Lucid Time!

My sleep schedule was messed up last night. I fell asleep around 5:30, woke up at 9:00. Did homework and watched youtube videos until about 1:45, then went back to bed and woke up at 6:00. I did not expect to get lucid. I didn't even expect to have any dream recall.

I vaguely remember from my 'first sleep' that had something to do with me staying over at my grandparents' house. They had shelves upon shelves of food because they were preparing for the end of the world. I then remember somebody broke into their house and started stealing all the food. They were really mad.

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I remember I was living in a city/urban area. (Just row upon row of identical gray tenement buildings. I remember most of the buildings had lots of green plants on them. Ivy and vines, trees growing on the roofs and stuff. That's a dream sign.) I would ride my bike to college/work everyday. It was pretty crowded, but I was navigating the crowd pretty quickly. I could ride in the street. There were designated bike lanes and very few cars.

These two malevolent teenagers approached me and tried to block my path. I went into the street to go around them, and they started chasing after me. I remember they were grabbing at my backpack and trying to take things from it. I told them to stop or they we're going to get it. They just gave me a cruel smile and didn't say anything back.

I remember they chased me for a quite a few blocks. Eventually I came across this construction site that I rode into. I remember there was this scaffolding with ramps that I could ride up. At one point, I even rode my bike across a very thin board that would have been hard to walk across. I started riding my bike across rooftops and such (because dream) and got cornered by them in this clock tower type building. I got off my bike and warned them again. They just approached me with that same smile. It seemed like they were older now, not teenagers, but full blown adults. (I also remember one of them was a black guy now, when he hadn't been that way before.)

Nature Show Guy: And here we see the JadeGreen, scientific name Jadus Oneironoughtus in its natural habitat. It is generally a peaceful creature, but if given no other option, it will attack.

I remember I fought one of the guys by twisting his arm and flipping him over my shoulder into a pile of wooden boxes. He got two black eyes and went unconscious. The other guy phoned his friends telling him to send more guys. I grabbed his arm and made him drop his phone and break it. I then kicked him a couple times and made him fall off a platform. That put him unconscious...

I was worried that I might have seriously hurt the guys, but I saw that they were just knocked out. Four other punks (three male, one female) approached the tower. The leader said that he was sorry his boys had 'acted out' again and he would pay me to have them back. (Woo! Free money.) He wanted me to feel comfortable with the exchange so he told me to meet him downstairs in the subway restaurant.

We met down there. He was actually really nervous around me. He asked me for [the name of one of his guys] and for some reason I handed him a small envelope. He opened it, and turned it upside down and the guy fell out. He gave me a check. I handed him the second envelope and the other guy fell out. They poured cold soda on the guys and that made them come back from being unconscious. The gang leader guy apologized again and bought me a sandwich. (suck up).

I remember my sub sandwich was very weird because all of the meatballs were stuck together. (So it was more like a meatloaf sandwich.) For some reason this really grossed me out. I became lucid and the dream shifted.

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I was back in my neighborhood, and amazingly lucid. Flying time. (I did promise myself that the first thing I would do when I got some really good lucidity again was go out and fly.) The thing that I thought was the most weird was the fact that the season was actually correct to what the weather is like now.

I took off using my usual method of forcing myself up on jets of flame. I remember the jets of flame and sound effects looked and sounded like the rockets in KSP. (Weird, haven't played that game in awhile. Waiting for the new version to come out.) It took off. Flying was sluggish at first. I said 'faster' but wasn't going much faster. I then yelled 'COME ON!', but not in a really angry way, more of a sort of aggressive 'Let's do it' kind of way. The dream responded well to this and an appropriate flying speed came. I remember I flew very close to the side of a house, within a couple of inches, while moving at about 70km/hr.

I then did a couple of 'barrel rolls' while flying down over the street. Dream spinning never seems to work for me. (Usually not changing the environment.) But the upside is that I can get away with flying stunts all I want and not lose the dream. I thought about that in a dream. I then remember intentionally flying head on into an oversized fire hydrant. (Was about 8 feet tall) just to see what it would feel like. I felt almost nothing but stopped abruptly. (Yeah just like last time) Even though it showed the crash from third person and it looked really painful and made a cartoony 'clang' sound effect.

I took off and started flying again, heading away from my subdivision to see if I could enter a dream-original environment. The trees had gnarled into loops and corridors making for a challenging but very fun flying course. At some point I flew through a treehouse. (In one window, out the other). I then decided that I wanted to head back to my neighborhood to see if I could do some summoning.

I remembered my quick reverse technique for flying that I used to use. Do a (summersalt? somersalt?) in mid air and blast fire jets the other way. Much faster than a slow banking turn. I turned back to the neighborhood. I flew up high over it, getting the whole thing in view and noticing that it was outright deserted. I decided to try summoning at the house of my old crush from way back when. I came in close and saw a big black lab in their front yard.

'That's Familiar' I thought to myself. (Though this time it was big, but still realistically sized for a dog. Not like last time where the dog was seven feet tall.) But the dog was barking at me and growling viciously. Two other dogs came out and started barking too. One of them was a very small poodle or something, and the other one was I think a doberman, kind of skinny ish... Shouted 'NO' at the dog and told him to stop barking, but he didn't listen. I was reluctant to land for the dream journeying into dog attack nightmare territory. But I landed anyway. Luckily all of the dogs just wanted to give me kisses instead.

