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2022 June 27th

Some bracketed in-line notes. I need to return to this dream and make some fuller notes when I feel able to, hopefully soon.

Fragment:

Something about a (dream) country relating to the Iberian peninsula. This small country is located just over the north east of the USA at where a tip of Canada would be and seems to be in-between these two countries. I see some statistic or just know that there are less than 1.5 million inhabitants. (Oddly enough, on one of the weeks after this dream, I was looking at this general region with satellite views, based on some conversations I was having with LF)

(recall gap?)

Then I'm in my native country but I'm a character that's not me exactly. I need to get to the embassy on one side of a plaza, something about a passport? It's night time and there's a large government building on one side of the plaza with a few prominent uplighting spots. Neo-classical or classical-revivalist architecture. There are police officers in the area, probably due to this building. I think one of them comes over to me when I wander more to the middle near the government-y building. The officer turns out to be a woman and I ask where the embassy is. She tries to help me but after a while of her taking me through some streets and construction sites I start to wonder if my interests are at heart.

At one point I notice some workers at a construction site giving me/us a funny look or something? Some part of me thinks that it's odd that there's construction work going on at night.

(recall gap)

Then I'm at a fancy house place. Lots of detailed cornicing and mirrors on the walls and ceilings which have some kind of abstract Greek themed theatrical show going on, it looks like it's projected but I don't see any projector and may assume that the surface is able to display something like a screen would, despite its curved contours. There's a largely classical theme. The walls and cornicing are all white and it's fairly bright in here, though there's something of a mood light thing going on, mostly cool tones.

I'm here with my cousin T and H. T's wearing some kind of cream or pink silk pyjamas and I rest my head on her crotch and I close my eyes and she pets and strokes my head. I think about how it'd be inappropriate if I became aroused and I also think about how I might not be able to help it. I hold on to or hug her leg. (Similarities to having been awake and holding H, possibly partly awake as this dream segment was happening)

Then we show her to her bed, in size it's somewhere between a single and a double and she gets upset notably upset about this. I think the room is dark/we didn't switch the lights on?



Notes:
- I'm not sure what would have been the source for the first segment in this fragment, but I can recall some years ago I had a discussion with a friend (K) on the subject of countries with lower populations.

- I feel that for some weeks now I've been having dreams that are on parallel to schemas like that of the second segment here. Dreams in which I'm not strictly speaking my normal "self" as a character and in which I have all the same type of agency, decisions and worries as I normally would. Sort of related, today (16th of July) I wrote a bit on another journal about the somewhat lengthy absence of any other inner voices or personalities and a general absence of visual imagination among other things.
-- In reality I'm not sure how frequently I've been having these dreams (of "not myself" exactly) because I haven't thought of a tag or way of categorising them, and right now I'm thinking that I should go back through my DJ a bit at some point and find out how many instances there really are and how far back do they go; it's possible that at the moment I'm just paying more attention to this particular type of schema.

- As hinted towards, I have recently had some worries/thoughts about passport renewal and sort of by extension also about travelling. Specifically, to my old home.

- T's presence in this dream follows common patterns that the rest of her appearances in have in my dreams, but I can't remember any time specifically in which she got as upset as in this dream, about the bed. As I recall, I understood in the dream that she was upset that the bed wasn't big enough. Even in the dream, the way she stroked my head reminded me of what it was like to be a child.
-- I think segments like this one in dreams call me to create a different journal with a different complexity from what I've been doing. This type of DJ simply cannot fit into it the type of analysis that some of these dreams practically seem to be demanding of me.

I had a dream last night..!

The first one in a while! Basically the government had taken over, it was all soldiers being out on the street, shooting anyone and everyone they could find..!

I was myself, but I was an undercover agent, I had been sent there to help my group overthrow the government. I needed to go into their base to find paperwork to help my group. It was tense, but thankfully the soldiers didn't think anything about me walking around..!

