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Tonight was one of those nights where very little made sense at all. But I got some lucids, so meh.

I’m in this super creepy place, with dark hallways and catacombs everywhere. It looks a bit like a level from Dark Souls. Surprisingly, despite the terrifying atmosphere, the whole dream is kinda light-hearted. Which is good, because some weird stuff starts happening. At one point I pass by some guy that looks like Fat Albert, with the red sweater and everything. He walks down the hallway, followed by another Fat Albert. They both reach the end of the hallway before turning back, and I can see that both of their eyes are bleeding. I turn down the other path and end up in this restaurant, which has the same creepy atmosphere as everything else. At one of the booths in the back corner, there’s a corpse hanging from a noose. I’m finally a little creeped out by this, so I turn around, but I eventually come back, only to find that now the corpse is gone, and instead there’s a creepy looking guy in a cowboy hat sitting in a chair right under the noose. I start to approach him, but he stands up and looks at me - it’s actually my good friend Jake from college. He explains that they’re advertising an upcoming Halloween event at the school, so the Student Activities department have decorated the entire building for it. He begins to explain the event, but I suddenly get something in my eye, so I can’t look at him while he’s talking.

I’m now at the church I went to while at college, and it’s the Sunday after graduation. A ton of people are congratulating me on graduating. Our old music pastor is back, and the whole church is surprisingly packed, so I end up sitting in one of the only seats left, next to this elderly couple. There’s some intro video played on the screen, and all I remember was that it was produced by “Dragonball Z Media”, meaning it was probably a bit bizarre that it was played in church. The band gets up, and the music pastor announces that I’ll be playing with them one last time. I’m a little worried, since I didn’t practice with them at all. I get on stage, sit down at the piano, and take a look over the setlist, which consists of odd music choices from bands like “UTrue” and “Carly Rae Apocalypse”. I’m thankfully interrupted by my alarm, as (ironically) this dream is probably more confusing and worrisome than the last.

Didn’t take nearly as long of a WBTB this time as I did last time - only about 30 minutes. I’m in a really run-down McDonald’s, and after waiting in line behind this girl that I know, I go to the counter and order a Gatorade and a bag of M&M’s. The guy hands me my Gatorade, and I sit down at an empty table. Some super fat guy sits right next to me and starts telling me about his day. He’s talking to me like I know him, though I have absolutely no clue who he is, and I don’t want to be rude and tell him to leave. Luckily, I remember that I didn’t get my M&M’s, so I walk up to the counter and show them my receipt. The employee (who looks like some nerdy guy, probably 17 or 18) asks if I can buy him a bag too. At first I laugh, because I think he’s joking, but he stares at me like he’s serious. “Um, we’ll see…” He reaches under the counter, pulls out 4 packages of M&M’s and places them on the counter, then returns to staring at me. “I just ordered one, thanks,” I say as I take the top bag and walk away.

I’m on the set of a Parks and Recreation/The Office crossover movie. Filming has wrapped up for the day, and the actors that play Jim Halpert and Ann Perkins come with me to record voice-overs for some cartoon version of the movie. We enter the recording studio, a fairly large room with those 80’s wood/laminate walls on all sides. There’s a door to the bathroom, which strangely locks from the outside. I turn the lock to go inside, but I manage to break the lock, as well as the section of wall next to the door. I enter anyway, but now I can tell there’s a gaping hole from the outside, meaning everyone can see me do my business. I realize I don’t have to go that bad, so I go back out the door, which breaks the wall even more. Now almost the entire wall separating the bathroom is down to just studs. And now there’s quite a draft. A surprisingly powerful draft. So powerful, in fact, that it starts blowing me away. I grab onto the doorframe to secure myself, but I realize that this seems familiar and become lucid. I let go of the frame and let the wind carry me high up in the sky, where I continue to fly on my own. I’m incredibly high, and I admire the city skyline in the distance. The wind is still blowing, however, and I get rolled upside down a few times, but unlike previous flying lucids, it doesn’t cause me to wake up. In fact, I have a surprising amount of control of my flight, other than the rolling.

