Night Songs from The Cusp

[The Cusp]

I don't think I've had any dreams because of flash games, but if I were to have one, I'd like it to be based on this: http://gprime.net/game.php/nwayoftheninja . Best flash game ever. It's even on Xbox arcade and PSP now.

Btw, did I ever tell you how much I love your Mojo-Jojo avatar?

Those things completely ruin my dreams for weeks at a time.  That ninja one is pretty good, I like the controls.

Panty Maze?
   Clarity: 3/10
   Importance: 2/10
   Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Left Side (right brain)

    I'm playing a tower defense game, but instead of towers, I'm placing different colored panties on the 2D grid map.  The panties have an oval shaped range, and I can turn them to better utilize their range.

I'm turning the panties from a top down view, when I turn one of them towards me, and it turn into a guy in a wheelchair holding a square metal shield.  Suddenly it's changed from 2D to 3D.  I flip the wheelchair guy again, and his metal shield now extends into the squares above and below it.  I place more wheelchair defenders amongst my offensive panties.

After dreaming about the same thing all night for four nights in a row, you think I'd recognize it as a dream sign, but noooooooo...

[Moonbeam]

[/COLOR]After dreaming about the same thing all night for four nights in a row, you think I'd recognize it as a dream sign, but noooooooo...

Do you RC while you play it? Or would that be too hard to do?  Surely there is some way to use this. 

[The Cusp]

Do you RC while you play it? Or would that be too hard to do?  Surely there is some way to use this. 

Not worth the effort.  Easier to stop playing them.

Sterile Servant
   Clarity: 7/10
   Importance: 6/10
   Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left brain)

There is a man leading a woman and a giant through a series of underground caverns, the man is acting as their guide.  They stop to rest, and I see the man standing up, asleep and naked.  The giant is holding a manual drill like an ice auger and says something to the woman about his slaves being better sterile.  I worry the sleeping man will fall down, but he seems to be standing erect without any problems.

The giant cranks the drill and tries to stick it in the man's thigh right below his hip bone.  It doesn't pierce the skin at first.  The giant turn the U-shaped handle some more, and the drill eventually catches like an electric motor is powering it.  With the drill spinning at high speed, he drives it into the man's groin from the side of his hip.  He doesn't even drive it in straight, but angles it this way and that, seemingly hollowing out his pelvic area.

After drilling the poor man for awhile, he angles the drill downwards, and the tip comes out his thigh.  The giant pulls back the drill, then forces it down even deeper into the man's thigh.

Was listening to the Coast to Coast AM radio show about the Slovakia Artifact before bed last night.  Ancient underground cities and artifacts always get my imagination going, and I figured it would be perfect for some incubation, which worked!


Fragment: Underground Statue Vortex
In some underground caverns again, I see a statue.  The statue becomes two statues, and they both swirl together in a vortex.

[Luminous]

  Ow... How did you react to that in your dream?

[The Cusp]

Ow... How did you react to that in your dream?

I was only an observer, but it was difficult to watch, made me a little queasy.

Trailer Trash
   Clarity: 6/10
   Importance: 4/10
   Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left brain)

I'm living in a hotel room, and the whole gang from the Trailer Park Boys are there, Ricky, Julian, Bubbles, and Corey and Trevor.  Ricky is acting like a fucktard, and we keep arguing.  It's hard to argue with a complete idiot.

I'm also in Sayid's body from Lost.  I'm still myself, and aware that I'm in a different body. I walk up to a mirror to check out my new features and start making faces.

Done in the mirror, I turn around to see Ricky had dripped a huge blob of ketchup on the carpet.  I tell the guys not to walk in it while I go to get a damp cloth to clean it up.  Of course, when I get back, someone has walked through it and tracked ketchup all over the carpet.  It actually looks like drops of blood (like in Monday's Terminator episode), but I know it's ketchup.  I start yelling at the guys, and when I turn back to the mess, there are several more ketchup tracks across the carpet.  I realize it's three o'clock in the morning and that I have to work the next day, and I'm not happy about having to spend the night cleaning up this mess.