Date of Dream: FRI 26 MAY



Dream No. 120 - The World Is Unfair

My grandma (this time from my dad's side) invited us to go to a family party. Once we were there, I found out that there were seating arrangements, so I started walking around the tables to see where I was. I saw dad and NB's places on one table, but when I walked around the whole table, I noticed that there was no place for me. I soon realised that I was on another table with strangers and this didn't make me happy. I also notice that Karla M took my place where I thought I was supposed to be. Another thing I realised is that my mum wasn't invited to this party and I'm thinking to myself “how rude of grandma”.

The dream scene then changes to some bushland area, like the old towns of the gold rush with the ranch like buildings. Most of this scene is rusty for me but I can remember some small details. I was a part of a primary school, in grade 4 but I was still 18 years old. The teacher comes by and asks me what I am doing. I tell her I am lost and I am trying to find my way back to the party. I eventually come across all these bathroom cubicles and feel the need to use one. Most of the ones I walk by are male and so I go past them. There were a few female ones but they were locked. >> Sensitivity Warning: If you want to skip this part, read after the red line: There was only one that was free but the area was very cramped. Additionally, the toilet was in such a strange angle that I couldn't sit on it. I released so much piddle that the toilet was actually overflowing and pouring over my backside. I was cringing and soon as I was done, I raced out of there. |

I was than at my house and I noticed that RK, my brother's university friend was over. I could hear the conversation through the door of my brother's bedroom and he was telling RK how apparently the Turnbull Government was destroying the world of MYOB. When they came out of the bedroom, I once again told NB how I was upset about the seating arrangements. All he tell me to do was get over it, he did add something else to that but I forgot what. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Had a two day period of no recall, but I didn't let that deter me, and this morning I was able to recall two non-lucids. What was frustrating about the second one, however, is that I was almost lucid! Well, frustrating isn't quite right. It's more both heartening AND frustrating, nice and bittersweet. Here's the first non-lucid:
I was being chased by these government agent types; they were an army of about 10 men and women dressed up in black suits and equally black sunglasses. They were after me for reasons I didn't know, but what I did know was that I needed to hide. I ran all over the place trying to find a good enough hiding spot. Seemed like we were in a sort of hotel-like place. I ducked through a stairwell, noticing a guy as I passed by who I knew from real life, somebody from my high school, and for some reason, he was wearing a sombrero. He shook his head and looked away. Eventually I found a tucked away corner behind a column and waited. They passed me by, and the leading lady was barking orders left and right, having the group split up. Did I get caught? Well, let's hope not. Dun dun dunnnn.
The second dream:
I was in a classroom that looked like my old psychology class's classroom from high school. I was minding my own business, but the guy I recognized from high school in the previous dream was also in this classroom (no sombrero this time, a shame...) and he was ranting like crazy, to the point where it was bothering others. I couldn't take it anymore, so I slammed my hands on my desk, stood up, turned around, and shouted at him to just shut up. He gave a snappy retort back at me, and the entire class fell silent. I gave him a glare and sat back down in my seat. Suddenly, I got the strangest urge to do a reality check. All I could think was, I should probably reality check right now. ......And yet, nah...I'll do it later. Dismissing that thought, I noticed a fictional character from a game I play walk into the classroom. In this game, she's a little sister to the main character, so she happened to be my imaginary little sister here. She was bringing me cookies, which cheered up my grumpy mood a little. All I can say is...CURSE YOU, DREAM-SELF!!! On the one hand, I'm delighted my non-lucid self is thinking those thoughts. That's a good sign of progress. BUT SO CLOSE. Yet so far. In a dream that wasn't all that weird, funny enough, at least compared to the antics of the dream before it.

I was working as an archivist in local government building. My boss was a bit fat man with moustache. He was wearing a black suit. His vice was a man wearing brown suit. He had fake red hair. They were arguing, my boss said to him "I'd best leave you working on beetroot field, this is your place!" After a while of consideration he added "Go hunt some monsters, I won't fire you yet." He went away, I recalled a previous dream in which I was such archivist, but hunting creatures around fields and villages. I said "I used to hunt monsters before". I looked around the office, and there was nothing unusual. Boss told me to write a paper of firing someone, but whenever I started, words changed into pictures of random objects. Like a clock for example. Suddenly my boss turned into someone else, he had long brown hair and different face. He was playing a song on harp.