The dream started to fade out. I remember realizing that I wasn't wearing any pants or underwear, just a tank top. I thought I could manifest them fairly easily, but that it was too late in the dream to matter. I then remember (as visuals went out) hearing an unrelated friend of mine ask why I was on his lawn wearing only a shirt.

A nightmare where I was looking into the mirror in my bathroom. The skin on my chest/stomach peeled off and my internal organs started to fall out. I remember my heart looked artificial and had some kind of gauge or pressure meter on it. I screamed and woke up.

wtf I haven't had a nightmare of any sort in like two years...

After that, I wanted to go back to sleep to see if I could snag some lucidity before morning. Some disjointed fragments led into a couple of congruent LDs.

-Something to do with my college dormitory. For some reason I was wearing golden earrings in the dream, somebody commented on them, saying that they looked good. I asked myself when I got piercings and could not recall. I didn't become lucid though.

-Something to do with drawing and a tin of colored pencils.

-I was playing LBP3. I was designing this level where you would run across all of these little white platforms that were moving and stuff was firing on you. There was also this big metal bridge that would unfold when you got close to it. A was there, commenting on how he liked the game-play aspect of it.

I was at the community pool in my cousin's hometown, though almost nobody was there except me and someone else. I was just chilling in the shallow end of the pool when this bully character approached the two of us. He picked us both out of the water and said he wanted to try and drown us in the deep end.

I tried to punch him but it didn't do much.

I elbowed him in the face and managed to swim away. He followed me out of the pool. I turned around to fight him. He was buff and had long blonde hair and short thick facial hair and blue eyes. It was also at this moment that I noticed that I was still wearing gold earrings. I thought this might put me at a disadvantage because he could grab them.

I ran in and kicked him in the stomach. He reeled back. He was almost at the edge of the pool. He came back and tried to punch me. I ducked under it and put my leg behind his. From there it was easy to just push him into the water.

He looked at me angrily. I thought he was going to just get out of the water and attack me again, but he seemed to just be waiting there. But this other DC showed up. He looked like Santa Claus except his outfit was all white.

He said something about learning to be submissive and recognize your own inferiority. He said that this was meant to be some kind of dream test and that I had failed it.

For some reason, I was just boiling mad at this Santa/Guide character. I started screaming at him that people shouldn't be taught to be inferior and submissive, and that you can't mold people into what you want. They will do their own things and form their own identities and moral codes and there is nothing that you can do about it.

I got so mad at him that I FA'd in my living room. But it felt smaller. All of the furniture had been pushed into one end of the room an there was a small Christmas tree in the room with some presents under it.

This seemed strange to me. I did a nose pinch RC. Lucid dreamin' baby. I had almost become fully lucid in the last section, but now I could think clearly. I still wanted to see Manei. I started calling her name, expecting her to simply be upstairs or something. No reply. I thought to go outside, but saw that it was very, very dark. The kind of darkness that would make me lose the dream.

I then realized that stabilizing would probably be a smart idea. I rubbed my hands together.

"I will not lose the dream until I have accomplished one of my goals!"

I then thought to try teleporting to the beach location. In the past my teleportation efforts have failed miserably, so I was gonna have to really commit. I closed my eyes and started visualizing the beach in Puerto Rico that my family goes to every year.

I started to see it in the center of my vision. I thought that I should start engaging my other senses. I tried to picture the sound of waves crashing on the shore, the smell of saltwater and the sun on my face.

However when I opened my eyes I was still in my home, but things were different. I saw that it had gotten considerably lighter outside. It still appeared to be foggy and gray, but I could make out the street and plants. The entire backyard had been taken over by a massive jungle/forest. There was a huge vine with massive mango-like fruit growing on it. (When I say massive Mango-Fruit, I am talking 3-4 feet across.

I made my way out the front door to get a better look at what was outside. The dream's clarity started revving up to very high levels here. I saw that half the neighborhood had been overtaken with these huge gnarled branches. There seemed to be pieces of a structure in there, as if it were made of I-beams.

I followed the gnarled branches up to see a huge tree, literally miles tall. It seemed as though as it got farther away, it looked less and less like it was made of wood. It seemed to be made of stone or metal, and had complex designs of overlapping circles and rune symbols on it. It was supporting the sky, that appeared to be solid, made of high-technology structures (like the surface of the death star). There were windows or some kind of white lights scattered about on the surface. There seemed to be places where it had rusted through though and real vegetation was growing through it, both on the tree and the sky.

The sky had to be 50 or 100 miles up. There were layers upon layers of thin, misty clouds surrounding the tree trunk. The thing that I remember the most was the temperature. It was sooo hot and humid in this dream.

I couldn't believe the enormity of these metal trees, and I had to check them out for myself. I started flying, but for some reason moved backwards very quickly. I stopped and stumbled.

"No, I want to go UP!"

I started flying again, but I still went backwards. I lost control of the ability to fly and got pulled out of the scene. Everything started shrinking and getting darker. I saw more of the trees supporting the sky ceiling for a moment. It looked like some of them were just tree stumps.

Somebody told me that this was a forest that had been cut down by giant cosmic beings from the seventh dimension, millions of years ago, but it was growing back now. I saw my town on a remove section of earth, like a SimCity tile, floating in nothing.

I was in a black void. White cubes were scattered about. I was still pulling backwards at increasingly fast speeds. I thought I might hit one of the cubes, not being able to see where I was flying.

I woke up.

Interpretations: I really have to come back to these after I've had some proper time to think about it.

I dreamed of my old family beach resort. That is strange, I haven't dreamed of that place in a long time.