I yell at Ricky some more, and Julian comes up to me and starts getting tough.  Before he can make a move, pull out a knife and hold it against his throat and say "You may be a little taller than me, and a little stronger than me, but there is not a goddamm thing you can do to me!".  I throw the knife aside, daring him to make a move.  He doesn't.

Sick of this nuthouse, I try to kick them all out, but they won't leave.  I call up the front desk and ask them to put me through to the police, but they tell me the police are already here and want to talk to me.  I go down to the lobby, and once there, realize I'm wearing only my underwear, and run back to the elevator.  I'm on the fifth floor, the the elevator only goes to the third.  I get out on the third floor and wait for another elevator.

Some well dressed people in the hall look at me in my undies, and one guy says "Nice briefs".  "They're boxer-briefs" I correct him, then hop in the elevator and return to my room.

Since I can't get rid of these clowns, I decide to just abandon my place and start fresh.  Then I realize I can't even go into work, because I'm in Sayid's body, and nobody at work would recognize me.

The phone rings, I answer, and it's my mother.  These assholes trashed my parents place the same way they are trashing mine, which was the reason I moved out.  I say to my mom "I know, I know... I'm sorry".  My mother tells me I can move back home, and I'm really surprised they're not mad at me.

I look around to see what I can carry out with me.  There are my CD's that I want to keep, my guitars, and my computer, which I plan on strapping to my back.

I leave, and outside, the whole trailer gang is walking down the street with me.  We seem to be friends again, and I wonder what I'm doing back with these jokers.  Ricky is being very friendly and offering me weed.

No Difference
   Clarity: 5/10
   Importance: 10/10
   Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left brain)

I'm walking along a path by the river, leading Ricky and Julian to the military dump.  We're actually on the wrong side of the river, but that doesn't seem to matter.  As we walk along, I see the path split and wonder if that leads to the serene rocky area with pools of spring water from a previous dream.

We round a bend in the river and see the area we're supposed to cross to reach the dump.  There are kids playing in the middle of the river.  My thoughts return to that serene area.  I'm so focused on it, I completely forget about Ricky and Julian, who cease to exist at some point.

Now I know I only dreamed of that place, and I spend some time recalling the dream as I walk.  Then I start thinking about dreaming in general, and then I start thinking about lucid dreaming.  I spend a good 15 minutes mulching over dreaming in my head.

Still thinking about lucid dreaming, I suddenly realize that this is a dream.  I stop dead in my tracks, astounded that I could spend so much time thinking about lucidity and not realize I'm dreaming.

Out of habit, the first thing I try to do is fly.  I jump into the air, and fall into the grass.  I pick myself up, and go with Plan B, levitation!  I give it a supreme effort, but can't get off the ground.

That's when it hits me, that's exactly what I do for reality checks, and they fail in RL exactly the same way it happened here.  I know this is a dream, but I can't see any difference between this and reality.  It's exactly the same!  I start thinking about the implications, and I really can't see any reason I shouldn't be able to fly in RL like I do in dreams.

Not sure what happened after that, either I woke up, or the dream had a drastic change of scenery that I can't link together.  But seriously, waking life is a dream.  There is no difference between the two. 

I'm kind of glad they flying didn't work.  I waste too many lucids flying around.  I think the reason it failed is because of the daily RCs I do, where I try to fly and levitate.  I get daily reinforcement of failed attempts.

[Moonbeam]

Not sure what happened after that, either I woke up, or the dream had a drastic change of scenery that I can't link together.  But seriously, waking life is a dream.  There is no difference between the two. 

Unfortunately for me that means my dreams work like reality, instead of the other way around.

I'm kind of glad they flying didn't work.  I waste too many lucids flying around.  I think the reason it failed is because of the daily RCs I do, where I try to fly and levitate.  I get daily reinforcement of failed attempts.[/color]

Hmmm, I never thought of that happening, bummer.  Congrats on the lucid tho.  I do that too; the first thing I almost always do is leap into the air.