Morning of April 24, 2015. Friday.



In a less physically defined state, I am “remembering” my completion of the most recent education progress report. Everything seems as is in reality except that I am aware I have added an mp3 file on the companion CD. It is the recording of Roger Miller’s “Walking in the Sunshine” which I heard very often in my childhood. I pause and think on this for awhile. The CD is already made (false memory) so I cannot remove it if I need to, because it begins to dawn on me that I should not have this recording in the report since I had not written and recorded it (typical goofy in-dream “logic”). Over time, I mentally “fix” this and the CD is as it should be.

Bedtime: 12:00 (Got in bed at 10:00, wrote in my waking journal for 2 hours. I had a lot to talk about.) I'm also a little bit sick.

I had a long nonlucid dream. I have no memory of what it was about.

WBTB

I had a terrarium where my drawing board is in my room. In it were three magic gerbils. One was pink, one was indigo-ish blue and one was bluish green. They could talk in these high squeaky voices and were as intelligent as any human. They had this little symbol on their side. They kind of reminded me of the likes of My Little Pony or Care Bears or something.

And while having these guys around, at first glance sounds girly and stupid, they were actually pretty handy to have around. They granted me special powers, and were actually pretty reliable friends.

I was in the kitchen having breakfast. Since the gerbils were magic and intelligent they could come out of their cage and I could rely on them to run away or something. They would regularly come outside the cage whenever I wasn't sleeping. A government agent jumped out and grabbed me from behind. Another one grabbed the three gerbils and put them into a cage. He started to carry them off.

"Help us, Jade!"

The government agent was trying to hold me still while they took the gerbils away. I tried to elbow him but it didn't do much. He just adjusted his grip and held that arm so that I couldn't move it.

I then thought about martial arts movies and how sometimes they can kick the bad guy over your shoulder if you kick really high. I decided to try that move even though IWL I can't do it. It worked and I knocked the guy out. I ran outside and saw the guy carrying the gerbils, in a cage to the car. I ran up behind him and kicked him in the back. He dropped the glass cage, that broke and the gerbils ran out.

I forgot that they wouldn't run away, and tried to scoop them up with a cup that I found in the garage. Another government agent showed up and tried to grab me. I dropped the cup in surprise and it broke. The gerbils run out.

"Don't worry about us! Stop them!"

The three ran off as a group and went into a hole in the outside of the house. I moved into the uppercut agent. He had a Taser and tried to shock me. I ducked under his arm and elbowed him in the back. He fell over and hit his head on the hood of my mom's car.

I then saw a fancy old white car pull up and a really old man with a top hat got out. As he got out, I was trying to figure out what this situation was, and remembered that just a few minutes ago, I was trying to WBTB. I became fully lucid. I knew that he was the leader of the government agents and I was going to have to fight him.

I started to walk toward him. He started to walk toward me and took of his jacket to reveal very muscular looking arms.

"Mr. Free, come to finish this once and for all, have you?" (wat?)

We kept walking right into close range. He gave a telegraphed punch. I swept into the ground dodging him and picked up a piece of ice off the sidewalk. When He turned around, I threw it in his face.

"Augh!"

He tried to kick at me in close range. I stepped back. He threw another kick, roundhouse this time. I ducked under it and kept moving back. I then jumped back, but before hitting the ground, boosted myself forward with my flying technique and kicked him with both legs. He tried to block but staggered back almost to his fancy white car. I moved in and kicked him in the solar plexus.

I woke up and my right leg was straight up to the ceiling. I guess my Taekwondo classes don't mesh perfectly with lucid dreaming after all.

And the reason that I say this was a mini WBTB was that the last time I looked at the clock was 7:33, and it was now 7:42. Meanting that the whole dream took less than 10 minutes.

I really think that pairing WBTB with MILD is the way to go from here. I've had so much success in such a short time-frame.

