The Lucid Dreaming Meme

[mysockingstory]

The Lucid Dreaming Meme
 

 

... and then it hits you: none of this is real. You're dreaming. You've been dreaming all along.

Maybe you'd normally wake up now. The brain is a funny thing, though, and you can't seem to. Must be something you ate. You do, however, realize that you're in a dream - and in dream, you can do anything. Always wanted to dream about flying? It's your lucky night. Want to dream back a lost childhood home? It's there just as you remember, or perhaps imagine it. Been fantasizing about that one cute co-worker for weeks? Well then.

There's only one problem. There seems to be someone else in your dreamscape, and they can apparently control it just as easily as you can. They even have the audacity to claim that they are dreaming you!


All the usual:

• Post with your character's name and canon in the subject line.
• Said character is having a lucid dream, where since they know they are dreaming, they can do literally anything. Fun!
• ... except that the character that comments on your thread is also in the same dream and just as lucid. Both characters can affect the world around them, but not each other.
• Both characters are the "original" dreamer from their perspective, and neither is stronger than the other. Conflicting changes to the environment simply overwrite each other in a loop until one character or the other gives up.
• The setup of this meme is built to facilitate cross-canon interaction: it's probably a good idea to state in your subject line whether you're open to it.
• Tag around and play nice!
• TRIGGER WARNING: Meme may contain unpleasant themes. Please use warnings and browse responsibly.

Comments

Jim Moriarty | BBC Sherlock

[moriarty_hi]

[somegomad]

[ It's a bit like walking among the stars, literally. Seeing each and every constellation, precision like an enormous impossibly intricate clockwork, all interconnected. And there's Koschei, picking out one of the constellations to have a closer look, turning it over in his hands, and returning it to its place.

You might hear it, too. It makes a sound, a song, a symphony. Too complex to properly remember. ]

Eleventh Doctor | Doctor Who

[aintno_grave]

[pencilpremonition]

[You know those creepy drawings from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark? You're in a landscape full of them. The people you meet look like them. Except for one girl. She's drawing in the air, making more horrifying drawings take shape, and looking quite pleased with herself.]

Barney Stinson || How I Met Your Mother

[legen_waitforit_dary]

[ In this dream you will find Barney seated in an ornate throne, scotch in one hand, cigar in the other, as approximately one hundred half-naked women drape themselves over everything in sight - himself included. He's dressed sharply as ever (he suited up for the throne), and the crown atop his head clearly labels him as the King of Awesome.

Taking a sip from his scotch, he sets the glass down to reach for his royal scepter no not that scepter, which is more or less a golden staff with a replica of his winking face on the top. He taps it loudly against the ground to get everyone's attention. ]

By royal decree, let the games begin!

[ ... and then suddenly the girls all have pillows to fight with. And there's a mud wrestling ring over there. There's even a mud wrestling pillow fight arena over there. ]

Dreams are awesome.

You know what Barney's dream needs? A dominatrix.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Irene had been walking down the street to her flat, and opened the door. What she found inside wasn't the familiar, posh surroundings of her current home, but Barney's fantasy. She tilts her head and watches for a moment, blood red lips curved into a smile, her eyes lingering on the pillow fighting girls before focusing on the boy on the throne.

She thinks how satisfying it would be to whip that smile off his face, and with nothing but the thought, the familiar weight of her favourite riding crop is in her hand. She tests its pliancy, then begins walking towards Barney.]

Indeed. It's been ages since I've had a good reason for a flogging.

James Sunderland | Silent Hill 2 | ota

[blindjumps]

Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Open

[hunting_trip]

[bbinatrenchcoat]

[ sitting beside his bed ]

Good morning, Dean.

Ordinary!Dean Winchester | Supernatural | Open

[alifeordinary]

Post S7 Human!Castiel | Spn | Open

[demojoed]

Hey Cas how'd you like fallen angels?

[webweaver]

[The dreamscape in which Lasciel walks is beautiful. Verdant rolling hills, with fragrant wildflowers had only bloomed in one perfect garden in the world. As she walks, her passage disturbs the grass and the butterflies nestled among them and they float upward, hinting at the shape of invisible wings as they drift away.

She stops at the sight of another in the dream, and smiles.]

Hello.

molly carpenter | the dresden files | ota

[probationer]

[Being a wizard means being able to do a lot of odd things already, but being able to do anything is another situation entirely.

Beware of the bright colors and dark shadows. (Girl's got some issues to work out, after all.)]

[alwaysimpure]

[What do you mean, odd? Muggles and their eckleticity, they're odd.

There clearly isn't enough red in here. And lets add some gold. Sirius has issues, too, so the shadows can stay where they are.

And he's just going to sprawl out on the couch that's suddenly there.]

Gonzo | The Muppet Show | OTA

[musicmaestro]

[He's sitting there in a vast empty expanse of white looking depressed. And nothing in the world is sadder than a depressed Muppet.]

[sailorlaughter]

[White? White is BORING. Along comes a small cavalry of balloons, bouncing along the ground in a loose formation. A bright pink pony is bouncing along on top of them, giggling. She stops mid-air when she sees Gonzo and waves energetically, slowly floating down to land in front of him.]

Hi! Why the long face?

Molly Hooper || Sherlock

[wealldosillythings]

[emptynight]

[There's a beach with a stretch of pale, fine sand that stretches along the coast, curving out of sight, and cool water, turquoise green far out but crystal clear in the shallows, laps the sand. The sun is setting, painting the sky a vivid, shade of orange red, yet inexplicably, a few stars are already out and twinkling, crystal among molten gold.

Thomas sits on the sand, heedless of the water lapping up around him, looking incredibly attractive and incredibly tragic as he stares out into space.]