[The Cusp]

Wrong Conclusion
   Clarity: 6/10
   Importance: 7/10
   Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left brain)

It's another moving into a new apartment dream. I'm in the hall trying to find my apartment, but I can't seem to remember which one it is.  I try to read the numbers on the doors, but I can't quite make them out, as they are covered in dirt.  I rub some of the dirt off, see my apartment number, and walk in on an old man watching television.  He demands to know what I'm doing, and I apologize, telling him I'm his new neighbour, and I mixed up our apartments.

I go into the apartment next door.  It's the right one, but there is a guy living there with me.  I'm none to thrilled at the thought of sharing an apartment with someone else.  Then I notice it's only a bachelor apartment, and I wonder what we're going to to when it comes time to sleep.  I also wonder if that guy snores.

I'm ready for bed, and just as I'm about to crash, the guy turns on the stereo and says he's going to listen to music for a bit.  Disgusted by the whole situation, I leave.

Outside, I walk across the grass and see an underground hornet's nest, with hornets pouring out and filling the sky.  There is an underground bee's nest right behind it, and tons of other nests in the grass.  The air is thick with stinging insects, and I see a few kids crying from having been stung.
I run across the grass yelling "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...".  I wasn't really getting stung, I was just doing that for the benefit of the kids watching.

Back on the pavement, I'm wheeling along a bicycle towards the apartment.  I begin to notice oddities in the light levels around me.  One minute it's really bright, then the next, not so bright.  Then it's night, then it's day.  I figure this is a result of following Castaneda's work, and conclude that sort of thing is common for shamans.

There is another short round of night, followed by bright daylight, and I wonder what really just happened.  Did I space out and just stand there all night until the next day?  Was I jumping between worlds?

Those same changes in light levels is what sparked my last lucid as well.  Didn't work this time, but it must have se my up for this next lucid.

Lucid Gathering
   Clarity: 4/10
   Importance: 9/10
   Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Right Side (Left brain)

I'm in a haunted house, trying to get to the very top level.  Every time I try to get there, I somehow end up on the ground floor again.  I head back up the stairs and my destination, the master bedroom at the end of the hall.  As I approach it, I pass another bedroom and spot a little girl in there.  I look closer and see ghost/zombie woman with the girl.  I talk to them for a bit, and somehow find myself back on the ground floor yet again!

I'm getting frustrated by my inability to reach my goal, and wonder what the hell is going on. I realize that this is a dream, but I still want to get to the top of the house.  I look up and consider flying right through the ceiling, but decide to run back up the stairs again.

As I pass the room with the ghost woman, she comes out to harass me, but I say to her "No thanks", ignore her and walk into the master bedroom.  There I find my brother, who begins going through the drawers looking for something.  I begin to rummage through the drawer as well and find some money, which I stuff in my pockets.  My brother finds an envelope stuffed full of money as well, and he hands it to me.  I stuff it in my pocket as well, then think how useless that was, since this is only a dream and I won't be able to take it with me. 

Finding treasure like that is still fun, and we find several more envelopes stuffed with money.  The guy who owned this house is dead, so he won't mind us taking it.  Done with our looting, we go downstairs where I run into Onerionaut.  He seems really caught up in the dream, so I tell him with glee that we're dreaming.  Once he seems clued into the dream, I say "Now let's go find Moonbeam."

It doesn't take long to find her at all.  I spot her in some sort of underground parking garage or loading bay.  Her hair is short and blond. I go up to her, tell her that we're dreaming "and of course you know Onerionaut".  "You had beter not forget this!" I tell her.  All three of us are super excited, and I say "Now who do we find next?"

