
Wow, just read the last two dreams. Great job, I love how you write, so skillful.

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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #214 on: November 18, 2008, 08:56:52 PM »
I know I've been M.I.A. lately.  It has been a bad combination of me being out of town, and having my computer taken over by the worst virus ever.  It has totally hijacked my web browsers, and infested everything.  I've been editing the registry for the past week, and I think I've almost got it back in action.  Then I'll have some catching up to do ;)

Be very careful installing random divx codecs.  There is something incredibly nasty out there that most anti-spyware removal programs (even the crazy-jenky homemade geeky ones) can't remove.
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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #215 on: November 18, 2008, 10:37:44 PM »
Oh that sucks big time!  :sad1: Glad to hear it's getting taken care of though.  :)






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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #216 on: November 22, 2008, 11:09:55 PM »
Chastise.

Man, that was awesome.  Have you written any books?  I would definitely read them if they were anything like that.

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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #217 on: November 24, 2008, 01:35:59 PM »
Thanks Raklet.  I think I just have an overactive imagination, and read too much mythology.  I love ancient Egypt.  The art, the architecture, the mythology.  The thing I love most  about dreams is that my mind makes all the creative connections on its own.  I am always surprised to see cool connections I never would have come up with while awake.

Caradon, I had a bear dream the other night that reminded me of you.  Maybe I had you on my mind?
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« Reply #218 on: November 24, 2008, 01:56:17 PM »
My body hums with energy as I lie on my side.  I close my eyes and look away from my thoughts.  When I open them again, I see the shadows have taken shape.  In the darkness, I can barely make out the shape of a small robot standing in front of the window.  He looks like that blue and white robot from Star Wars, R2D2.  I blink my eyes, knowing it is only a hallucination.  When I open them again, there are two of the little robots stacked on top of each other.  It looks like my vision has been layered, with the second hallucination identical to, but offset from the first.

My body vibrates again with another wave, and I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  I open my eyes again, and see the robots have been replaced by the shadow of an impossibly tall, thin humanoid creature.  He is silhouetted in moonlight filtering through the curtains.  He wears a loose, hooded robe that conceals everything but his long spidery fingers.  I try to pull back the covers to get out of bed, but find I can not move.  In my mind's eye, I can see myself getting out of bed, but my body stays stubbornly paralyzed.  The scene plays several times, as if on a loop.  Finally, I reach out my hand to ask the tall creature by my bed for help.  It slowly lifts one arm, and wraps its long spidery fingers around my outstretched hand.  Its dark skin is tough and calloused, but velvety and warm, like the pads on a cat's paw.  I expect it to lift me out of bed, but instead it just reassuringly caresses my hand.

I struggle to roll backwards out of my body.  It takes a few attempts before I awkwardly fall out of myself.  I find myself lying, face down, on top of my girlfriend.  My body is ethereal, like a ghost, so I am half merged with her sleeping body.   I can feel her breathing and heartbeat separate from my own.  Her energy feels anxious and antsy.  I try to give her my calm and loving emotions before climbing off (and out of) her.  I still feel paralyzed  and stiff as I struggle to crawl away from my bedroom.  Eventually I make it out the door, and into my front courtyard.  In the darkness, I drag myself towards the front gate.

Before I reach the gate, I am suddenly surrounded by sunlight.  I am on my back floating weightlessly through the air.  I watch the clear blue sky above filtering through the rustling canopy of trees.  I am whisked along, unable to see where I am or where I am going.  I can see every leaf clearly, and marvel at how real and stable everything seems.

It doesn't last more than a moment before I find myself back in bed.  The tall, spindly creature still stands inches away from my bed, watching me from the darkness.  Knowing I must be still in the dream, I try to get out of bed.  My body is still paralyzed, so I relax and take a deep breath.  I can hear voices in the distance.  I give them my attention and they become clear.

It sounds like a talk radio program discussing border politics.  The law granting citizenship to children born on U.S. soil has caused financial strain for hospitals near the border.  They can't keep up with all the births.  A new proposed law will grant citizenship to any child born within a certain distance of the border.  This will help shift some of the burden back to Mexican hospitals.