I start flying over a large drag racing strip just in time to witness one of the cars slam into a wall and flip over a few times. I should probably check to see if they’re okay. I make a fairly slow descent, as I watch the paramedics arrive on the scene. Fortunately, as soon as I land, the guy gets out of the car unscathed. He shouts like he’s excited to be alive. So excited, in fact, that he exclaims he wants to, uh… do things with these three women standing by the track. I decide to leave him to it, and turn around to walk off, only to walk right into a bush. It actually kinda hurts a bit, but I think to myself that it’s a good way to stabilize the dream. Of course, as soon as I say that, I immediately wake up. I journal this new dream and go back to sleep.

Once again, it’s the Sunday after graduation, and apparently there’s a second commencement service following the first one on Saturday. It’s not required, and it’s much less formal - lots of people were wearing t-shirts and jeans. A couple guys were even dressed up like Willie Robertson from Duck Dynasty, with the American flag bandana on their heads and glued-on beards. I’m in the main auditorium when I get a text from my parents that they’re outside. I head out, and for some reason end up helping the custodians carry out a huge trash bag on my way out. It unfortunately splits open when I get outside, spilling a ton of water all over the place, but at least it’s outside. I go back inside with my parents, and I see a ton of people in their graduation regalia filing into the auditorium super fast. I jump in line and ask what’s going on - the commencement doesn’t start for another hour or so. They explain to me that somehow everyone in the auditorium got put under some spell, and we have to break them from their trance.

The graduates line up in a huge circle around the outside edge of the auditorium. They start singing this incredibly fast choir song, but I have no idea how it goes, so I just lip sync for a while. I lean to the person next to me and whisper, “I don’t know this song at all.”
“Doesn’t matter, just have fun with it.”
I look over and realize who I’m talking to - it’s Vi. Holy crap, I’m dreaming? Of course, I’m dreaming! I become lucid, though I’m still not 100% thinking clearly, as I still want to break everyone free from the spell. I walk towards center stage and start improvising a solo, which is pretty much just “O Come O Come Emmanuel” in fake Italian. In the interest of putting on a show, I start flying upwards while still singing. The song starts to get more intense, eventually turning into a hard rock/gospel song, and I start flying around the whole auditorium as close to the seats as possible. The whole thing has a weird Elite Beat Agents feel to it. I finish with a sick impromptu guitar solo, and the crowd applauds before I wake up.

My husband kept waking me up with all of his snoring. He kept saying "stop" & "quit waking me up" until finally I went into my grandkids room & tried to sleep. Then he came in early this morning & started yelling at me. He wanted to know why I wasn't in our bed. He didn't remember me trying to get him to turn over. Nothing like a grumpy husband when you haven't had much sleep. Sigh. Anyway, no lucids & I lost the dream I was having due to being woke up abruptly.

May LD goals: 3/20 LDs achieved.

No LDs, unfortunately, but very vivid experiences.

bedtime (11:30pm-12am): 1 cap 50mcg Huperzine-A + 60mg ginko biloba, 1mg melatonin, 1 Opti-Men multivitamin (repeat of last Friday's supplement night)

early:
(recalled this while recording later dreams, probably from an earlier sleep cycle so little detail)

+ I'm on a bed in a room

Spoiler for sexy content:

kneeling (bottomless apparently) on the bedspread/sheet with knees spread. I rub my (ahem) on the sheet/spread back and forth and I get the thought [50% sure] that doing this will give me powers and summon (someone?). I then see two girls sitting a few feet away from the room and ask (mental control?) them to come to me. One of them does and we have sex (girl on top CG) for a bit and I climax? 3rd person by that point and no sensation that I recall

a long sequence of vivid scenes:

+ in the fast food restaurant (ice maker, coffee cup close-up, walk through tables)

+ [vivid] see dad and his vivid curly red hair, he has too much hair, "looks, boys, that's where you get your curly hair from!" I'm puzzled because his hair is too long and he looks very young. The view of my dad's face/head/hair is stable and I'm looking at it/thinking about it for a minute or more.

I see a table with a picture on it in a large room, it's a celebration for my dad, there's another table celebrating another elderly man, their pictures are each on a stand on each table, and one is labelled "75" and one "76", and I know my dad is older than this

+ On steep street, my sons are on bikes/3-wheeled scooters going down. I can't see how they're braking, and I look and see S1 is dragging his feet on the asphalt in order to slow down (he's wearing sandals), I then show him how to use the hand brake on the handelbar (but it makes the wheels lock up?) it doesn't work well. I then think about the new style of disk brakes for bicycles.