We go about finding various DV and MM members, and have a small group of about 7 or 8 dreamers.  I'm trying to keep everyone together, and make sure everyone stays lucid.  I can tell just by looking at people who has lost lucidity. The lucid people have a look of wonder and glee, while those who lost it look very serious and are caught up in the dream plot.  I keep going up to those who lost lucidity, throw my arms around their shoulder and yell "We're dreaming!  Don't forget this is a dream!" as I give them a good shake to prevent them from waking up.

I'm not really sure who was all there, as our group keeps changing.  People in the group are constantly bringing in more dreamers, while others wander off.  There are too many for me herd together, but I do the best I can.

Our group has a "center of the universe" problem, in that everything in the dream is attracted to us, so there are plenty of distractions.  People and things attacking us, which is not a problem for those who are still lucid.  But those who lost it are taking the attacks too seriously, and I have to remind them again that this is just a dream.  At this point I realize this lucid has gone on way too long and I'll never be able to remember it all.  I'd usually wake myself up, but I don't want to abandon the group.

We're at the end of my hometown street, and a group of kids starts a fight with us. I don't pay too much attention to them, being too busy bringing back the people who lost lucidity.  Sam Losco from the Trailer Park Boys is there as well, giving us a hard time.  I think it's funny to see him, so I clamp my hands together, jump into the air and bonk him on the top of the head as I call him a caveman.

At this point, most of the dreamers are gone, but I run into people from my highschool, tell them they are dreaming, and bring them into our group.  I see Corey V., and he seems to understand that we are in a dream once I tell him. 

A car pulls into my parents house, and corey says to hide, so we jump into a snowbank which provides very little color.  The door on the car opens, and an evil corey clone sprints right towards us.  It charges corey and leaps at him like a big hunting cat.  Before it can hit him, I punch it in the head, and as I connect, it turns into a mass of tarry liquid that splatters across the snow.

Cory looks down at the gooey mess and says "You must get a lot of that in dreaming."  I look down at the puddle of tar, and it kind of looks like a plastic garbage bag.  "What are you talking about?" I say as I reach down and pick it up.  "It's just a garbage bag!".  I laugh and wave the garbage bag around in the air.

I though for sure Moonbeam would remember that dream, so when I check her DJ, this is what I find:

Last night was a really strange night.  I woke up twice thinking that I had had some sort of amazing dream a little while before, but unfortunately hadn't woken up right afterwards, so I couldn't remember it.  Then I didn't know if that was a dream or not, the feeling of having had an amazing dream.  Oh well, the feeling is fading now, I'll never know if I lost some lucids or not, unless something reminds me soon.

That's both frustrating and tantilizing!
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[Deuce_Nukem]

damn.. wish you woulda found me...

maybe you did.. i did recall a fragment where i was in an old dusty house.. there was a chick with a nosebleed and i think i tried to kill the guy that gave it to her...

[Moonbeam]

That was a really cool dream Cusp.  I wish I would have remembered it too.  Maybe one of these years we'll get it right.  I can't believe I had that feeling of lucid dreams yet couldn't remember them!  What a bad night to lose my recall. 

[The Cusp]

That was a really cool dream Cusp.  I wish I would have remembered it too.  Maybe one of these years we'll get it right.  I can't believe I had that feeling of lucid dreams yet couldn't remember them!  What a bad night to lose my recall. 

Every friggin' time I attempt shared dreaming, the people have poor recall.  But there is always some element about it that suggests that it may have been real.  Last time was with Hazel and her bunnies, when I had no idea she was a rabbit freak.  Plus I described her pretty accurately as well.


My DJ has been dead the last couple of weeks.  I had the worst hay fever, and some kind of nasal infection from a crappy job.  And I pulled a muscle in my back so that it hurt to breathe.  Needless to say I wasn't sleeping well.  But I'm feeling whole again, so back to dreaming!


Fragment: Demon Thorns
I see people with bands of flickering shadows on their bodies that dance about like fingers of flame.  They are arranged in rows with bands of shadow tying them down.  Next I see a curved demon's horn or thorn inscribed with runes.  It's these thorns that give people the flickering shadows, and raises the question of who is really in control of these powers, the people using them, of the demons from hell?