As I listen to this, I find myself floating along a freeway on-ramp.  I follow the cars onto the freeway, flying just above them.  Chain link fencing topped with barbed wire lines one side of the highway.  The other side is a sheer cliff that drops into a beautiful, rocky mountain valley.  I see the mountain in the distance, and fly towards it.  Its cliffs look like an old quarry, with scrub trees clinging to the rocky cracks.  My vision seems super sharp.  The mountain is far away, on the horizon, but I can see every detail clearly.  I can count the leaves on the trees, and see the bugs climbing through the cracks in it's rocky cliffs.  I must be flying faster than I thought, because before I know it, I have passed the mountain, and am headed towards another.

This one stands above a beautiful, still mountain lake.  Bright, afternoon sunlight reflects, white, off the deep blue water.  I fly lower to splash my fingertips as I zoom along.  I imagine all the fantastic creatures lying just below its mirrored surface.  Lake creatures, sleeping dragons, beautiful sirens, and forgotten prehistoric creatures.  I fly down into the water gradually, like a sea plane landing.  As I pass below the surface, everything goes dark.  Frightened the dream may fade, I quickly come up out of the water.

In that split second of darkness, the entire scene has changed.  The lake has become an ocean bay, and the mountain is now snow capped and icy.  Fantastic rock formations cover its slopes.  Natural white stone bridges, pinnacles, and stacked boulders.  I fly along the choppy bay, towards a giant rock formation whose peak juts from the surface of the ocean.  As I near it, I see it is the petrified remains of the San Francisco Bay Bridge.  The steel has been covered in white ash, and hardened to stone.  Only the top of the tower remains above sea level.  I see the Golden Gate bridge in the distance, also half submerged and somehow fossilized to white stone.  I now recognize the strange mountain rock formations as what is left of the San Francisco skyline.  I imagine this must be the future, after the ice caps have melted and the sea level risen.  I feel immense, uncontrollable sadness, and begin to cry.  I start to sing a song I have never heard before,

"My heart sings a hymn
for what was lost..."

I land on a small island in the bay.  Only the peak of it stands above the water, snow covered and icy like a glacier.  A gigantic pipe extends out of the island, buried in the rock and ice.  It is big enough for a truck to drive through, and I know it leads to a subterranean system of tunnels below.  I begin to walk into the tunnel, hesitating briefly at the edge of the light.  A pair of eyes appear from deep within the tunnel, and a huge hulking white form lumbers from out of the wall of darkness.  I find myself face to face with a giant polar bear.  Standing on all fours, it is still twice as tall as me.  Its hot breath steams in the frozen air, and I crane my neck to meet its eyes.

"Hello sir."  I manage to say.  It looks as startled as I am, but friendly and wise.  "Hello."  It responds carefully, "I was just on my way out."  I continue, "I would like to explore your den.  I promise not to take any of your food, and will be gone before you return.  Would that be alright with you?"  It thinks for a moment, then continues slowly, "I don't know.  That doesn't sound like a very good idea."  It seems to be stalling, trying to think of a good excuse.

I hear knocking.  It gets louder, and more frantic.  Someone is pounding on the front door of my house.  A muffled voice is calling from the other side of the door.  I know it must be a hallucination, but it sounds very real.  The voice sounds like my girlfriend's mother.  I am back in bed, but still totally paralyzed.  I consider my options, then decide this is a good time to record the dream, anyways.  I open my eyes, and am surprised to see the tall, spooky, hooded creature is still standing over me.  I struggle against the paralysis to move.  I see him shift his weight to his other foot when I open my eyes.  I know he knows that I am awake.  I reach for my flashlight and dream journal.  I act casual, then suddenly point the light at the hooded figure, and flip it on, trying to catch myself (and him) off guard.  Nothing happens.  I click the switch a few times, before realizing this is a false awakening.  The pounding is still coming from the front door.  I close my eyes again, then open them and know I am really awake.  There is nothing standing in front of the window.  Just long shadows from the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #219 on: November 24, 2008, 08:15:41 PM »
Damn, that is some dream.  Great imagery.  Great description.  I really enjoyed that.