I was in my art history class. I had forgotten to do the homework. We still had [a large amount of time] before class to do the work. I thought about trying to do it, but instead decided to get up and leave class.

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I somehow found myself in a martial arts/combatatives shop. They sold everything relating to fighting here. Guns. Bows. Swords. I remember seeing some of the weapons on the wall and thinking I wanted to get one. I knew that I was in some sense or another 'allowed to'.

The front room of the store was cramped with all the weapons and gear. I made my way into the back room that was almost completely empty.

I then ran into a group of about a dozen martial artists, proudly wearing white uniforms and black belts. They asked me how good I was with a bo staff and gave me one. I started spinning it around, as I did telling them that I've never had any formal training or practice with one. I just used to have a stick and I would use it for play.

They then asked me if I found it funny when I was teaching new students if they got [two similar stances] mixed up. I told them about how (IWL) I've been attending Taekwondo lessons for four years, and I still got [those stances] mixed up sometimes. Because I was making mistakes and open to learning I didn't find it annoying.

They didn't seem to happy with this answer and left me there.

Then the shop owner came up and told me that I was here because someone had challenged me to a fight. He said that he couldn't tell me who because my challenger had chosen to remain anonymous until the fight.

I asked him what the rules of the fight are. He told me that it was totally open. Any moves were fair-game. The only rule is I am not allowed to bring other people in with me.

He gave me a different outfit, a black martial arts uniform and told me to head up to [some cave] where the battle would take place.

I teleported outside. I became lucid around here and realized that I wanted everyone to hurry up and get this fight on, with all the short-lived lucidity I've been having, there was no way we were going to see some action.

The cave was out in a snowy tundra in the mountains. The only way into the cave was a rope bridge. It seemed to be made out of these tough vines of some sort. I couldn't really tell. It led into a cave. Inside the cave was mostly filled with water. (Very cold water, since tundra and all) but there was a small platform, about 20ft around in the middle that the bridge connected to. There were a couple of waterfalls coming into the edge of the cave and a couple of holes in the ceiling where sunlight shown through like a spotlight onto the main floor.

There was another bridge that came from the opposite side of the cave. There were all of these people on the opposite side that were watching, including the guys that were in the back of the shop from earlier. It didn't take them long to send their opponent across. Some of them had even set up tents and what not.

So, you already know I was supposed to fight Manei, my very own dream guide. But I didn't know that just yet. (TBH I didn't pick up on it until halfway into the fight.) Because when she came across, I hardly recognized her. She had cut her hair short (not really short, just short enough to lay flat on top of the head.) She wasn't wearing her headband. Though I guess what threw me for a loop was the idea that Manei had picked a fight with anyone. She's always given me the vibe that she was something of a pacifist.

But the reason I didn't recognize her was the fact that her energy/aura that I usually felt seemed completely absent. It was strange, and I am still not 100% sure that the character that I fought was her.

She tried to taunt me into attacking first, but I remained quiet and motionless. Eventually she just charged right at me, winding up for a big punch right in the face. It was like facing down a charging bull.

I simply sidestepped and tripped her with one foot as she came in. I honestly did not expect that to work at all. She fell forward but managed to catch herself. She got to her feet ready to fight again. She went in for a couple kicks. I noticed that her form was horrible, she wasn't guarding her body and seemed off balance.

When she moved in for a punch I was able to duck under her. I was coming around to elbow her in the back when I realized that I was fighting Manei, and what I was about to do could really hurt someone. I tried to think of another way that I could end this fight quickly without really hurting her. I for some reason thought of how in Avatar, that one girl (Ty Lee was it?) can Chi-Block her opponents and paralyze them without hurting them.

I threw a couple of random quick jabs to her back and (Because lucid dream) it worked. Her right arm was completely paralyzed, hanging limp at her side. She came around with her left and tried to punch me. I grabbed her with my left and twisted her wrist around so that she was off balance. Two more jabs with my right arm and both arms were paralyzed.

I stood back and looked at her. Her hair was long now, but undone and messy. For some reason the dream became really detailed here. I could see every detail in her. Her facial expression, full of aggression. Her arms, that she was already starting to get feeling back in them. She was opening and closing her fists. I could even see her breath in the cold air of the cave. The cave itself became more detailed too. I could now hear the waterfalls and see little crystals inside the stone floor.

The fight dragged on for a few minutes of interlude combat. She didn't manage to land a single solid hit, despite giving it her all. I didn't land many hits either, I was being very careful not to hurt her.

After awhile, She didn't want to fight anymore, she wanted to wrestle. I put my hands into my pockets. She ran right at me ready to grab me and take me to the floor. When she got in close, I jumped back, and landed on my back, feet in the air. She jumped for me and I kicked her up and behind me. I heard a splash sound. By the time I got up I saw the spot in the water where she had gone in.

I began to notice that she wasn't coming back up. Either that kick or the cold water had knocked her out.

"Huh... man... that water looks cold!"

I jumped in and fished her out. Despite being fully lucid, she seemed impossibly heavy and I was barely able to lift her out. I managed to get her back up onto the arena. She coughed up a bunch of water.

For some reason or another, I had to carry her across back to her family. And my oh my, I wish I had a smaller dream guide. One of the martial arts guys came over to me, the oldest and most experienced. He told me that it was customary for dream guides to fight their dreamer at least once. He gave some reasoning behind it, but I didn't find it very valid, or think that it applied to me and her.

He also told me about how you might expect that most of the time the guide would win, but in reality it is actually about 50/50. In most cases it really depends on the personality of the dreamer/guide rather than their position.

