RSS FeedLucid Dreaming is the ability to be aware and even manipulate your dreams. A small part of Lucid Dreaming is that you can remember your dreams. While I can recall my dreams, it makes me wonder how much I was aware of last night’s dream, because it was one of those dreams that don’t really make any sense:
- 1. The Tunnel.
It was somewhere in the (near) future, and I was fighting my way through a very long highway tunnel that was crammed with blown up vehicles and soldiers. The soldiers were undoubtedly part of some totalitarian regime, as we may expect them in the (near) future, and they looked a bit like the Combine from the game Half-Life.
Fighting alongside me was a big muscular man called Gundar. He fought brave and valiantly, and managed to kill a lot of soldiers with his weapon of choice. I can’t remember the exact details of his weaponry, but my weapon of choice was pretty clear. My all-time favorite rifle is, of course, the Heckler & Koch G36K, and it is pretty safe to assume that I was using just that.
After a fight that seemed to last forever, Gundar and I emerged from the tunnel in some kind of SUV, which reminds me a little about the new BMW X6, but it was less graceful. After a short drive over some kind of bridge, an army helicopter with a huge turret mounted on its nose started shooting at us. It had a yellow laser beam that was used for aiming and locking on to targets, and a big pulse-canon that shot bright photon bombs that were causing the actual damage.
It fired some pink stuff at our vehicle, and after an explosion we landed upside-down on some rocks in the water next to the bridge. The yellow laser was scanning for us, but I soon found out that the laser couldn’t locate or lock on to us if we were under water. We grabbed some snorkels and began to swim back to the cliffs where the tunnel was. Gundar noted that there was a smaller, partially submerged tunnel next to the highway tunnel. We swam into the tunnel for about a mile, when I noticed some stairs on the side.
- 2. The slave-girl.
As I was walking up the stairs, I suddenly noticed that my hair had gone black, and I was wearing nothing but a black silken Babydoll. Around my throat was wrapped a band of steel of about an inch in thickness. It didn’t take me long to realize that I had suddenly become a Kajira, a Gorean slave girl.
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Anyway, on the top of the stairs there was a kitchen area where many other slaves were preparing meals for some festivity. I was assigned to making desert for the event, as it was said that I had a talent for making the best pudding known to man. After a while, we heard that our Master had arrived, and demanded to taste the food before the event would start. In the courtyard, I presented a big bowl of pudding to my Master and two of his friends. I never saw his face, but he called me Hilda.
- 3. The Master
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I opened my eyes and saw my new slave Hilda gracefully walking back to the house with a big bowl of pudding over her head. The House partially consisted of tunnels in the cliff behind the house. Shortly after all the slaves had left the courtyard, my guests arrived and (apparently) we had a good party. I can’t remember anything of the party itself, except how the party ended. My guests and I were sitting on the rocks near the water. On a rock about 3m into the water, a slave girl was dancing for our entertainment. I remember saying “The night is young, and there are plenty of women; so go get some”, after which many of my guests took a slave girl up to the house.
I took a woman by the hand and started to walk towards the house. Suddenly the woman slapped me in the face, made some rude comments about not being a whore and ran towards the house. Enraged and insulted I followed her, bent on raping her and beating some sense into the girl. When I found her in another courtyard, with an old shed in the middle, she was wielding two daggers and said she would rather die than become a slave.
I drew my sword and told her that she should be careful to what she wished for. I told her she was already a slave, and that she had killed her former master, but still wore his collar. The collar was not visible due to some scarves that were wrapped around her neck and shoulders. With the butt of my sword I smashed against a couple of bricks of the shed, which turned out to be hollow. ”Where did you hide the key?”, I asked her as I was smashing more and more hollow bricks with the butt of my sword. After a while Gundar entered the courtyard and helped me smash hollow bricks so we could find the key to her collar.
After we had finally found the key, I suddenly woke up.