Feb 1st, 2018 – Another epic action packed lucid dream, twice in one day. Fantastic!

After work, I have been doing naps which usually allows me to have another go at a lucid dream. Having had such a fun one this morning I was pretty excited to get back at being conscious during sleep. I didn’t expect this dream would turn out like it did but again another epic dream so had to write it down.

As always, WBTB/WILD with MILD in the even WILD fails. It was a bit noisy so I put some ear plugs in, and that wasn’t filtering enough noise to make WILD easy so instead I switch to WILD. Getting pretty good at habitual reality checks.

The dream starts off where I am with my Father who lives in Vancouver. I have my daughter and she’s happy to see him. He wants us to go for dinner but asks me to pick up his Mom. He and his wife take my daughter and get into their SUV, she’s happy to go. I get into my car and drive to an apartment where his Mother is.

I open the door and she is lying on the couch happy to see me. Then it hits me, the obvious reality check. She has passed on since 2012. I’m caught up with a bit of emotion seeing her obviously. I realize it’s a dream but how wonderful that I have my Grandmother here, to see her again as real as if she was alive today. I put my hand on the wall to start stabilizing my awareness in the dream. I knew I was dreaming but couldn’t deny the joy and happiness of seeing her once more.

“Where is your daughter? I would so love to see her.” she asks.

“She’s fine, she’s with her Grandpa. I’m here to pick you up to go to dinner with everyone.” I reply.

“Oh that’s wonderful, it’s so good to see you again Ian.” she tells me as she gets up.

I didn’t want to tell her it was just a dream, rather I wanted to just go with the flow on this one. Maintain my knowing that I am dreaming but this is one dream character who’s drama will be fine (or at least I thought).

She tells me she needs to get ready and heads to her room to dress up. Somethings never change. I sit down on the couch, happy to be in this dream. Use the time while she is getting ready to further focus on the dream. The apartment is not at all like her one from real-life. Different couch, TV, coffee table. But these details were not important, this isn’t real life, this is dream life. The TV has some news article about terrorists on the loose and to contact police immediately if spotted. The whole considered armed and dangerous. They show pictures of these people wearing black military outfits, almost sci-fi looking.

My grandmother emerges dressed up for dinner and is excited to go. I extend her an arm bridge where she can hold on to my inner arm for support and we walk out the door into a hallway. When we exit, it opens into the landing platform of the Sky Train station, as if we transitioned to exiting a train.

There is a flight of concrete stairs going down to a exit area and we start to walk down. There are exit pillars with the small gate that one would have to push through. Behind them are security guards, three of them standing behind these small protective stalls that come up just slightly above their waist.

When I pass through the gate an alarm triggers and the guards pull out machine guns and demand that I stop right there. I’m a bit confused but realize this is classic dream drama and get a bit cocky because as if I have to follow some random dream character’s orders right? Even if they are pointing big ass machine guns at me.

“I don’t have to listen to you, I haven’t done anything wrong.” and I step forward. They unload with all three machine guns which was fine because the bullets had no influence on me being that it was my dream, however I didn’t factor in the idea that they would shoot my grandma. I turn to look at her and she collapses riddled with bullets and blood pooling around her. Now that made me angry.

The security guards having paused shooting and stunned that I didn’t go down open fire again. “You shouldn’t have done that. Now you just pissed me off.” I tell them. I mean, fuck these guys right? Gunning down one of my most beloved people in my life deserves retribution.

I walk forward slowly right into the stream of bullets that the middle guard is aiming at me with bullets ripping through my face, passing through but causing no effect. I walk up to point blank range. “You really think your guns are enough to take me down?” I tell him and I grab the machine gun from his hands, the other guards still shooting at me screaming for more back up.

I decide to see how they like it, and I open fire on the middle guard, the bullets rip into his chest and he falls back. I turn and mow down the other two guards. Some more security guards are in the crowd and they are now running towards me so I just open up unfortunately catching a few of the other dream characters in the line of fire. I mean why are they standing around when gun fire is going on any ways?