The last thing that I remember was her little sister of about six years old (or who I assumed was her little sister) running up and asking if she was okay. She had gone unconscious again. I told her that she would be fine. The dream ended and I woke up.

I had a very odd dream about Marcus, a persistent DC who I haven't seen in awhile. He told me that he had been practicing martial arts and wanted to spar with me to test his ability.

We were fighting in what felt like a mix between a school and an office building. And we were on a very high floor as well. I don't recall the setting all that well, but I do recall seeing Marcus very clearly. His head looked a little too big for his body though. He was fighting pretty well, but he was doing so in business attire, and that was a little weird. The whole thing was pretty weird now that I think about it, a 50-something man who had shown no athletic ability prior to now was demonstrating proficiency in martial arts.

I can recall he threw a lot of kicks, and I was having a hard time keeping up with him and blocking/dodging all of his attacks. He kept asking me if he was fighting correctly. I told him that it was taking all of my concentration to keep up with him.

The scene shifted to my taekwondo studio at one point or another.

Something to do with a new music building being added to my high school. It has all of this wood paneling and all of this bamboo growing out around the sides.


There was some crazy war going on where two armies were fighting over a supply of peanut butter.

The battlefield is this huge open meadow, surrounded by thick woods. There are a couple of mountains in the distance. The area sort of has a minecraft feel to it, though nothing appears to be made of blocks. I also recall seeing a cartoon drawing that was a map of the battlefield and contained the tactics used by the armies with drawings of cartoon soldiers killing one another. The map was drawn on very high quality parchment paper.

The battle began. One army was clad mostly in steel armor and used swords. All of the men in this army looked really short, and they all looked the same. They appeared to be the more formal army. [Dream Logic]They also had trebuchets that were launching large jars of peanut butter at the enemies that would explode on impact. The peanut butter was sticky and supposedly would slow down the advance of the enemy. [/Dream Logic]

The other army was a small band of tribal men with long dark hair who rode on horseback. They had a very native-american feel to them. They fought with spears and bows mostly. Although they seemed inferior in numbers their tactics and skill in combat was impressive.

Somehow I got into the fight. A group of the steel clad men came after me. I became partially lucid. I started fighting with them; running at them and disarming one. I took his sword and used it to cut down a couple of others. One ran at me from behind, yet somehow I could sense him coming. (Partial lucidity?) I threw him over my left side, both stabbing him and taking his sword. Dual wield. I turned to see what looked like a lieutenant of the steel army readying a bow. (His armor was fancier, I assumed he was important.) I threw one of the swords and it stuck right in his face impaling him.

I then see a couple of the tribe men charging at me on horseback. I throw the other sword, that for some reason becomes a spear when I throw it. It strikes the leader in the leg and also injures his horse who falls over and the whole group trips over him and falls down on him in an almost comedic fashion. A couple of guys manage to get out of the confused pile of horses and charge me. I pick up another sword and get ready to fight when the dream changes.

...

Somehow or other I found myself in my living room. Manei was there, laying on the couch. And for some reason or other I didn't quite grasp that I was dreaming. I thought for some reason that I was awake and imagining that she was there. Something was amiss.

For some reason I still had a spear on me from the previous dream. I was examining it a little, and spinning it around like a bo staff. (Not sure how, though, the living room in our house is tiny.)

She told me that she was upset because she had gotten in trouble with her guide, and that she overall wasn't feeling well. I did my best to be understanding, but I don't think I've ever seen her not all happy and bubbly like she usually is until now. Not having the best grasp of dream/reality didn't help either. I didn't really know what to do, so I dropped the spear and sat down on the other couch across from her, and the dream faded out.

I wonder if I could find Manei's guide and talk to him/her. That's either a really good or really bad idea. The bottom line is: I'm getting somewhere, albeit slowly.

-A particularly violent and vivid frag involving me fighting an older military type man with a spear and winning when he decided to commit suicide.

-Something to do with 'Interstellar'

-Something to do with my mom's friend's kids.

-Something to do with wanting a weapon for Christmas being a good thing.

-My friend K's dad had taken up metal-sculpting and he had made all of these hilarious cartoon statues of people screaming and pouting.

This was a very strange one. I was in what felt like a Wendy’s or McDonalds, save for the place was deserted, and it felt like it was closed. I was sitting in the corner along with a dream character who I did not recognize, but was a male.
[Dream Logic] They showed me a box full of these cutouts that were made out these really tough foam. They were cut into radial snowflake like patterns and he told me about how they were ‘Grow your own spaceships’. All you had to do was add water and they would turn into a spaceship. [/Dream Logic]
To be honest, the DC might have been Marcus, but I can’t remember. The dream was so blurry. This seems crazy even for something he would come up with.
So I took two of them out of the box. We had a cup of water and we used these little eyedroppers to get them started. The foam starts to puff up, and sure enough metal paneling begins to emerge and build. Watching this thing self-assemble is strange. It is fascinating to watch. The assemble seems something like a transformer, and I eventually see a rocket engine assemble in the center.
“Ya see that? That’s the kind of engine that will get you to Mars!”
The dream carried on for a long time as the spaceship continued to grow, transform and change. For some reason my spaceship turned into a large dark green suitcase with rocket motors on the bottom, and lights on the inside. The DC told me that the foam cutout was faulty and that I would try with another one. I lost the dream around there.

Something to do with being in a rather small room with a pool and a hot tub. For some reason all of the tiles are a rich forest green and there are high, narrow windows running along the top of the wall.