At the bottom of the hill we keep going, then my kids go ahead and I go around a guy standing by his a car in order to meet up with them on the other side.

[vivid] I am in a backyard of some house (daytime/light), there is an attractive girl there and we're sitting at a table under a large umbrella. We're going to have some white wine [DAY RESIDUE: I was browsing for some white wine at the store earlier in the day]. She complains that "but the cork is a red wine cork!" and I uncork the wine and closely inspect the wine cork. It is a bit like a champagne cork, flanged (wider) at the bottom and I think this confirms her assessment. I'm trying to read the label and get the impression that it is Californian famous but fairly mass-marked wine (Mondavi perhaps? "M" impression). The bottle is dark green, traditionally shaped. A (narrator? I read?) says that "this bottle/wine was produced in a facility that also processes cumin and cardamom" I see along the bottom rim of the bottle a light/sparse dusting of brown powder, I run a finger through this and taste it [no taste] and this confirms the statement.

I pour us each a small (like a shotglass) of the wine, I give the larger glass to the girl as a gentlemanly gesture. I then wonder if she is going to toss it back in a single gulp. She does, and I do the same [no taste recalled.] Then she's eating something stringy that looks like noodles, and I'm thinking about saying "what you did produced a bitter taste in the back of your mouth" (like we were Frenching?). I think that it's pretty nasty to french kiss while eating stuff. The girl gets up and there's some other guy and they say s.l. "does he [some other guy?] know about [ejaculation?]"

I'm inside the house now and the girl and the guy are there and some other guy and me [observing]. There is some sex-game going on, and it seems to replay a few times?

Spoiler for sexy stuff, body fluids:

It settles down and the scene plays forwards. The game is this: you can choose either a trunk or a cabinet to enter with the girl, who may be dressed I think, but you could undress her and have sex. One of the guys goes into a bed with the girl and gets on top and they start a vigorous missionary position under the blankets. The other guys (and me) approach and pull down the blankets to get a feel of the girl, who accomodates this, then there's ejaculate flying everywhere and I get a bunch of it. I run to the bathroom to wash it off. I have a few drops on my face and I'm wearing a blue dress shirt. I think I can even smell it. I notice my face in the mirror with a drop on my forehead and lean over the sink to wash it off. Then a really large pool of spooge that was on my left breast pocket area drips down off my shirt. I think even I wash this off it will leave a stain and the people at work will know what it is.

<transition?>

Spoiler for sexy stuff:

Then I'm standing in a hallway of the house, and [summon?] a sex toy that turns into a girl in doggy position and I begin walking and humping the girl through the house. I enter a bathroom and then the view changes to the girl lying on a counter looking up at me while we continue intercourse. Then I'm sitting in a corner of a bedroom and pumping it with some (rubber?) sex toy and feel a climax building (or the need to pee?) and I hear noises within the house then I stop and cover up with my jacket, nobody comes in so I take the jacket away and continue a bit?

Then I notice that there is a large, unmade bed on the other side of the room and think this must be JT and DT's bedroom, since the bed is unmade. Will they be coming back here? I don't see anybody but I get into the guest bed which is on the floor in front of me and then I notice that JT's head raises up from amongst the blankets on the other bed, he has salt and pepper greying black hair, and he has on earbuds which meant he didn't hear me earlier.

I was in a new city. I knew that the Dankertons now lived in my Toronto house but this was not Toronto. We were in a town full of ex students of some school or camp that combined all groups of kids I know. Downtown there was a car wash that I had just realized I purchased from Jeff Turcotte when he created it as his final project at the school. I wanted to relocate it but I didn't remember if my purchase of it was fully legal so I basically picked it up and moved it. I dropped it in the bay nearby, and used it as a waterslide somehow. The view from the top of the waterslide was amazing and I was in a phone call with my dad when I saw it. I started talking to him about how beautiful the sunset was, and how the horizon bent down violently as if we were on a tiny planet. I chalked this up to how high I was but I REALLY should have considered that I was dreaming. After that the kids were hanging out with some girl that Chris knew from school. She showed up totally naked just to embarrass us and then kept coaching all of the guys on how to pick up chicks. I left half way through the conversation as I was concerned over whether or not I had really paid for that carwash. I went over in my head how the money had flowed and could not come up with an answer beyond taking a loan from my parents that I had no memory of. This was the SECOND time that I entered deep thought in the dream and yielded no reality checks. I must improve. I must get better, become more aware in my day to day life.