I throw the gun down and thank myself that it’s only a dream. I look at my grandma and although a part of myself wants to buy into the realistic immersion the dream presents emotionally, I rationalize that it’s just very dramatic. I still wasn’t happy about her being shot and the drama was about to escalate.

This is all brought about by the terrorist news article from TV, because now these terrorists or alleged terrorists are at the station however they have some defensive technology that inflates around them and produces basically a bullet-proof plastic bubble that grows into a corridor as they move up the stairs.

I love dream effects, especially when they have a certain plausible logic yet fantasy element. The bubble was square and had at least a foot of thickness for the walls, it pushed people out of the way clearing a path. And it looked really cool. I walk up and touch it, it feels like what you would expect from inflated thick plastic. Perfectly see-through.

It’s too thick to walk up the stairs but I want to see this effect in action so have to fly over it. I fly up and go to the head of the corridor watching the action as these terrorists run up towards the train as it docks and square corridor bubble presses up against the open door of the train where they then cut through the wall and enter the train which promptly closes it’s door and heads into a tunnel.

I fly behind the train just over the tracks, which are sparking electricity, more nice effects. The train exists the tunnel and I land on the tracks watching it disappear into the horizon. I look at the city and sense that I am being hunted by someone very powerful.

I have a third-person flash of this man surrounded by these militarized police force who are wearing black faceless helmets. He is investigating the train scene where I shot down the security guards and uses this device which re-animates the corpse of one of the guard allowing him to interrogate it to find out what happens.

The device has all of these wires that burrow into the body, it’s very cyber-punk. The guards eyelids forced open by wires that emerged under the skin. Again, another very cool dream effect. He tells the investigator that I refused to stop when an alarm triggered so they opened fire. Describes how the bullets had no effect.

He walks over to my grandmother and uses the device to interrogate her. I’m like, oh no you don’t and snap back to where I was standing at the tunnel. I fly back up the tunnel to the station and stand on the platform before the stairs where I can now see him and his guards standing around my grandmother’s corpse.

He’s already used the device and I’m a bit drawn into the drama because I didn’t like the idea that they would do that to her even though it’s a dream. So it’s getting a bit of an emotional response. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I yell from above the platform.

He looks up and his guards aim machine guns at me. “You better turn yourself in, who ever you are or my guards will open fire.” he tells me.

“I’m afraid you didn’t bring enough guards.” I reply.

He laughs, “So you think your tough, what are you some kind of super hero?”

“Buddy, you have no idea who I am.” I tell him. I smile and decide to go a little Akira on the guards. I basically gib the whole lot of them showering the entire area in well bits and pieces of security guard. Blood now drenching the ceiling and walls. Posters now covered in the mess.

He looks at me in horror and runs to this LCD terminal which acts like some type of portal where he is hit with this red beam and dematerializes and enters the LCD screen. I stand there kind of in awe at how cool and unexpected that was. I walk over to the screen and it has this symbol on it. I put my hands on the sides of the screen and can see my reflection in the black part of the screen.

The logo turns to a date and it’s something like the year 3360 implying he time traveled to some unknown location in the future. I press the screen trying to activate it, but instead it crashes to a dos prompt. It even has the c:\ prompt. This other dream character comes over to assist me.

“I see you are having some problems with the transporter. Lucky for you, I know how to fix it.” he says as he presses on the screen a few times and the screen boots back up, the red beam then shoots out and pulls me in. It was a very new and different effect.

I emerge in this very cyber-punk looking world, the buildings are large black towers with flying cars and robots patrolling the street. Very futuristic sci-fi looking. I see the man running down the street and he goes into this tower that has two security droids with large guns who move to block the door.

I take a moment to assess the dream, it was so cool visually. I didn’t have to go after this guy but I didn’t mind the fun, adventurous role-play present in this dream and decided to go along with it. Instead of engaging the security droids, I cut into this dark alley beside the building. Who needs doors when you have no-clipping mode in a dream. I press up against the wall of the building and pass through it into an office. There is this asian girl who sees me and she panics.