I am with S. We are in my room together and there is a large wall-mounted flatscreen TV on the wall where the dresser should be. We are sitting on the end of my bed, wrapped in blankets and eating popcorn out of a huge bowl. S wants to watch an adventure time episode called 'Finn's Future Nightmare'
The episode is supposed to center around Finn's future son who in the episode is this nightmarish monstrosity. There are a couple of blurry indistinguishable scenes that go on for a minute or two, then one of his shadow. It pans up to show a silhouette of the character. He is huge and brawny and has sword blades in the place of his hands.
There are then some scenes of him terrorizing innocent candy people. For some reason they are in this really realistic setting. This is followed by a scene of adult Finn rushing at him with the Grass Sword and Jake who has morphed into a shield. Supposedly in this future of adventure time, Jake can change not only the shape of his body but the composition; so his shield transformation actually looks like a shield.
His son steps out of the shadow. He looks like a little bit like the basic Finn (Save for muscles and sword hands) with the same outfit, and he has five or six of these pinwheel devices running up his shirt like buttons. They open and expand and fire energy out in different colors. Finn blocks them with the sword and he charges into melee range.
...
Finn wakes up from his nightmare, and Jake asks him what he dreamed about. He says he doesn't want to talk about it.

I am casually strolling along in the industrial park that is a few blocks from my house. The area has become a swamp and the factories are abandoned and flooded. It was some kind of post-apocalyptic future where my town had been destroyed and flooded, and the boardwalk had been built as a means for the new generation to walk around and explore what past towns and cities looked like.
Also, for some reason in this dream, I was like 14 or 15 years old. (I was walking around in the body that I had when I was 14 or 15. Something to do with cloning me.)
I had my computer with me. I approached a sitting area on the boardwalk and opened it up. I began typing up (in a word document) my dreams from earlier in the night when I was approached by a group of maybe six people. Some of them had vague resemblances to kids who used to bully me in middle school. One of them tried to grab at my computer, but I closed it.
I then remembered that it was when I turned fifteen that I started taking self defense classes. I wondered if my skills were any good. I saw one of the bullies try to do a mock kick to make fun of that fact, but he fell over backwards.
Another bully tried to grab my computer from my arms but I backed away. I leaped into the air and kicked him in the face. He fell over and I landed. A guy charged at me from the right and swung at me. I ducked. He then tried to uppercut me. I leaned back. Another guy came at me from the left. I kicked him in the gut and he fell over. The guy on my left swiped at me, and two more guys were coming in. I threw my computer up over me and caught it behind my back. I thought to myself how I should be careful doing stunts because I don't want my laptop to be broken or stolen.
Even though I was holding my own in this fight, for some reason I decided to try to get these guys off of me.
I yelled: "Police Officer!" and pointed behind them. All of the bullies looked where I pointed.
There was nobody there.
One of the bullies yelled "Oh, Sh*t!", and they all started running as if they were actually in trouble.
Dream characters don't get much more stupid than that.
But if that wasn't strange enough, I started running too. I can't remember why. I guess I figured that they might realize that there actually was no police officer and would try to chase me down. As I was running, I noticed that I was barefoot, and I seemed to be pushing off the ground with just my toes.
I then noticed that the frequency of my steps was very low. I was taking one step every ten feet and the way I was bounding off the ground; I almost seemed to be floating.
I became partially lucid, dropped my computer and started flying when the dream ended.

I recall some dream where I was playing (I think LittleBigPlanet) or a very similar game. I was trying to make a level but I needed these unlockables from the core game to do so. I kept on having to begrudgingly go back to playing the game so that I could unlock enough points to continue making my level.
...
I recall this once scene toward the end where I had made the whole level one layer deep with this material that had a red and orange wavy pattern on it.

I was at my Taekwondo Studio. Though it feels bigger. I recall there are many familiar faces from the studio but also many people I have never seen before.
There was this heavily built kid of, I think middle eastern descent. I couldn't put my finger on where he was from but it was obviously not the united states, and he didn't speak English very well. Anyways, he invites me to have a friendly sparring match and I agree to do so. For some reason I agree to do so.
We get into position. For some reason there are these railings on either side of us so that we can't move to the side. We start fighting and because this was a dream about my Taekwondo studio, I obviously apply techniques I have learned in class.
This kid may be strong but he is soooo sloooww! All of his moves are blatantly telegraphed, and he doesn't seem to know much outside of throwing punches.
At one point or another he comments that my techniques are 'unconventional'.
I attempt to fight back by throwing kicks. For some reason, I can't seem to throw a decent kick.
At the end of our fight, I manage to get behind the guy, and grab his arms. I recall one of the holds we learned in class and and slowly manage to bend him into it. He doesn't try to kick me or break out, he just tries to resist me as I slowly get him into a hold. After I pin him, the dream ends.

I recall two instances of Dream Music this morning. The first one was a very errie woman singing. I can't quite put my finger on the style, but it was sort of Gothic but still Modern sounding, like atuo-tune had been used. The second one came about as I became more awake. I recognized it as Crystal Mountian by Synsun.

I seriously wonder what is up with my brain sometimes.

Some long and very dull dream about some activity night going on at my dorm room. Most of it already slipped through my memory anyway. Skip.