Ive noticed a similar pattern in my dream in which 3/5 of my dreams have a volcano in them. is there a hidden meaning behind this or is it just a coincidence. I havent been on the forums in a while but when i realized this i knew i needed some insight from a 3rd party. Thanks

My friend S and his family have taken me to this very upscale movie theatre to watch a new zombie movie that has just recently been released. The movie opens with a government agent transporting some form of dangerous biological agent through an airport, as he his undercover and transporting it covertly. But the agent forgets to zipper up his suitcase and the vials falls out and break. The biological agents mingle and produce the zombie-creating formula. A pale green cloud fills the terminal and begins converting the population into zombies.
It does seem that about 1/5 people are immune to the formula and do not convert into zombies. These people attempt to run out of the airport. Some of them are grabbed and attacked by zombies.
The movie jumps ahead to a crowded bus. There dozens of people onboard. One of them looks somewhat zombified. (In this movie, zombies were identified as having pale skin with ulcers on it. I'm not normally the biggest fan of zombie movies, but I have to say, they did look pretty disgusting in a cool way.) The zombie sits down and the man next to him says that he is not 'looking so well'. The man tries to strike up a conversation with the zombie, but for obvious reasons he won't respond. A few people in the theatre are laughing but I do not.
Then, as a jump scare, the zombie belches out a green bio agent cloud and infects everyone on the bus. The driver veers off the road and crashes into a tree at a relatively low speed. Two government agents stand up, wearing gas masks and kill every zombie on the bus. Some zombies manage to crawl out the windows, but the agents shoot them before they get far. The agents get out of the bus and contact the pentagon. They say that 'this is the last of them' and that they are going to quarantine the area until the virus and zombies rot away.
The government agents return the next day along with a news crew to examine the carnage. The Government agents remark how the corpses of the zombies seem to be regenerating. One of the supposedly dead zombies twitches a little bit.
The news crew and the agents hang around for a few more minutes. The bus that the movie was following was in the middle of a woodland area. Then, a second jump scare. This one I half-near peed my pants. A zombie leaps from a tree and attacks the anchorwoman from the news.
I wake up.

Fragment: Beach
I am on a beach. It is a cloudy day. There is a white high-rise hotel building behind me.

I was a character designer working in a room with a long table with other people involved in the process. We are pitching ideas, though at this point we don't have an idea what the project is. I start doodling on a sketch, and it was to be a generic male lead of an adventure story to start. That's when the producer(?) says something like "no no... we need to go back to classic Alan Grant."

So now, my brain retcons things, and our project is designing Jurassic Park 4, and I'm supposed to decide the look Sam Neil's character is going to be. I free hand Alan Grant with a pen (Dream me is ridonkulously good at drawing, it looks like): He's flying side ways shooting a pair of pistols like he's in Hot Fuzz, and he's wearing his original outfit from the first Jurassic Park movie, only with bandoleers across his chest and holsters. His head is also over-sized, so it resembles one of those mall caricature kiosk drawings. The producer loves it (because he's a goddamned frat boy idiot, I guess). This dream fades.

Dream two had me in a government/military/agency building as some sort of mid-ranked officer(?), and I am feeling detached/disillusioned (at the time of this dream, I felt really disillusioned about my job as well). I'm in a classroom, and there are some college age students/cadets in there just hanging out.

My friend R, who is an actual teacher in Spain right now, comes in. He gives me a big bear hug (totally his M.O.) and kisses me on both cheeks, European style (this part I'm guessing he picked up from Spain). I ask him, "shouldn't you be in Spain?" and he says he's just visiting. I'm assuming this is my brain covering my tracks, and with more practice, I can pick up on these things more quickly. He sits in a desk near the corner of the room, on the opposite end of the wall sharing the door, and I sit next to him on the floor and lean against the wall.

We chat a bit, and the instructor appears. The room is suddenly filled with students. My friend T's younger sister, G, appears, and gives me a report -- apparently, there is a situation with whatever group it is that I am working for. But she also just settles down with R and me (so much for the situation) while the instructor lectures the class.