Koschei | Doctor Who

[somegomad]

[prefection]

[It's a bit like tetris, only with furniture and an office. Yes, that's right, when Percy daydreams, he rearranges his hypothetical office. Maybe face the desk by the window? Might let a little more light in that way. Leaves more room for the awards and pins and commendations on the wall.]

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy VII | OTA

[cetra]

[In this dream, Aerith can be found in a maze.

One of those really green hedge mazes that she's never come across in her lifetime, but she's managing so far.

There's not really a huge threat in the maze - just some unexpected things happen. Confetti falling from the sky in one part, another part covered in all kinds of flowers. She's even come up to a dead end, and found the house she grew up in.

But now, she's just kind of wandering about. She doesn't have a goal in mind - finding the end of the maze isn't exactly what she wants. Aerith wants to take her time, and with her hand trailing against the hedge, it's easy for her to get lost in her thoughts.

Maybe she'll reach the center - who knows what she'll find?]

[blindjumps]

[Near the center of the maze the air seems to get thicker with fog; James is still not sure if this place is really a dream or not--he toes the line in his mind. But then, he's felt like he were in a dream before, when it was in fact reality. Makes it harder to really know...

He sits under a tree in the middle of a... maze? He'd rather not try to venture through it, but if he has to, he will... It's been a while since he's had to travel through unknown territory. Heh.

The images of a time prior prick the back of his vision, and he tries not to think of it too much. Still, it trickles through unconsciously in his dream. cemetery headstones. Scattered glass. Ripped out pages scattering the grass on the hill. Puddles of water that reflect the sky and sun, even through the sky itself is overcast. Regardless, the weather feels normal. Neutral.

It feels like it's been so long...]

charles xavier • x-men first class

[meliorism]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Irene is walking down a narrow, cobblestone street, dodging around an old woman chasing a split bag of oranges. The buildings on both sides of the street are old world, Parisian, judging by the French signs on the doors. But as she passes them, the words on the signs begin to swirl, to writhe and dance until they are German. Spanish. French again. Portuguese. English.

She strolls with a confident air, pausing by a cart of flowers wildflowers tulips roses daisies.]

Britta Perry | Community

[britta_ftw]

Johnny Gat | Saints Row

[gatatattat]

Pierce Washington | Saints Row

[buysaintsflow]

Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom

[phantoms]

Zack Fair | Final Fantasy VII | ota

[soldieringlife]

Roxy Lalonde | Homestuck

[fuckincakewake]

Thomas Raith || The Dresden Files

[emptynight]

Irene Adler || BBC Sherlock

[womanwhobeatyou]

i hope you don't mind....

[housebroke]

[ Julian Sark had a thing for being dominated. It was a twisted, filthy thing, that came from years of being told what to do by everyone, by being owned and possessed and as Sydney had told him -- being a dog at the beck and call of whichever master paid best. But when it came to some women, all Sark wanted was to be dominated by them. His life might have been a search for power, but his dreams were filled with women who had all of his.

So when he stepped through a doorway into an unfamiliar room, Sark had to wonder where he was before he spotted the other woman. He knew instantly he was dreaming when he knew exactly why he was there and he swallowed thickly, already waiting for instruction. ]

You know, I heard you were the best.

Lasciel || The Dresden Files

[webweaver]

... i honestly can't resist. but you can ignore if you want! :)

[probationer]

[It's something like a bad dream. Half slowly crumbling city and half maze, and Molly's not exactly sure where she's supposed to be going or what her subconscious is trying to tell her with this. She just keeps walking, and the maze just keeps growing. So it goes.]

Arthur || Inception

[littlspecificty]

IDK RANDOM LUCID DREAM - CARNAVALS.

[bamf_pointman]

[ When Arthur dreamt, it wasn't anything like this. Lucid dreaming was left for the PASIV and Somnacin, not his dreams outside of the work place.

Much like Somnacin and unlike normal dreams, he didn't appear to be waking up any time soon.

Arthur looked around and found himself in a beach side town with what looked like a carnaval off a pier in the distance. He frowned. He hadn't been here since he was a kid. Might as well head in that direction.

He removed his shoes and his suit jacket before he made his way toward the carnaval, his toes digging into the sand. ]

Ryu / Breath of Fire 2 / Anyone welcome --- Nightmare

[ryu_bateson]

The cave is dark with naught but a candle to light the way. Its faint light shows a terrifying beast* with a booming voice, screaming at him. He is the one. Why does he fight so strongly for nothing? Why doesn't he join him, for his deed was both necessary and charitable - letting Ryu keep his life.

Ryu has long-since known that this is a dream. A nightmare that he can never be free of. He tries to change it, but it doesn't change. It never changes.

In this state of lucidity mixed with insanity, Ryu prays that the dream goes away for once before he is again torn asunder - literally.


{ the beast: http://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=312514 --- Anyone want to change the dream, or help fight the monster? Something else? If you want to turn it into smut, then let me know and I'll set up an entry on Ryu's journal.}}

Sirius Black || Harry Potter || OTA

[alwaysimpure]

The house has high ceilings, too many rooms, curtains hiding away too much of the windows and portraits that cluster the wall with pale, disapproving faces that move.

Sirius was sitting on the bed in his old room, leaning back to stare at the ceiling. It was still too dark in the house, too cold and the many years since it had been built were pressing down and making him feel claustrophobic.

[gonnabe1st]

Steps can be heard in the corridor outside Sirius' room, someone climbing up a flight of stairs, but too leasurely? -slow, in any case, than the other people who normally live here. Meanwhile, the surroundings warm up. It's a sunny afternoon out, the whole place becomes less stretched vertically, and there's, distant but audible, the sound of children playing in the yard.

Mello had no idea so far that dreaming of his old home had led him into someone else's. He simply figured if he has control over his dream for once, he might as well make it something pleasant.