Dream Signs
BEATUTIFUL VIEWS
Impossible math
Impossible structures
Chris
NAKED GIRLS in public??

Me and someone else sneak out of a bad situation through the woods. We lie about where we were going and we zig-zag through the forest. There is a thin layer of old snow on the ground and everyone is barefoot. I wonder if it is cold but figure the sun is shining warm enough. We went through someone’s yard that was full of cacti and flowers. We ended up squatting in Donald Trump’s house. Me and my girlfriend lived there a few days. Then I started getting increasingly uneasy. We could hear Trump’s voice from a few floors down and I kept urging my friend to keep quiet, which upset her. She thought I was denying her friendship, I just wanted both of us to stay alive. That night she was telling me her life story and I was falling asleep when someone came and checked on the room. We hid between the bed and the wall. As I lay there I started falling asleep uncontrollably. After they left we heard housekeepers vacuuming and I knew it was only a matter of time before we got caught. I was terrified of getting caught. I understood in a way that this is a dream and if we get caught it will become a nightmare. What if I never wake up from it? I make the decision that we have to leave. I grabbed my stuff (some clothes, my phone, and laptop) and propelled out the window and down the building. The housekeeper yelled something sarcastic out at us as we left like “goodbye visitors”. We went to a little shack building right next door. I had to go back to the room for something and when I came back down an elk met me and spoke with me telepathically. He was basically like Oberon. We washed his slobber off of our hands in the snow then He guided me to cave where there were a couple more animals I could talk to and some kind of magic man. He kept changing to look like Jon Snow and he was scaring my friend. In the night I fled and was followed by two men who obviously knew how to fight. One of them was B. I went under a building and we were basically sparring on monkey bars. I told B, "I’m sorry but I’m going to have to kill you to protect myself." He laughed and then turned on the lights to show me that it was a training session and they had built this jungle gym in my favor. Eventually I drove back to see my friend. I asked A.W if she knew where the shack was moved to and she said it was the street after hers. I went and there were lots of similar looking shacks but the one I was looking for was first in line. It’s address had the number 30 or 03 in it. I went in and my friend was living with a man and working for Trump. I was disappointed.

Dream - Lucid

I was at the house I grew up in. My family was there with me, my mom, dad, and brother. It was, once again, the zombie apocalypse. I remember being in my old bedroom with a family member, and them opening the door to check if the coast was clear. They freaked out as they saw a bunch of zombies coming towards the door. If I am not mistaken, through the doorway, I saw that same ponytailed zombie from my last apocalypse dream first before the horde. I went to the door in a panic to shut the zombies out.

Then, we were all packing up to leave, to go somewhere safer. Similar to Fear the Walking Dead, we had a huge boat in the garage we were going to escape on. I was packing my things quickly, trying to only take what I needed, but I was throwing lots of extra things in there; I felt bad leaving anything behind, though I knew I couldn't take everything. I remember putting a lot of clothing in the suitcase.

I then overheard some guys that were doing some landscaping work on our house discussing our boat. I was afraid they were planning to steal it, so I started to frantically hurry my family along in packing up. They didn't seem to get my sense of urgency, but I kept urging anyway. My brother had no clean clothes to pack, so we got his dirty clothes hamper and we started to pack dirty clothes in his room. It didn't matter that they were dirty; we needed to get out of there ASAP.

I wanted to take at least one of our cats. The cats that were there were Pounce (deceased IWL), Ziggy (also deceased IWL), and my current IWL cat, Belle. I wanted it to be Pounce that we took. I saw her sitting under the kitchen table. I pictured myself putting her in my current cat's cage to take her along. For some reason though, we weren't going to take the cats with us.

We then were putting the packed suitcases into the back of the boat, which was now a huge van-like vehicle. In the garage, the landscapers drove by on this huge white cherry-picker-type machine. They said something to us, hi maybe, not sure. But it made me feel more urgent in packing. I stuck my suitcase in the back. All the suitcases fit nicely. I remember someone putting some 12-packs of Coke in the back as well.