At one point, the instructor stops his lecture so he can call out Fat Neil (from Community). He seems agitated that Fat Neil is eating a tub of Tang! powder straight, and they have a brief exchange that's something like this:

"Do you know what that stuff is?!"

"Yes sir, it's just sugar and orange flavoring."

"Right. And it's not good for you. There's no vitamins."

At this point, the instructor confiscates the Tang! powder, and gives Fat Neil a tub of what I think it Protein Powder. Fat Neil resumes eating powder.

Suddenly, I realize that the walls are filled with gadgets and blinking likes, kind of like a supercomputer from out of a 60's Bond movie. The the dream got fuzzy before it fades.

(I really debated whether or not to record part three here; but it's so fucked up, I decided, eh, what the hell?)

Dream three is weird. I'm in a room, and I'm sitting in a chair. Sitting in a similar chair with me is someone that resembles my friend J, but it feels like it's a clone of her. We are just hanging out like we usually do, when suddenly she reaches into her purse and pulls out a device. She goes "check this out!" and puts said device to use. We continue chatting like normal, as if nothing happened, before I woke up.

For the people who are able to read between the lines, no, it was not one of those dreams; but I do find it uproariously funny because we have an ongoing "let's see who can gross out/make each other uncomfortable more" contest in real life, and a) this may be my trump card, and b) she has told me so many similar stories along those lines that after I woke up, my reaction was "Hmm. Yeah, that seems like something she'd do."

Also, nothing recorded for Nov. 5, and for Nov. 6, I can only vaguely recall that I was in the city, and I really wanted to help or save someone.

Gotta catch up on my dream journal again! On the bright side, I think I just hit my dream goal of 7 days straight with remembering at least a dream fragment every night! YAY!

Wed, Aug 21 8:26 am

LD attempt: WBTB/Wild

I'm in a restaurant with two people I don't know, a man and a woman. I don't remember what they look like. The place I am in though is almost like a resort or casino or something. There is one floor, but it's split into 3 levels. The first level, there are slot machines to the right and a bar to the left. Then, up a small flight of stairs, overlooking the bar/slots is the area where the restaurant takes reservations. To the left on that overlook is an arcade. The two people I'm with and myself, we head up the small flight of steps to give the people our reservations. They give their names, and the employee lets them through; however, when I step forward, the woman taking reservations pushes me back, telling me I'm not on the list. I tell her that I'm with them, and they back me up on that. So, we go up yet another small flight of stairs to the restaurant itself that overlooks the entire place.

Now, as we go to our table (they are long banquet like tables with white table-cloths) a guy that looks just like Senator Marko Rubio approaches us, and starts to ask us if we are tired of people giving us such a hard time, just because of a slight change in reservation. He said that he wanted us to sign a petition to provide more oversight in reservations, so that when someone does want to change something, they don't get yelled at (strange, I know, I know). I don't sign it, and neither does the guy I'm with, but the woman does (I get the feeling her and the guy are a couple, even though they are just random DC, people I've never met IRL). We sit down at the table, and they start to argue with one another about the petition, her saying how some oversight is needed because of how annoying the situation is, and him saying it's not the governments place to get involved with something so trivial. We are about to order our food, when my alarm wakes me up.

I was on the bus, early in the morning, which had an interior of an RV, and it slid sideways on the highway, and I managed to open the ceiling emergency roof, and stoop on the top of the bus roof, waiting for it to roll over on its side, for me to jump onto the next upward facing side, though it never rolled. Once the bus came to a stop, it ended up crashing into something, and when I returned to the inside of the bus, it was noticeably larger on the inside, and things happened, talking, walking, and planning, I noticed the bus driver was dead and there was weed being smoked as well

Once I arrived at school, on the corner of building 6, where that windowed computer lab room was, this blonde stoner kid who rides my bus was in front of a carnival like game, with an Airsoft Pistol, and I confronted him, and asked to play. As soon as I played, I noticed administrators coming in this direction. I gave him the gun, and stood to the side. He saw them, and stealthy hid it under the stand. They bothered me for awhile, until I redirected their attention to the kid, and left.

