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J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:<p>Lucid dreaming. I'm not even sure what I do counts.</p><p>When I "realize I am dreaming" it becomes sort of like a video game where I do not know the rules. I have to figure out what is allowed.</p><ul><li>Can I conjure the elements from my hands?</li><li>Can I make the clouds swirl and storm?</li><li>Can I cause earthquakes?</li><li>Can I fly?</li><li>Can I talk to insects?</li><li>Can I walk up walls?</li><li>Can I walk through walls?</li><li>Can I use magick by making hand gestures and spouting gibberish?</li><li>Can I breathe underwater?</li><li>Can I stop bullets with my mind?</li><li>Can I just face tank a shotgun blast without breaking my skin?</li><li>Can I survive a nuclear blast at ground zero?</li><li>Can I eat a bowling ball?</li><li>Can I throw out my veins like grappling hooks from my wrists and pull people toward me?</li><li>Can I peel off my skin and look at the machinery underneath?</li></ul><p>Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no.</p><ul><li>Can I have sex?</li></ul><p>No. Never. I always wake up and I have always woken up when it comes to trying to have sex in dreams.<br>Spit out streams of maggots while its raining blood? Sure! Keep on dreaming.<br>Try to get laid? Immediately wake up.</p><p><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>WhenIDream</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/LucidDreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>LucidDreams</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Dreaming</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Dreams</span></a></p>
J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:<p><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>WhenIDream</span></a></p><p>This morning I had one of those "back in high school, but I don't have any books or a schedule" dreams.<br>I went into a random classroom that I thought had been my French class.<br>I sat at an empty desk.<br>The teacher was out of the room and one of the students was sitting at her desk as "in charge".<br>I started using telekinesis to move things on the desk. Just a tiny bit. I made something jump. I made the ice cubes in a glass climb up the side.<br>I was so good at it, I didn't even have to look at the things to make them move.<br>The movements were subtle enough that they weren't even sure they were happening.<br>I thought about flipping the lights on and off.<br>Instead, I stood up and levitated in front of the classroom, floating in front of everybody.<br>I told them all this was a dream, but none of them believed me.<br>I made a gesture and the desks parted to each side so that there was a clear path down the middle to a back table.<br>I shot fire out of my hands and caught the table on fire.<br>I then quickly flew over to the fire and proceeded to call water from my hands to put the fires out. I told them fire in dreams has a tendency to spread really fast.</p><p>Nobody believed it was a dream.<br>Nobody really questioned why I had mystical abilities, but nobody joined me, either.<br>I wanted the whole class to start doing stuff. I wanted to see what they would do with the knowledge that they could do anything.<br>Turns out, they'd just sit at their desks and wait for the teacher to get back.</p><p>That happens often in my dreams.<br>Nobody else in the dream ever believes them when I tell them it's a dream even when I'm obviously doing impossible things.<br>My subconscious lacks imagination sometimes.</p>
J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:<p><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>WhenIDream</span></a> </p><p>You know that Oingo Boingo song "Dead Man's Party"?</p><p>I had a dream that decided, for no reason, to make that a real thing. We even called it "Dead Man's Party".<br>In the dream, there was a club you could rent out where you literally astral projected out of your body at the door.<br>You just floated around as an incorporeal body (we just said "ghost" in the dream).<br>Most people used these new forms for freaky sex things as you couldn't spread any STDs or get pregnant. Also the question of "is it gay if you are a ghost" came up.</p><p>I was playing around with how deeply I could enter the earth under the floor (it was about 10 to 20 feet before I hit a barrier).</p><p>Anyway, an old friend really wanted a taste of what I had to offer and I didn't want to. He chased me around until I managed to "pop" out of the building.<br>That wasn't supposed to be possible and he wasn't able to follow me.<br>You weren't supposed to be able to leave via the walls, ceiling, or floor. And nothing from outside was supposed to be able to get in.</p><p>I was stuck, isolated from my body which would never wake up.<br>I ended up joining up with regular old ghosts from people who died for real. None of them believed my story because the idea of giving up your body, even for just a little while, seemed inconceivable to them.</p><p>Then it got weird with stuff involving characters from childrens' stories forming an organized crime gang in the sewers.</p>
J. R. DePriest :verified_trans: :donor: :Moopsy: :EA DATA. SF:<p>When I dream, I often feel like I'm borrowing someone else's life for a little while. My age, race, and gender are often different from my waking life. I occasionally feel like I'm visiting a "what if" version of Earth, an alternate. Sometimes, I even find portals between possibilities.<br>These stories are all based on dreams I've had.<br>I'll add more as time goes on.</p><p><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WhenIDream" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>WhenIDream</span></a> </p><p>The first I will post, I think, is the best one to show the confusion I often feel when I "wake up" in the middle of a life other than my own.</p><p><a href="https://infosec.press/jrdepriest/my-eyes-open" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">My Eyes Open</a><br><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Elements" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Elements</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Elemental" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Elemental</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Floating" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Floating</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Phasing" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Phasing</span></a> </p><p>Sometimes, in my dreams, an endless stream of <em>things</em> will come out of my mouth. Glass, metal, living things, goo. Sometimes, things come out of other places.</p><p><a href="https://infosec.press/jrdepriest/metal" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">Metal</a><br><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/BodyHorror" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>BodyHorror</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/StuffInMyMouth" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>StuffInMyMouth</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/StuffInMyBut" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>StuffInMyBut</span></a> </p><p>Sometimes, when I dream, there are magic spells, and elemental manipulation, and communicating with anything, animals, insects, the earth itself.<br>Sometimes, I'm in danger.</p><p><a href="https://infosec.press/jrdepriest/guardian" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">Guardian</a><br><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Magic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Magic</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Magick" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Magick</span></a></p><p>Sometimes, when I dream, I walk through walls, I peer into directions that I have no names for, I breakthrough to some greater understanding of the universe.<br>Sometimes, it starts small. It starts with self-preservation, with fear.<br>But that's not how it ends.</p><p><a href="https://infosec.press/jrdepriest/the-in-between" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">The In Between</a><br><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/WalkThroughWalls" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>WalkThroughWalls</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/HigherDimensions" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>HigherDimensions</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/FifthDimension" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>FifthDimension</span></a> </p><p><a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreams" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Dreams</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreaming" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Dreaming</span></a> <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Dreamlands" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Dreamlands</span></a></p>