I then was getting in the van to sit down. Inside, I saw Jarrod and another person getting things ready to go.

~

I was at the house I grew up in. I was in my room, which was dark save for the closet light. I was lying on the opposite side of the bed from what I normally used to sleep on, and I was giving birth. I was alone. The baby was born, and I cut the cord myself. It was a girl. I then gave birth to many more babies, two who were still-born. The still-born babies didn't seem to bother me, I just knew I had to keep birthing babies. I labored and cut all the cords myself, setting the newborns wrapped up in white blankets on a bedside table. They were all so quiet and sleepy. I had I believe 6 in total, but I kept thinking there were only 5 there. Most were girls and only 2 were boys. The two girls born first I named Alana and Alyssa. I named one of the boys Michael, but I don't think I named the rest.

I then started breastfeeding each baby. I would take them in either the cradle hold or football hold and bring them to my right breast first (the one my daughter IWL preferred). I would them pull my lips over my teeth to simulate some sort of latch? I don't know why I did this, but it made sense in the dream that I had to do it so the baby would latch. The babies succeeded and didn't succeed. There were some attempts that were great, and the baby got some colostrum, and others the babies had trouble latching, but there was never any crying or screaming from them. I remember for one baby, I had to brush my nipple to their cheek so they would root that way to get to the milk. They were all so mild-mannered and sleepy. When I finished the feeds, I would put the babies back onto the bedside table.

I was then explaining to someone in the house that 2 babies were still-born. Again, it didn't seem to bother me, as if it was just a natural thing that happened (which it is, I guess).

I then remember something about a huge dental needle. My mom I think was going to give it to me in my cervix so I'd have more babies. I was done for the day though. I had so many babies to care for already.

I never felt tired or overwhelmed from all the babies either, just a sense of duty and a neutrality that kept me going.

~

This dream was sort of a pick up from the last dream. All the babies were there. I was with my family and some others I believe. Alana was still just a newborn, but she looked like a toddler. She said she wanted to eat some apples and apple juice. She didn't want anything else. I wasn't sure she was old enough for that, but she insisted. I figured I'd get her a bag of pre-sliced apples. Alana looked like she was related to this girl I know IWL, Alicia; she looked like one of her IWL daughters. I believe Alicia was also there.

I then was at the store with my husband, one of my best friends IWL Cherie', and a girl named Meghan that I don't hardly talk to IWL. The store resembled a "super" Kroger that I don't frequent IWL because I don't know where everything is there, as it is so big. I was not shopping with them I don't think, but waiting for them to finish. When they came back to me, I was standing in this lobby-type area on the second floor of the building. Apparently, the grocery store was not the only thing this building had. It was kind of like a huge shopping center with different stores and activities on different levels. They came to me and they hadn't gotten apples or apple juice. They had gotten cheese though, which I thought Alana wanted. I forgot if she wanted cheese, apples, or apple sauce, but I KNEW she wanted apple juice. I got pissed that my husband had picked out all the wrong things. I headed down to go shopping. I had to go down this weird, metal, roller slide thing. If you ever went to Discovery Zone as a child, picture the rolly slide they had there, only silver metal instead of multicolored plastic. There were areas on it that were bigger, darker rollers and you had to do something to put more of your weight down on those, and they would lower you to where you needed to go. I remember sitting on it backwards and not being sure how to trigger the big rollers to let you down. I did it though.

We were then shopping again, and this time, we STILL didn't get apple juice. We walked down the aisles looking and my husband picked out these canned mandarin oranges in a sugary juice. We checked out and I was, once again, so pissed that we still didn't get apple juice. We were on the second floor lobby again, and I asked my husband if he was stupid and went back down to the store with Meghan and Cherie to actually finally get apple juice. We wandered around the store, and I went to the aisles that I thought for sure the apple juice would be on, but nothing. We finally asked an employee, and she pointed down an aisle and told us it was there, and at the end of the aisle. Well, we went down the aisle and it was just these big containers of I think cereal, no juice of any kind. I was getting frustrated and worried about Alana, as she was back home and needed to eat. I came to the end of the aisle, and we were at the back of the store where they keep a lot of cold items in coolers and freezers. I didn't want frozen apple juice, but I didn't know that we had another choice. I opened a cooler and there was unfrozen, refrigerated apple juice in a HUGE container. The container had written on it on the left-hand side: "0% orange juice, 100% apple juice, 0% (some other fruit) juice". I thought about how much juice Alana really needed, and pictured her actual size. She was as tiny as a fairy and was floating around, but still looking and acting like a toddler. She definitely didn't need a lot of juice, but this was the only container I could find, so I put it in the cart and we started heading back to the check out. We ran into a girl I knew when I was going to school named Kris. She and Meghan exchanged a greeting, as they had been best friends apparently at some point. They called each other their apparent old high school nicknames, one had something to do with the name Jasmine. We passed them and went on to this weird, almost blacklight looking area in the store.