Spoiler for Proceed at your own risk:

I was back at my old high school, having the classic 'class that I forgot dream'. I was at the school after hours though, so everybody had left and I was walking down the halls alone.
I come across one of the school janitors on my way out. But he doesn't look like one of the school janitors. He's a black man, probably about 60. Very small and skinny with a thin beard and big round eyes. And he's wearing these formal British clothes with a scarf and what not, all in this obnoxious brownish-orange color.
He starts asking me questions, but some of them seem a little off. He then takes me to show me his greatest secret. He walks me over to the old trophy case and opens a secret door to a back room that I didn't know existed.
This was the weird part. He has a huge secret room, right next to where the principals office was. And the entire wall of the room, every inch of it is covered in framed photographs of erect penises. All of the photos had been taken from the same angle. The man gestures to the center of the wall where there is a photograph of a huge penis. He says it is his and that he has the biggest one out of anyone he as photographed.
He was literally the winner of a dick measuring contest.
There is also a duplicate of the trophy case along each side wall of the room. Both trophy cases were filled with adult penis toys.
The man keeps giving me this really creepy look where he smiles and his eyes seem to bug out of his head. His teeth look fake. I woke up. It was the middle of the night.

I can recall in being what felt like my cousin's sub. I was walking down the street. I had become partially lucid.
...
My recall is more than a little patchy but I can recall at one point, I went inside of a house. The first room had a bunch of doors in it. There is also a bed and a dresser. A small piece of wallpaper peeled off from between two doors, entirely by itself.
The wallpaper then folded itself into a diaper. Parts of stretched out to become small legs and part of it ripped to become a mouth. Oh yeah, and because it was a diaper, it was full with crap that came out of nowhere. It had basically become this little monster thing that I wound up fighting.
The diaper had some connection to the house. Like the family that lived there had a baby and they made diapers out of wallpaper or something.
So we ended up having the worlds longest fight. I held the upper hand being... well a human and not a diaper. I can't recall the fight play-by-play but there was a part where I was whacking it with a big stick that I found under a bed that was in the room. There was a part where the diaper climbed onto the ceiling and tried to jump down on top of me.
There was even a part where I used firebending and the 'Fus roh dah' shout from Skyrim to blast it into a corner.
Eventually for whatever reason, the diaper monster became a squirrel. At this point I stopped fighting it and turned to walk back outside, only to find that the door that had led me into this random room led back out into my bedroom.
I looked outside. The weather was cold and grey. A rumble of thunder was heard in the distance. For whatever reason I decided I wanted to try flying. I opened the window, forced out the screen. I then did a last-minute stabilization by rubbing my hands together, and saying 'I'm dreaming!'
I then jumped out the window, and fell like a rock into the bush below my window.
Then I suddenly thought "What if this is real life, and I just jumped out of the window in real life?!" I did a nose pinch. I could breathe.
"Wait..." I said to myself. I forget what indicates being in a dream. Being able to breathe or not being able to breathe? Because I can most defiantly breathe." I then remember, being able to breathe means you are dreaming.
For a few moments I managed to anchor myself on the cold wind that was blowing in the dream. I start to become very lucid when I lose the dream.

FA in my college dorm room. I have peed in the bed. I get up and start changing out of my clothes.

FA in my home bedroom. I have peed in the bed here as well. I do a reality check and become lucid momentarily lucid before FAing once more.

FA. Something to do with the Simpsons of all things. Bart is buying these special schoolbooks that come with cereal. Supposedly these were supposed to help improve his grades because if you read the books while eating the cereal, you remember them better. Bart his happy because the cereal is dinosaur shapes.

I wake up into WL. Reality check and fortunately, I have not wet the bed.

I'm putting these dreams in out of order because I like to put lucid dreams last. I actually had the lucid dream at around 1:30 in the morning, and this non-lucid upon awakening.

So I am in/watching a Kung-Fu movie. The dream is periodically glitching between having the main character be autonomous and it being me. That said the main character looks a little like Bruce Lee crossed with my typical dream self. (Bicolored eyes and goggles).
Anyways, I remember talking to a sensei (Not the person from DV, just a typical sensei character in a kung fu movie.) He was glitching too. He sometimes looked like the typical sensei character with long white hair and a beard. But at other points he looked like this very fat rat type creature.
Anyways, apparently my character had disowned many teachers before this one for various reasons and was happy that he had found one that conformed best to his teaching style.
Back to watching it. We were training together, both of us standing on the rocks in the middle of a huge rushing river, doing synchronized movements. There are huge mountains off in the distance.

There is a part in the movie where this boy and my WL parents came to visit us. The boy was supposedly six despite being about 5'10" and 200 pounds. He had some kind of growth disorder. Also, at this point we were training on a tropical beach.

Now the climax of the story. The character that I am supposed to defeat is this demon. It kind of looks like the golem that appeared in that dream a couple nights ago, and has red vines wrapped around its body, and is made of dark stone pieces. But this one is much smaller, like 10-12 feet tall.
Also we were fighting in a very strange location, some kind of birthday party for one of the secondary characters. Nobody ran away from the party. They all made a big circle around the two of us and started taking pictures/video with their phones.
I think this was actually my second time fighting him. The first time, my character had lost, horribly. He had bloody bandages all over his body from where the vines had hit him during the first battle, and the atmosphere just felt like that of a rematch.
I am watching once more. The character then closes his eyes and begins 'feeling' where all the vines are going to come from. He then strikes them and knocks them away. Some of them even rip apart and become unusable. It was a remarkably exciting scene and there was some epic Chinese drum music playing while it was happening. He eventually runs at the golem and begins fighting it directly.