[Moonbeam]

That was a really cool dream Cusp.  I wish I would have remembered it too.  Maybe one of these years we'll get it right.  I can't believe I had that feeling of lucid dreams yet couldn't remember them!  What a bad night to lose my recall. 

Every friggin' time I attempt shared dreaming, the people have poor recall.  But there is always some element about it that suggests that it may have been real.  Last time was with Hazel and her bunnies, when I had no idea she was a rabbit freak.  Plus I described her pretty accurately as well.

   That sucks.

My DJ has been dead the last couple of weeks.  I had the worst hay fever, and some kind of nasal infection from a crappy job.  And I pulled a muscle in my back so that it hurt to breathe.  Needless to say I wasn't sleeping well.  But I'm feeling whole again, so back to dreaming!

Glad you're feeling better.

[Deuce_Nukem]

2nd.. glad youre feeling better...

pretty kickass fragment tough, right?

[The Cusp]

pretty kickass fragment tough, right?

Yeah, short but sweet!

Ok, apparently I'm not feeling better yet.  My poor nose is so raw from blowing it so much.


Fragment: The Flood
I'm walking by the exit to an underground parking garage in the mall, when the streets begin to flood.  Strong currents of water begin to chase us, washing people away.  We all run into the mall, and exit the other side.

As we leave through the underground garage, a river of water comes from around the corner.  People panic and begin to run as the waters rise, some of them swept away with the current.  The waters stop rising, and everyone acts like the danger is over.  The begin to act normally again, going about their business.  I can hardly believe how stupid they are, and get the hell out of there.


Fragment: Zombie High
I'm running through my high school being chased by zombies.  I don't actually see any, but I know they are there because everyone else is running around every which way in a panic.  When I see people running towards me, I don't go in the direction they are running from.

I see a stairwell with a metal door that leads to the boiler room, and figure that would offer good protection, so I head down there only to find myself back in the hall.  I run, see the same staircase and go down again, but I'm back in the hall.  On my third time down the stairs I see people running up, being chased by a huge floating ball full of eyeballs.


Fragment: Grocery Store Looting
I'm shopping in a grocery store, when there is some sort of emergency.  People are being ushered to a safe place, and I decide to grab some food for free to bring with me.  I grab a bad of chips, start eating, then decide I don't really want to eat a whole bag of chips just because it's free.  I grab some cookies instead, looking for the most expensive and fancy ones.

[Deuce_Nukem]

omfg do i know about having a soar nose...
what sucks is when you couple that soarness with even worse congestion and this sharp boiling pain in the very back of you skull.... i once crawled around for about 2 hours on my knees, silently screaming at the top of my lungs because it hurt so bad... turns out, putting pressure into your skull by blowing, can be counteracted to a degree by forceful inhaling through a clogged nose..


also, i have a request..
if you ever come across a fat kid with glasses and a tiedye shirt (and jeans and wearing vans) convince him he is dreaming, then choke him to death... that'd wake me up so i couldnt forget... hehe... (i'm serious.. you ever meet me in your dreams, kill me so i wake up)

[The Cusp]

also, i have a request..
if you ever come across a fat kid with glasses and a tiedye shirt (and jeans and wearing vans) convince him he is dreaming, then choke him to death... that'd wake me up so i couldnt forget... hehe... (i'm serious.. you ever meet me in your dreams, kill me so i wake up)

Oh yeah, my next shared dreaming attempt, I'm going to force the person to wake up so they have a better chance of remembering.  That would be a lot less fun, but at least it would improve the odds of having them remember the dream.

You mentioning tye dyes really improves the chance of me finding you.  My hippie  uncle makes the best tye dyes ever!  They aren't just random, he makes spiders and faces and stuff in the patterns.  I'll have to take some pictures of them, they're really spectacular.  If you've ever been to a greatful dead concert, you probably own one of his shirts!