I was in a portable that was where the ASL class was. I managed to leave the portable, and stood on the side. I was wearing my leather jacket, and remembered previously shooting the gun twice before leaving the class to escape the oncoming trouble. And just like that, I saw most all of the School Administration, Police Guards, and Security, all crowing the front door of the portable I just left, though hidden behind another portable, I saw it all unfold, and decided "Fuck it" and confronted them, and they commanded I not move, to where I ran up and jumped up the Portable near by, got onto the roof, and waved the gun in the air.

I was in the 'office' though it resembled the Cafeteria in Chapter 1 of Half Life 2, the one where Citizens eat food, that you talk to, in the very beginning of the game. I sat at a booth table, with Mr. Sanchez to my left, and Mr. Urichko, the Principle, opposite of me. He asked me about a green flyer that was circulating the school, about disclosure of global truths, government corruption, and other things. I asked if they knew about those truths, and they replied "of course" and I jumped from my seat excited, and ecstatic to realize that they were awake to, but mad that they haven't taken the responsibility of disclosing the information over the Announcements.

Futuristic

I was in some kind of transportation ship with an unknown DC. The DC was in control. We were facing a building which was in the process of exploding. The entire building--inside, was exploding at that moment. We were going to fly through it, and we did, though I didn't dream that part. It was simply explained that we wouldn't know anything about it, and nobody else would see or know that it happened. The idea was that the ship used a technology which avoided passing through physically.

When we had passed through, a man and a woman were sitting on the floor inside a subway system, their backs up against a wall, or even the support of a handrail from stairs leading down to the subway.

In front of each of them were all of their loose items: a hand-held walki-talki like the police keep on their shoulder, and several other small items, all black. Everything was laid out in an orderly square in front of them.

The man was explaining that it was a result of the hyperspace passage, though that term was not how he said it. He tried to explain it to the girl. He said, "Here, pick up your walki-talki...put your hand here (over the walki-talki). Now pick it up (telekinesis implied). She did make the walki-talki levitate.

The woman started talking over the walki-talki. The man began to explain that it wouldn't work right because of the trip through the building. Her transmission was made in slow motion as though we were still in the wake of the hyperspace passage.

It was then explained how her message was received as being urgent, but instead of "keying" her mic twice to push the message faster, her message was given twice. This message was, "on on" which was backwards due to the hyperspace journey.

This message was shown to me visually with the words passing over some kind of conveyor. Then the words were shown in stone triangles as if chiseled out of the stones. The stones passed over the rollers, at a certain point they flipped over so the message was now, "no no" which was the woman's real message.

As mentioned, nobody would no anything about the trip. The stones were going to pass the message to some authority, but since nobody would could know of this message, the stones could not reach their destination. As such, they were deposited in an orderly way in a line that made a wall.

Now I was with a bunch of people in the subway area again. Everyone was being herded around, or they were waiting for their turn to go somewhere. The government was like big brother, and now I wasn't enjoying my position of privilege.

I scoped out the situation. I soon tried to explain that I'd been with McGarrett (from the old Hawaii 5-0), but this didn't earn me any favor. I saw Samual L. Jackson, but he didn't seem to be getting any special treatment either.

I heard a subway come. People were running to it and jumping the turn-stile. I didn't want to, but I made up my mind to do so. I jumped the turn-stile and made it to a car where I thought I recognized a friend. It turned out I didn't recognize the person after all. I got nervous, but I was on my way...somewhere.

We ended up passing a cave. I recognized it through false memory as a cave I had passed through, or even made, with my friends from the original ship. I told someone I had been through there, trying to explain a bit about the important mission. I also retold a bit of an old recurring dream that I thought was part of my mission from this dream, and how I had risked my life.

This old dream was one where I was walking the tracks of a train, and how I had to climb through a trellice or some sort of support. It was very dangerous and I was happy when I'd made it back to safety.