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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #220 on: November 24, 2008, 08:33:28 PM »
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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #221 on: November 24, 2008, 08:43:48 PM »
Damn, that is some dream.  Great imagery.  Great description.  I really enjoyed that.
Thanks.  I really enjoyed it too.  It was just the free, confident, willpower induced lucid I needed after being M.I.A. for so long.

Wow, that was epic.  Getting out of your body with that creature there the first time sounds kinds of creepy.  At least your struggles aren't violent, like mine are--you just merged with your GF instead of having a fist-fight with her like I usually do with my BF in those situations.

It was quite creepy.  I think the reason I couldn't get out of bed the first time was because he was standing right there.  I would have to bump him out of the way.  I was fine with him watching me sleep or touching my hand, but I didn't really want to dance with the spooky dude.  I remember that being the main reason I finally rolled backwards.

The merging was accidental, but strange as hell.  I think I want to try possessing a DC in a more comfortable dream setting.  The realistic "just fell asleep/OBE" setting made it seem too real.

(See how good I'm being, not even commenting on you and Tom? :angel:)
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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
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« Reply #223 on: December 03, 2008, 05:12:53 PM »
I cut out of work early to get ready for the big surprise party.  Overestimating the time it will take, I arrive hopelessly early.  My brother wants to take a nap, so we lie down in the living room to rest.  Some ass-hole wants to play an old Sega Genesis game, and won't let us sleep.  I finally give in, moving upstairs to let him have the TV.

Upstairs, I make my way to the spare bedroom.  To my surprise, my best friend and Vex Kitten are already there.  My friend is on the bed, and Vex is sitting at a computer playing a video game.  The room is a total mess.  It reminds me of a teenage boy's room.  There are stacks of CDs everywhere, with clothes and video games strewn all over the floor.  Life size superhero blow up dolls hang from the ceiling and walls.

My friend starts to tell me about a dream she had, and reads me a terrible poem about dreams.  It uses a metaphor for dreams being like digging through a dumpster. I know the author of the poem from an art exhibition.  It vaguely reminds me of a dream I just had about Vex.  I try to tell her about it, but I can barely remember, even though it feels important.  I only have a faint memory of a huge fat black lady, and a nagging feeling that I need to remember something about it.  My friend asks me if I ever dream about her, and I reply, "Yes, but those dreams are very different."  I suddenly wonder if my friend knows that Vex and I know each other.  It seems to be a strange coincidence that she is here. I am too exhausted to figure it out, so I lie down with Vex on the floor to take a nap together.

I wake into a hazy FA sleep paralysis, frightened by the shadowy shape of a life size Incredible Hulk action figure.  It is dark and freezing in the house.  I have only an thin denim jacket to keep me warm, so I cuddle closer to Vex.  I rack my brain trying to figure out why I am sleeping on the floor.  I hear voices and music from downstairs.  Something about a surprise party?  Where the hell am I?  I wake Vex to ask her what time it is, worried that I slept through the party.

Looking at her, I can't pin down her age.  It seems like her appearance keeps shifting from a beautiful young teenage girl to an old woman.  The more I look at her, the more she confuses me.  Her eyes are bright and youthful, but she has wrinkly, bumpy skin like a zombie.  Her body seems fit, but her skin is stretched and loose like an old woman.  I jokingly wrestle with her, giving her a loud raspberry on her bare belly.

From downstairs, I hear people yell, "Surprise!"
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Snacks From The Butler's Pantry
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Advanced: OB, AN, GC, DR, SC, ST

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Re: Snacks from the Butler's Pantry
« Reply #224 on: December 07, 2008, 01:38:07 PM »
 O_O That's more action than I've got in waking life or in my own dreams lately.  :P

I just dreamed last night of a similar situation. I was on a bed with two people, one was a guy I used to chat with online. The other, I don't know who it was. I couldn't get comfortable on the bed so I geeked out on the computer for a while and then I laid on the floor instead of getting back into the bed.

And that room, that would totally be my room if I was a guy. I know I'd have comic book stuff and mountains of cd's everywhere. Freakiness!



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