Very odd way of the dream starting. I start to feel someone rubbing my feet and the dream begins to materialize with that.
So for some reason the dream has decided to materialize like so: I am in a huge mall or food court where there are a ton of people of all different ages, races, ethnicity, etc. There is no more seating available because of the crowd, so we are now sitting propped against the wall.
And Manei is there, rubbing my feet. Okay, I officially have the weirdest dream guide possible to think: I want the dream to start with me rubbing his feet in some random public place and then we can start talking.
So lucidity comes on after like ten whole minutes and some very strange dream glitches occur that I can't recall now.
I turn to her and ask this, knowing that I will get an interesting response.
"Your hands are so soft! What do you use?"
"Tomato Juice!"
"You took a bath in tomato juice?"
"Yeah!"
I pause for a moment.
"Okay, time to do one of the lucid tasks, if I can remember it..."
I try to recall a lucid task. I recall what I think was one of the old ones, to ask a dream character to tell you a word in another language and it's meaning.
"Tell me a word in your language and it's meaning."
"Okay... Vveven! It means god is above. God is love. I love god."
"You know I'm atheist... right?"
"I know. I'm telling you the word. Not what to believe."
Can I get wings for this?
I get up and indicate that she could follow if she wants to. I want to leave the crowded area.

Then there is a strange dream glitch. I become nonlucid and see this game set up to be played in the middle of the public place. The game is called 'F**k off, Rabbit!" and you play it with a pack of colored markers and all of these different coloring pages. I don't know how, but it has something to do with the drawing of a rabbit is hidden in each of the coloring pages, and the game is supposed to be very hard.

I am lucid one more, and still walking out of the place. I look around to find Manei and see her melting into the crowd. Okay, not following. I get outside where there is a vast, clear twilight sky. The dream slowly shifts from the exterior of the mall to my own neighborhood.
Although the sun is setting in my neighborhood, it feels more like the wee hours of the morning. The moon is rising where the sun should be. The moon also looks huge.
It is cold. It must be spring or fall. Not horribly cold, but quite brisk none the less.
I get about halfway down the street and stop. Someone drives past me in a sliver car and looks at me strange.
Time to do some flying.
I put my hands down to my side, and project my energy out, the way I always fly.
Nothing seems to be happening. I can feel my weight starting to come off of my legs.
I then tried to Jump to start the flying up. I jumped up and floated in the air for a second. Tried projecting out of my hands and felt the flying 'catch' and I was off. I also remember seeing my shadow on the pavement. I think this is the first time I have ever noticed a shadow during a dream.
I said something like 'Heck Yeah!' and flew over the tops of some houses. I went above the woods behind my sub and turned to look back at it. I was thinking that I might try to fly into outer space.
Now, a foot massage: weird. A tomato juice bath: weird. But this takes the cake. I turn around to see it and the dream freezes. I lose a ton of clarity and the the image of my neighborhood from above is frozen in front of me. But the strange thing is, my neighborhood is not there at all. Just a blurry black void surrounded by trees.
The image of my neighborhood pulls back. It becomes evident that it is like a large photograph printed on a sheet of paper. I am now hovering in an empty black void, because the visual of the world has been compressed into this picture. Then, the photograph folds all origami up into a face. I am not kidding, and becomes a floating head that starts talking to me. The dream was literally talking to me.
"Hey, Woah!, Sorry! I don't know what your sub looks like from above."
"Sorry."
"Not your fault. I was the one who didn't know what it looked like."

The dream glitches agian. I am looking at this space station in orbit above earth. Apparently the moon was so huge in that dream because it was falling to earth and about to impact it, and that space station was supposed to monitor the event as it happened.
I can recall the space station having this strange glass pod one one side that I was very focused on for some reason. It looked like some kind of escape pod.
It was at this point that I realized that I was still dreaming and woke myself up because I wanted to make sure that I recalled the lucid dream.

Oh, sure. My subconcious can't show me what my sub looks like when I fly above it, but it sure loves to show me what the moon looks like impacting earth and designing these random space stations.

My friend was so kind as to call me on Skype and talk to me for half an hour that all I got last night was frags.

Something to do with my old crush from sophomore year of high school. I tried to ask her out but she turned me down. As I looked at her closer I noticed that she was actually really ugly. She had very large bulbous eyes for her head that were bloodshot. Some of her friends looked like that too.

Something to do with my grandparents. They had moved into this house in the middle of town and they were fighting about frying pans. My parents went over to their house to try to break up the fight, but the fight eventually turned violent.

I am in a walled city that feels like Ba Sing Se (From ATLA) mixed with the city from Attack on Titan. (God help me for the name.) The city is supposedly a refuge for people who possess any type of magical or special power.

I am in a district of the city that has these tall cubic glass skyscrapers and all of these lighted signs written in an incomprehensible language. It looked to be one of the wealthier districts of the city.
I cannot recall much until these five kids show up. They are the villians; Supposedly each one of them has the power to turn into a monster that is representative of the world's greatest fears.
One monster is representative of the fear of spiders. It is a large humanoid with spider legs coming from its back. The entire monster is made of millions of spiders and held together with spider webbing. Also, for some reason, the monster has an oven in its chest that spiders come out of.
Another monster is representative of death and is represented by a hulking humanoid form that is made of a mass of bones.
Another monster is representative of the fear of becoming overweight (because I guess that ranks among the five greatest fears in the world) and is a huge grease blob.
I cannot recall what the remaining two monsters were. I think one of them had to do with bees.
Then Goku (Dragonball) and Soul&Maka(Soul Eater) show up. I think the guy from Onepeice was there too (Can't recall his name). There were many other characters there as well, all of them looked like heroes, but I cannot recall any more at this time. Goku is supposedly the captain of the city's defense force. He starts yelling orders to everyone on how to fight the monster.
Then I 'remembered' that I was a demon weapon too (Soul Eater) but I couldn't remember who wielded me. I just recall that I was some kind of sword or spear and somebody was using me. While I was in weapon form, I could still see, but everything was a dark blue color. Whoever was using me was fighting the spider monster.