I decide to go into stealth mode and shift myself into what can best be described as a shadow person. I start to pass through the next wall of the office into another office. Another person is outside but they don’t see me. I wave my hand at them and no reaction. Stealth mode achieved. My arm and hand look like the silhouette of a shadow.

It’s also very fun to pass through objects and walls so I press on chasing this guy by walking through walls until I exit into this larger area where he is standing with a team of security guards. They are armed with these large guns, but unlike a rifle, these are designed to rest on their chest, they have a circular lens for the gun and two handles for each hand.

The Asian girl who saw me runs up to them, for some reason she can still see me and tells them that I am coming then turns and points to where I am standing. The guards open fire immediately and these guns shoot a sphere of energy that grows as it comes towards me. I dodge and they blast through the walls and offices explosively.

I’ve never been shot at with energy weapons like this before and try to take cover tucking back into the office through the large hole in the wall as more spheres blast through causing desks to explode and paper to fly everywhere. I see this pair of goggles that look like night-vision goggles and snatch them because they looked cool, had to check them out. I put them on as I hide behind a desk and they turn on with a high-pitch buzzing noise. The goggles give me a HUD complete with tracking squares and information such as distance written in this holographic text.

I don’t get to enjoy that effect before more rounds of fire burst through the office. These spheres just ripped through partly disintegrating everything they pass through and cut the desk into pieces as I roll out of the way. I run back into more of the offices I passed through and see a wall with these guns hanging from them. There were also suits of armor and helmets. A nice little armory. I grab one of the guns and turn around and shoot back.

We start to shoot it out, the HUD locking on to the guards and I fire blasts of energy at them. It’s really wild, and fun until on of their spheres hit me. It completely knocks me into a new dream, likely because I died in that one. I shake it off and find myself sitting in a hair salon of all places.

I’m on the floor and get up. There is this guy getting his hair done and he has black wavey hair which almost look like black feathers. This lady asks me to look at a magazine to choose a hair style. I have to restabalize because I was a bit stunned from the blast of energy. I remind myself that I am still dreaming, relax and sit down on a chair. The magazine has pictures of female models with some really nice looking hair styles.

I see this picture of Selena Gomez with black hair and though it looked similar to what the guy was getting done. Looked at him, then looked back at the picture laughing a bit but then Selena started to move like a run-way model and her hair starts and outfit starts to change. I was like wow, this is cool. Would love the day where images in magazines could just start animating like that. The more I looked at the images of her changing looks, the dream changed so instead of being in a magazine she was suddenly there as real as if in real life.

There was this fashion designer who was now assisting her with her outfit. By this point the style changed so she had this really cool short white hair with black stripes. It was almost like a bob cut, like a half sphere. It had three sections however where the second sphere layered slightly higher over the first, and then a much smaller cap at the top.

She was uncomfortable with the hair piece and the designer was making adjustments to it. Each section having a little bit of movement. She was wearing a white dress that complimented the hair style. He grabs a camera and starts taking pictures. She starts to pose and I watch fascinated at the artistry of this particular scene.

When they were done with that shoot, she flips her hands at the hair and it transforms into flowing black hair, her dress morphs to a black dress. Such a great effect. This goes on for a bit and I just relax somewhat mesmerized by the changes in styles thinking how cool that was.

Then like any good dream, I woke up. I normally don’t have such action packed lucid dreams in the same day. The Kingsman dream than this one. A good dream day to say the least.

Feb 1, 2018 – A Kingsman inspired Genre-Specific Lucid Dream – Epic and a tad bit over-the-top violent.

Today’s lucid dream was a very long epic adventure, it started off slow but wow did it ever pick up it’s pace once I knew I was dreaming. Like every dream I start with WBTB/WILD and use MILD as my fallback. In this case, WILD wasn’t working (blame those spicy death wings from last night) so I had to rely on reality-checks with in the dream and just drop off into sleep.

The dream started off normal enough, I was at my Mom’s house and the dream started at the aftermath of a Birthday party with a Dairy Queen Ice Cream cake in a plastic container still on the counter. My cousin was in the dream visiting and a few other friends of my Sister’s kids where there as well.

