Dream Diary Entry recorded June 10, 2018
Jun. 10th, 2018 11:50 amI remember very few details of the last two nights' dreams, except that they were large, elaborate, almost cinematic stories. They took place in locales similar to the repeated environments of many of my dreams - urban but pretty landscapes, indoor shopping/working complexes - but were seen by me as works of fiction, stories in which I may have been actively involved, but stories nonetheless, as opposed to anything that felt like it was a genuine experience.
One scene this morning arrived at the end, right before I woke up, and was somewhat lucid and controlled by my waking mind: It is interesting to me now that I was still able to hold on to the special effects methods and control the story in this way - hey, to my understanding, that's what lucid dreaming is about, ideally. Anyway, we had arrived at an endpoint in the story I was imagining, where the good guys had the bad guy trapped in the good guys' lair/lab. It was a kind of a futuristic or science fiction lab or control room setting, and it seemed we did not physically have the bad guy in the room with us, but enough of his image - holographic? VR? - that we could control him and make him feel things. One of our good guy team had experienced or witnessed the bad guy doing horrible deeds, and this good guy was very angry. And now he was holding the hologram of the bad guy by the collar. While doing so, the good guy reached down and picked up a can of gasoline, and doused the hologram's head with it. The hologram began flickering with reddish light over the bad guy's head where the liquid had been poured, but the good guy did not set it on fire, although he indicated he was about to do so. The bad guy was screaming. I stepped in and said that that was enough. We're not the bad guys, we don't torture or kill or set on fire, we are not going to be like them. I felt a little for the good guy, because his anger had indeed been somewhat justified and the opportunity for revenge was not something he really could resist. But it was not the way that the team I was on should do things. Then, I woke up, sat and thought and marveled at how the dream story even that soon was dissipating in the morning air, and got the dogs ready for their morning potty walk.
One scene this morning arrived at the end, right before I woke up, and was somewhat lucid and controlled by my waking mind: It is interesting to me now that I was still able to hold on to the special effects methods and control the story in this way - hey, to my understanding, that's what lucid dreaming is about, ideally. Anyway, we had arrived at an endpoint in the story I was imagining, where the good guys had the bad guy trapped in the good guys' lair/lab. It was a kind of a futuristic or science fiction lab or control room setting, and it seemed we did not physically have the bad guy in the room with us, but enough of his image - holographic? VR? - that we could control him and make him feel things. One of our good guy team had experienced or witnessed the bad guy doing horrible deeds, and this good guy was very angry. And now he was holding the hologram of the bad guy by the collar. While doing so, the good guy reached down and picked up a can of gasoline, and doused the hologram's head with it. The hologram began flickering with reddish light over the bad guy's head where the liquid had been poured, but the good guy did not set it on fire, although he indicated he was about to do so. The bad guy was screaming. I stepped in and said that that was enough. We're not the bad guys, we don't torture or kill or set on fire, we are not going to be like them. I felt a little for the good guy, because his anger had indeed been somewhat justified and the opportunity for revenge was not something he really could resist. But it was not the way that the team I was on should do things. Then, I woke up, sat and thought and marveled at how the dream story even that soon was dissipating in the morning air, and got the dogs ready for their morning potty walk.