I'm on the side of the rode with a broken car, I don't know how to fix it, but I know that there's a tracker inside of it. There are two people there with me that I don't really know or recognize, but I get a feeling that they can be trusted and that they are my friends. We're outside of the car, we open up the hood and begin looking for the tracker inside of it, we've looked everywhere and I have a feeling it's inside the engine so we decide to abandon it.

I'm now inside a quite large house in the middle of very huge grass field, our car is outside. We have camera equipment and a lot of weapons, we're professionally trained. Somehow I'm told or get aware of the fact that the government is after us, and that we're rogue assassins trying to escape them.. I hear a military plane swoosh by and see 3 helicopters reel down a lot of hostile forces into the thick and high grass. I'm very excited and feel no sense of danger what so ever. I'm in front of the barn, laying on the ground with a weapon that reminds me of a sniper rifle seen in the movie "shooter".. I see two enemy combatants, and I aim at them and I shoot them. Although I never actually pull the trigger..

I see this as an opportunity to run through the high grass as I know that our building will soon be packed with hostiles.. I run into the grass and for a brief moment I think to myself "wait a minute.... This isn't the real world, I can just fly away from here, I'm dreaming. This is a joke" I fly at ground level, through the grass into a miniaturized forest filled with trees. At this point I've already forgotten it's a dream. I fly very rapidly (faster than the sound barrier) through the miniaturized forest and it's absolutely packed with trees, I see no natural light coming from on top of me and the trees can't be higher than 5 feet. I still realize I'm being chased, although still very excited now and a bit worried. I keep flying very very fast for about 20 seconds, then I turn and to look back and realize I've only gotten about 150 meters in, and I can still see natural light from where I just arrived, now I'm a little bit scared, realizing I'll probably be caught and killed although still excited.

I keep flying and try to get away but soon realize that there's no point, so I drop to the ground and it's now a swamp. I end up inside the swamp, below water the only exception being my head. Even though I'm inside the swamp, there's solid ground in my reach, but it's only about 10 centimeters thick, and I can feel the "solid ground" from below, I put my arms below the ground because it feels interesting. At the same time there's a white wan approaching, I can feel it's hostile. They're chasing and trying to look for me. I become lucid again, and realize I'm in a dream, although it has zero relevance as I can't actually change anything, and I have no control now. I grab the bottom of the solid ground, and I can feel some kind of spikes, I like it. So I grab the spiky thingy that reminds me of a ball, at the same time I'm curiously trying to find out what the wan is going to do. This is when a lot of small gnomes with funky hair appear (can't have been bigger than 30 centimeters) They're very rude to me, although they aren't a threat to me they are extremely annoying. This all happens in pretty fast as I'm still lucid, trying to wake up.. I have a false awakening, and then I wake up what felt like moments later.

I remember having two dreams, one transitioning into the second, but I forgot most of what happened

Fight with friend's father

I saw some secret government thing I shouldn't have, and then I had some guy come after me, he had a device that if I remember right, was a time machine, but I do not remember. There was a lot of chase scenes, adventure, etc, but alas, it is forgotten. At some point I remember there being a nice, big house, and a butler. The house was where my friend lived, and her dad turned out to be the big villain of the dream. The butler had some issue with the way things were run, and decided it would be best if he left, rather than things change. I remember the fights, etc, ending as I got out of the area, and what I hoped to find there, was not there, I got pissed off that we ran away, to this spot, and whatever it was that should have been there was gone. As I walk through where it should have been, I feel that the ground is mushy so I look down, a root from the tree wraps around my leg, heals me, then the dream transitions.

Fight with friend

So I had 2-3 friends with me trying to help defeat this guy who I think had greater evils then just trying to kill me, and one of them was someone I play minecraft with. I have about 5 accounts on minecraft, and I guess I did this last dream under an alias of one of those minecraft accounts, and my friend didn't believe I was who I said I was. She checked my twitter(I don't even have one), and I guess the alias I was on had said a few things during the day, and she checked my main which had almost nothing on it. I told her something like "I never talk on my main, you know that." And she agreed that she does the same, but I got woken up like right after..

Sorry if that was a bit confusing, I forgot so much of the first dream, I know there was much more to it.