At this point the dream was very realistic, I was caught in the unconscious immersion present in the normality of the dream. Nothing to hint at it being a dream at all for a reality check. I walked over to the counter where the cake was and seeing that there wasn’t much left decided to have a piece before it was all gone. My niece has a habit of finishing the remainder of these in RL.

The ice-cream was very soft, having been on the counter for too long and I was a bit upset that no-one had the sense to put it in the freezer. The knife cut through it with ease and I put a semi-melted piece on my plate. Not complaining, it tasted very good, still cold and my cousin came over and I gave her a piece saying have some before it’s all gone.

I take my plate to the kitchen table and one of my nieces friends are there, he’s a young guy I don’t know him from real life. We get to talking and some girls walk in who like him.

“Must be nice to have all the girls wooing over you.” I tell him.

“What do you mean? Do they like me?” he asked.

“If you aren’t picking up those signals you must be blind.” I tell him. “Enjoy it, I remember when I was young and got that kind of attention, kind of fades away with age.”

“You gotta tell me how to pick up women, give me all your secrets.” he asks.

I laugh, “Shouldn’t be hard if they are dropping signals like that, just go up and talk to them. They already like you.”

I give him some more advice, some of his friends sit down at the table. I find out this dream character’s name is “Brad”. After a discussion on women and relationships Brad wants me to give him a drive home and I agree.

The dream shifts instantly from sitting at the table to sitting at the drivers seat of my car already driving down a street, and I noticed the shift. Finally a break from the immerse realism and I clued in right away that this sudden transition can only happen in a dream.

Brad was talking away but I put everything on ignore, holding the steering wheel I immediately began my stabilization and focus routine to ensure that I am balanced, relaxed and fully self-aware in the dream.

It was time to have some fun, so I went a bit Groundhog’s Day punched the gas and accelerated the car down the street. Brad starts to get concerned about the speed and complains that I am going to fast. I look at him and smile.

The street starts to come to an end, at the end is a cliff so why not just drive off it? It’s a dream after all. I floor it over the cliff as Brad screams in terror the car going into a full Duke of Hazards jump. We are seriously airborn, probably 200′ or more from the ground as I had a very good birds eye view.

As the ground approached, I just used dream control to gently land and Brad just disappears before we hit the ground. It was absolutely fun, thrilling to fearlessly challenge the dream to something so extreme. I got out of the car and just stood there looking at the dream with a big grin. Nice to be in control.

The dream introduces more drama by having Brad’s three friends come running to the scene freaking out that I could have killed myself and Brad. They are looking for him but he has vanished.

They become agitated and angry asking me where he is, what I did to him. I replied, “Relax, this is just a dream. No need to worry about Brad or get angry.”

This only angered the dream characters more. “This ain’t no fucking dream asshole!” yells one of the characters. “What are you fucking mental?”

They all circle around me and I just relax, focus on the fact it’s a dream and I know nothing they can do at this point will hurt me. “Calm down, it is a dream no reason to get all angry over it.” I reply.

One of the guys grab my arms and a second person who is standing off to the left and behind me throws a punch at my head. I feel the fist hit, but zero pain and my head doesn’t even move. The guy tries to pull me but I don’t budge. The third person standing in front off to the right throws a punch at my face and nothing.

My turn. The guy grabbing me, I focus on his face and cause this crackling energy to etch around his eyes and forehead, it’s blue and forms ruins. His eyes open wide and he grabs his face confused as to what happened. The second person who punched me, I look at him and say, “If it wasn’t a dream, I couldn’t do this?” and I cause a balloon to inflate inside his mouth. His mouth and cheeks swell as the balloon inflates and he can’t breath.

The balloon starts to bulge out of his mouth and I conjure a pencil and pop it. He staggers back and starts pulling balloon out of his mouth and it just keeps coming out.

I turn around to face the third person and he throws a bunch of punches, I let him and make some cartoony sized boxing gloves to form on his hand. They were yellow in color and I just relaxed. Shrugged it all off, I could have been far worse to them but I was just having fun playing with the dream mechanics. Having fun being creative and imaginative with the resolution to their aggression.

