East of East St. Louis

dream lucid not part of dream, but talking about it

My Mother and I were in Downtown monroe, but a taller, more live Downtown Monroe. Mom and I had stopped at a gas station to get air in our tire and gas, of course. I told my Mom that I had to go to the bathroom, so I started to run to a store that had one. I had to run down the road and past a Judge, a tall wooden stand that is across from him with a woman sitting at it.

"I can tell you all about a person from one look at them," The Judge says as I walk closer. A person walks between them to get to the crosswalk, and the Judge rattles off a little bit about the person. When I pass between them, he says "Teen Angst." I ignore him.

I go to a store and go into the bathroom. There's writing on the stall walls, and I'm tempted to scribble something down, but I don't have a pen and I'm fairly sure the janitors will just scrub it off anyway. So I don't, and I just leave the stall when I'm done. I leave the bathroom and start walking.

I keep having trouble writing down what happened. So I'll write down what I remember.

Claudia from Warehouse 13 was there. She had black fingernail polish on, and for some reason I was helping them because I knew the area we were in. I got black fingernail polish too, for some reason, and I ran to a magic shop that I couldn't go through the door, but I could open the top of the door and poke my head through. I got an odd circular thing, looking a bit like a miniature dream catcher. Claudia had one as well, and it allowed us to communicate with each other.

We were chasing after a guy, and there were ropes we had to hold onto and swing from. I was hanging onto a rope, and Claudia was in front of me, and the guy we were chasing was in front of us.

There's a girl stuck in a glass box, unable to get out. However, she can cast astral projections of herself - and has sent one of them to find me. She asks me for help, and I gladly volunteer. I gather my Mom and a couple of my other friends and for some reason we can't fit in one car. So we take two, ready to free the girl and kick ass.

We find the place where the girl is being held. I go up to the glass and see the girl is terrified. "Don't break it!" my Mother tells me, keeping an eye out for bad guys. We don't see any, and I carefully go to the glass and place my hands on it. The glass melts away, and the girl gets out. She had a bad fear of glass - she'd fallen through a window once and had been badly scarred on her arms from it, and now she didn't like glass.

"Hurry up!" My Mom told me, and quickly we rushed to the car again. Our other friends had heard about some kind of supernatural fight thing going on, and so they had gone to help out while we helped the girl stuck in the glass.

We were on our way to the fight and my Mom said "Oh shit, we're almost out of gas. We're swerving off." We ended up doing this. The gas pumps were shaped oddly, and I got out to pump the gas. It took a short time and my Mom was yelling at me to get back in the car or she would leave without me. I had to lurch as quickly as I could over to the car and for a few minutes I was dragged along until I managed to get back into the car.

We were driving along a road at the bottom of a cliff of sorts, and above us were pretty houses that just felt wrong. Like they weren't normal. I mentioned this to my Mom.

"We'll have to check them out later," she said.

"I agree with her," the girl we rescued, who was in the backseat, said. "They don't seem right."

We finally got to where we were supposed to be. A huge fight was going on. There was a couple of dragons, too, and one person, being sneaky, slunk up behind the dragon and killed it. I was amazed at this.

dream lucid not part of dream, but talking about it

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I am looking through something and I find two small pocketknives. One is a blue color that changes to green in the right light, one is green that changes to blue in the right light. I hear someone behind me and I turn to look.

There's a man in the door and he looks like some kind of law-keeper. He looks like a cross between a sherrif and something out of the Robin-hood era stories. He says something about rats getting into the stores, me being the rat.

He pulls something out, a gun or a bow and arrow, I can't remember which, and aims it at me with intent to fire without even giving me an order to stand down or anything. I pull out the knife and think about attacking but it's handled for me.

A kid that can't be older than fourteen tackles the lawman. I toss one of the knives to the kid and take mine, lunging for the downed man. I press the knife to his neck, drawing lines of vivid red blood, but I can't find it in me to kill him. The kid and I get out as fast as we can.

There are stone walkways all around us, and below us as well. The boy gives some kind of call, and before I know it the walkways had dozens of people on them, the majority of which were men.

I see a person from Criminal Minds - Garcia. I tell her what's happening - some kind of arena type fight will be going on, and I'm one of the fighters. Our little merry band of misfits has been trying to put a stop to it, but for some reason I must compete.

Next I know I'm in the arena, fighting another person from Criminal Minds - a young Hotchner. For some reason my mind seems to realize that this isn't quite right, and he keeps switching between a young Rossi and a young Hotchner. (Like, fourteen or so.)

Rotchner's swinging an ax and I try to keep my distance, since I know that that's really the best idea. Not much defense against an ax. Eventually it becomes stuck in the ground and I attack, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards.

The dream got very confusing after that. I was in a house that looked filthy and had these other mean looking children in it, and the knives came back into the dream, where the boy and I were trying to figure out whose knife belonged to who.

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not really coherent dream, although it was very vivid. I don't think I did a good job describing it, because my mental state isn't all that good right now and I had some unfortunate things happen yesterday/early morning. I don't know the people on this site yet all that well so I don't know how much people would want to hear.

This took a few days to write up. I can't remember if I became lucid at a point, although I might have become semi-lucid.

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I'm in a courtroom, although I'm not part of the jury or part of the trial. I think I know people involved, but I'm not going to be called up or anything. I look around the courtroom and everything seems normal. I notice characters from a friend's comic-in-progress and I don't think this is out of the ordinary at all.

It's some kind of custody battle, and I can't remember a lot of the trial. At some point, the judge called a recess and I headed to the bathroom. I was in a stall and I heard two girls talking, and when I was in there they left soon and a man and a woman came in with a little girl. The girl kept making flowers and vines appear. The parents noticed this eventually and told her to stop. At this point I came out of the stall and the girl made a rose appear on the corner of the sink. I remarked "She's clever, by making pretty things she makes it harder for people to tell her to remove them." The parents gave me a look, and then left. I finished washing my hands and left.

The outside place is no longer the courthouse. It looks like the inside of a haunted house - the walls are painted somewhere between camo and jungle. I start walking, but I stop after a few steps. There are bumpercars of a sort running through the hallway and I break into a run to get past them. Then I see carosel horses in front of me and I notice there is blood on their muzzels. They look mad. I decide to not get near them, because I don't want to find out why they have blood on their faces.

I get past them but I feel a tug on my pantleg - I run past just in time and I see people in a train waving their arms around. They tell me to come over to them, but I feel like this isn't a good move. It seems wrong. Before I can make a choice on whether to run or not, I wake up.