So I was in my kitchen. There is some strange man there trying to convince me to eat a cold eggo waffle with chocolate chips and cheddar cheese on it. I tell him this is the single most disgusting thing that I have ever seen and that I refuse to eat it.

I was in some kind of zombie apocalypse, driving in a Jeep-like vehicle with another man. He ends up driving into a wall, crashing and dying. I get out of the car and see a zombie horde coming down the hill. The world we are in looks like fallout.
I start running back the other way we are driving. I have a large machine-gun like weapon that fires some special type of ammunition. However it seems as though I can only harm the zombies when they are within say, 50 feet of me.
I retreat under a highway overpass, where I end up getting cornered. My machine gun runs out of ammo and I switch to my secondary. A small handgun that fires some kind of special bullets. Supposedly it was supposed to be used by the president for defense during the zombie apocalypse, but the president had died and I had found the weapon.
There were only a couple of zombies left by this point, so I figured I could finish them off then hopefully find some more ammo. I started shooting but realized that the pistol was completely ineffective. The zombies pushed me onto the ground. One of them started talking, saying that it was going to take a lot more than that to kill them. He has one of the special bullets stuck in his head. The special bullet has these radiator fins on the side.
Then the zombies came down on me and just as they were about to rip me apart and eat me, I lost the dream.

My parents have sent me to some summer camp for 'gifted' children along with my cousin E. The summer camp is supposed to teach us to use our gifts to fight demons or something. The camp is held in a remote part of Florida.
There was sort of a long chunk of time where I completely forgot about what happened.
We find a magical portal in a tent, and decide to go through it. I find myself deep in a jungle area and E is nowhere to be found. I come across this large aztec-like stone temple.
A number of dream characters emerge in a formation. All of them are wearing white robes. All of the men are playing drums and all of the women are waving large palm leaves around. A man appears in the middle who looks like the conqueror villain from the fantasy battle dream awhile back. He pulls out a large curved sword and challenges me to a duel. I accept. The dream characters form a circle around us preventing me from leaving.
It dawns on me a few moments later that I am about to fight this guy unarmed. One of the dream characters surrounding us gives me a knife. I think quickly and decide to try and throw the knife, but it seems to be stuck to my hand. My opponent slashes me and I wake up.

Okay, so another dream about graduation. This time I get to choose teachers to give this special award to. And it's basically the worst thing you could ever imagine trying to do in a dream: Filling out a chart. Yeah, that's right so in order to give one of my teachers the award I have to sign their names nine times as some kind of formality.
Doing this in a non lucid dream took forever as every time I looked away, the names would change all over the place, boxes would go blank or get filled in on their own. After like half an hour of dream time had ticked by, I finally had the chart filled out. A woman came in, asked me if I was done, and took me to find my teachers.
She leads me into the back. I follow a maze of hallways and rooms. At one point, I come to a set of stairs with a sign posted at the top: This way to Nuclear Reactor. If I had been lucid at this point I would have gone and checked it out, but being non lucid, I just thought 'Well, that can't be the right place...'
We continue walking and then lucidity hits me like a sack of bricks. I don't want to instantly break the flow of the dream. I run my hand along the brick wall as we walk picking up some stability. I begin to think of how I could alter this dream to better suit me. I think that my dream guide is sort of a teacher. What if I could nudge the dream so that we were going to see her rather than my waking life teachers.
Turns out it's neither of the above. We arrive and the woman who led me here (almost as if she is scared) runs off. There is simply a small boy who is dressed like a teacher, and spinning a pen around on his finger. The boy turns to me and gives me this evil grin. I focus in on his face and forget about the environment. He begins to distort and transform in a freakish way and becomes a horribly ugly middle aged man. He then throws the pen at me and mid-flight the pen becomes a spear.
I snap away from looking at him and realize that we are now in a meadow. There are trees in the distance, but this looks like a very large arena-like meadow. I turn to one side and the spear flies past my face. (I don't know why I was dodging the spears. I've already done regeneration before. I could surely have regenerated from any wound that I received.) The dream character pulls more pens from his pocket. I dodge several of the spears and try to get in close. The DC runs away with almost superhuman speed and heads up a large hill. I jump and begin flying as I chase him.
When I get to the top of the hill. I see him there. He throws two more spears, and I dodge both of them while hovering in the air. I see my sketchbook on the hill. I get an idea to use my sketchbook to get me something to defeat him. I tell myself that whatever appears on the page when I open it will be how I defeat this dream character.
I open it and it is a picture of my friend S. When I look at it, I think about a lucid dream S told me about where he was a human-animal hybrid with a blue Tasmanian Devil that had blue fir and Ice powers (Sounds like an awesome dream.) That would be perfect. I tell myself that S will appear and help me face the dream character.
A giant ice comet crashes down in the valley below me, forming a large crater. S stands up, and he is a blue human-animal hybrid just like he described in his lucid dream. I grab the evil dream character and lift him into the air with me. I look at S and tell him to hit the character. I then throw the evil dream character right at S. But rather than hitting the character back at me, he just stands there like a deer in headlights until the villain character hits him. There is a large explosion and I wake up.