The dream characters are now completely scared, confused and weirded out. They take the best course of action, and run away. Then this older gentleman approaches me and says, “I couldn’t help but notice how well you handled yourself.”

I look at him and take a double take. It was Colin Firth as Galahad from Kingsman in perfect dream simulation. Accent and everything was spot on. Now this dream just became intensely interesting. I love genre specific lucid dreaming, and quite often engage a role-playing element when it presents itself. Having a Kingsman themed dream, I am all for it. What makes it so great, is the realism of dream reality where it was as if he was standing in front of me in real life.

So I go along with this new dream plot and reply, “Nice to meet you Galahad.”

He asks me to come with him and we walk to this building. “My organization has need for a person with your talents. If you come work for us, you will be putting your skill to help the greater good.”

The building is not the tailor shop rather it’s his own personal apartment. Inside, I take some time to look at the setting. There is a shelf that has all of these items stacked on shelves. I walk over and look hoping to see some spy gadgets and sure enough there are all of these normal everyday items but have a secret alternative use. Each shelf having different groups of same themed items for example the top shelf had a bunch of travel accessories like small toothpaste, shaving cream items. The shelf below it had small airplane bottles of alcohol. The next shelf had pens, lighters etc.

I thought it was very cool to see such enormous detail in the dream. I looked over at the bar, it was fully stocked with a display of different alcohol bottles. I walked over and looked at it. The kind of bar I’d love to have in my own home. There were multiple bottles of the same drink organized perfectly.

He gets me fitted into a suit and gives me an umbrella as well as some other items which I put in my pocket. Finally this medallion which he puts around my neck. He told me we were going up a against a crime syndicate that uses a lot of deception and stealth to hide their agents.

We walk outside of the building and he takes me down this street towards a church, there are two nuns walking towards the building. He tells me that I have to infiltrate the church and I am already thinking could this be the Church scene from the first movie? I’ve watched that fight scene many times and always wanted to have a dream like it and well… this is the best my subconscious could come up with.

He gives me this golden metal handle which is a gold stiletto and tells me to go into the church and find out anything I can. The two nuns look at us talking and move into the building.

I go in and instead of the simple stand-alone barn style church in the movie, this place is a Cathedral full of Nuns and Priests and I can say, I don’t have anything against Catholics however when I entered the church and walked towards the front of the church the people in the pews, mostly consisting of Nuns start to stand up and pull out hatchets, crowbars and pipes.

I don’t have a gun, just the knife which I pull out and the blade springs out. It does however turn into one of the most brutal dream fights I have been in because they all attacked and I defended. Thankfully, it’s a dream so not much different than playing a video game at this point. Didn’t help that I tend to be more super-human when I know I am dreaming so ability to move and strength is super fast.

After much hacking and slashing, I leave the church and return to Galahad. He tells me I did a splendid job but didn’t flush out who the villain was. He left and just stood there thinking about how crazy that fight was.

I’m then approached by another person, this dream character is now the alleged villain who grabs me by the throat and puts a gun to my head. He tells me I am going to pay for what I did.

But before he could monologue much further I just stabbed him in the chest and told him it was a pity that we had to end this so soon, I would have enjoyed a longer plot were we could have witty banter.

I leave, the rest of the dream is not as exciting suffice to say I go to a house where there were some Reese Peanut butter cups which I had to sample and my god, probably the most amazing peanut butter cup I have ever eaten. I swear my real-life taste-buds have either dulled or my subconscious is a master at conjuring up the best-of-the-best when it comes to confectioneries.

Well, it took a very long time for a dream request to happen. It wasn’t quite what I expected because my intent was to re-enact the scene exactly as it was in the movie. I do find quite often that there can be these delays on genre specific dream requests so that is not a surprise. Makes me wonder if the subconscious really does need a lot of time to work out the dream content before it presents it.

But it’s the genre specific lucid dreaming that keeps me interested in remaining conscious during sleep. Best virtual reality simulator nature has evolved, love it!