We then were at checkout. We were going to this line where you had to get this weird machine with a long cord so people would check you out. There was a big, younger black man there with the machine wrapped around him, which he had apparently broken. The cashiers or someone was getting onto him a little for it.

~

Now THIS is the recall I'm talking about! Hell yeah. I woke from my first dream and immeditely took notes in my phone. The second two I didn't take notes for. Getting that recall back up to par! Yay! Also, the hormones during pregnancy really drive up the vividness factor in my dreams so that is a HUGE plus to being pregnant, you know, besides the obvious growing a new life thing.

D1 - Annoying boss is trying to fool me into doing some work, complaining that my work is not up to standard. She is sitting side saddle on a desk, talking total crap (no change there) to a trainee. I ignore her comments and walk off.

I try wake back to bed, focusing on last nights dream, about being in a large house
D2 - I see the white kitchen door in my dream. The paint on the door starts to flake as if time is speeded up or under the heat of a flame gun. The bumps and undulations of the flakes turn into folds of fabric, transforming the door into a light emerald green almost see through fabric. It is now a door but also a green blouse being worn by a lady, with long black hair. There is a brightness, from within maybe causing the see through state of the blouse. The door is now a double door and swings open as I am filled with joy, as it is the persons chest and heart opening to me.

I awake with the vision still in my head, feeling very emotional. I try to get back to sleep but am now wide awake, it is about 4am.

[comment]
I pulled these tarot cards today, which are relevant to yesterday's dream and possibly this one.



The embrace card has a plant growing from deep underground!
and the manifest card as a snake like white energy

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>Dreamed the fridge door was open and my dog (who died in 2014) was eating cheese from one of the two 7 oz. blocks I still have in there, and I had to cut off the parts she bit.

>I recall hearing the "Hopes and Dreams" music.

In this dream I start off in a store ad I'm looking at things. I seen some gang looking group of black men standing up on a display counter. They were talking to each other and I think some kind of fight broke out and I got off from over there. Now I'm leaving the store and I go across the parking lot to Mc Donalds but before I get there I become Lucid and thought about Robo Cop. He appears in a group of people and seems to be already looking for me. I ended up getting to close to him and he turns his head and spots me. I run, pushing through some people I didn't know was there and Robo Cop started after me, making his way through the crowd and or towards me, I run and he as almost running as well, despite his size he was moving pretty fast and almost got me. I realized that he is the same one for the previous dream and avoided him.

I'm in some kind of strange school and I'm walking around in hallways. I'm semi-lucid and I think about robocop appearing. I start to look around for him going to room to and and as I did so, a device on my arm goes off on its own and it ends up being a missile. It shoots at some doors as I'm talking with some people and causes an explosion, blowing the doors apart and panicked the people. I pretend to be historical, saying that I didn't know that it was on me, let along a missile being loaded inside. The devices was small like a watch and had a small box with a gun barrel sticking out of it. I said sorry about that and got out of there,because I knew Robo Cop would be there soon. As I left out of that situation I pass up an open, dark room and there was a counter there, on top was Robo Cop's helmet but he was nowhere in sight. Now I know to look for his face since he decides not to have his helmet on for some reason I enter a public study room which was located in the basement of the place I was in. As I come down the steps I get the sense of being safe here for some reason. There re people who are here and they are doing 3d animation. I see three or four people,sitting next to each other and I look at some of the screens. The first one had a model of Megazord on there and he/she was animating him holding the sword on it's shoulders. The other screen hand the same model but his was farther into his projects and I can see the world background and everything. Suddenly something happens and everything went dark and I start to fall to the ground be was caught by someone before I hit. I realized that it was Robo Cop and he is holding me up in his arms. He said something to me in his robotic/human voice and I said something a long the lines of " Because I'm am dreaming." And I heard him say. "I was tracking you." He knew where I was the whole time and was actually behind me, I just never thought about looking there and always went from room to room. Had I looked behind me I would have spotted him coming up but I ended up distracted by things and he got to me right at the time the dream becomes unstable. His aware of what is happening and tells me that he was there with me the whole time.

I was in an airplane. For some reason I was climbing from the tail to wings, trying to get back inside it. The plane was burning heavily, I finally managed to get inside and then it exploded.

I woke up in my bed, took some clothes and turn on the radio. They told about an airplane that exploded and only survivor - me. I took a bottle of beer and wanted to sit on an armchair, wondering how I survived, but then my mother appeared and told me to go outside, as the weather just marvelous. I went outside, it was a summer evening, the sky was clear and it was warm.

Then I was in forest with my two friends. I was accused of the plane tragedy and had to escape from special forces. There was a crashed plane nearby, presumably the same I was in. I went closer and found a black box, using some wires I managed to get information out of it. It transmitted through a communicator I had stripped to my belt. A pilot said that he couldn't save all the people, and that he was responsible for the tragedy. I unplugged black box and went to my friends, telling them about it. We sat down in silence, then I started singing "It's new age, everything changes and won't be the same!"

20/5/16
Fragment: Something about finding a guy called Dworgyn.

I remembered a dream when I woke up but I thrashed about and thought of the day ahead so I promptly forgot it :/

I'm walking toward a sectioned off shower as I transition from narration in a previous dream. Someone is talking about how great it is to remember their dreams, and I think to myself, "I travel to other dimensions". I have a quick memory of a higher level lucid. I reach the shower and see S. I knock on the edge of the glass as I enter so I don't startle her. I ask if I can come in, and she says yes. I take a step in and turn towards her I take a look at her face, and my awareness begins to raise to a critical level. Looking at her face with a big satisfied smile, I say: "I'm dreaming". She begins to grin at me as she tucks in her her chin a bit, as if to communicate: 'yeah you figured it out'.I wrap my arms around her to savor and enjoy the moment, and begin tracing my memory for dream goals. I quickly decide to just forget about the goals for the time being and enjoy the moment in the dream. The shower is surrounded by walls of small white tiles with a glass door to our left. As we hug, the dream gets a bit blurry, and I gaze into the corner of the shower to see three racks with various items on them. I revisit the idea of dream goals and decide to multi-task by imagining a dream item popping up from a goal in order to try tasting it. I grab a blurry box, yet it has no taste The dream begins to go into the void. Once in the void, I am distinctly aware of the very realistic sounds of water running. I resolve to hold my awarenesss through to the next dream scene. The sound of the water is very soothing, and for a short period I begin to think it is coming from waking life. I begin to focus on this as I begin to rub my hands as well. This goes on for about a minute, then I wake.

I was in some type of warehouse/office setting that looked old like in an old part of New York. I was fighting a bald white man with my fists. I instinctively knew that he was me and I was fighting a clone of myself. Although, it wasn't me. For whatever reason, I wasn't myself in this dream. After I had defeated the clone I looked out of the balcony. The ocean level was right up against the top of the thick concrete railing. The ocean idly moved up and down barley managing to not spill into the room.

The next wave spilled about 2 liters of sea water into the balcony. Upon hitting the ground the water instantly turned into another clone of me. In the back of my head, I felt like I would be going up against a potentially infinite amount of clones. And at that moment, I traveled at the speed of sound out of the balcony in a straight line. About half a mile away from the room I passed by 5-6 navy warships. They were all kinds of different types of warship. There was a cruiser, destroyer, battleship, a couple other ships, and I think an aircraft carrier. They were headed straight toward the room where the clone of me was. I got the sense that they were head there to fight the big battle to end the conflict. But the thing that really stood out about these ships was that they were made out of blue words. The first couple ships were made out of multiple words that I couldn't read, but a few of the ships in the middle of the formation were made out of the name of their ship type, ex:

BATTLESHIP