Lucid Time!

I am on vacation with my family I cannot recall many of the details but we are riding on a school bus that has been re-purposed as a tour bus. I am sitting in a seat with my mom acting very childlike. I am complaining that I am very tired and never get a chance to relax. In the dream I feel very tired, and this is the reason for my behavior.
Anyways after some time, I recall sitting up and watching the bus driver and the scenery from the front windshield. We are driving through very mountainous country. It is a beautiful clear day and there are huge pine trees and beautiful mountains. We come to a long curving descent that looks very dangerous to drive down, and the bus driver takes it at full speed.
I think at this moment, I may have noticed an empty bottle of whiskey on the dashboard.
This road is a recipe for disaster; it descends the mountain at a roughly thirty degree angle, while gradually curving. If you fail to turn sharp enough, you go off a cliff! There is no guard rail or anything.
And sure enough the bus is starting to go over the edge. I start to become lucid at this point, and try to phase the bus away. It seems to be working. Just as the bus loses traction, I phase it out of the dream and use the momentum to begin flying. I think to myself that I should probably land and stabilize. But before I get a chance to do so the dream ends.

I am floating in a black void for a few moments where something strips me of my lucidity. A new dream begins.

I am driving with my dad in his old van. It is late at night, and snowing. For some reason, the pedals are on the left hand side, but the steering wheel is on my side. Also, we are driving down the express way.
He tells me to turn down a road (the name of which I cannot remember.) But I make the wrong turn. I tell him I cannot read the signs. We make a series of wrong turns very rapidly until we find ourselves on a service road. The road comes to a cliff, a drop off, not unlike the one that the bus rode off of in the previous dream.
I tell my dad to hit the brake, but he is unresponsive. Our van doesn't have a console and I am able to slam on the brake with my left leg. We come to a stop about four feet before the cliff, but even with the brake to the floor it still seems to be in idle speed. For some reason I thought it had something to do with the fact that the van was a manual transmission car.
Anyways, I couldn't stop it, so I jump back into my seat, put my seat belt on, grab hold of the wheel and try to steer the car down. As we tip over the hill, I see that we are driving over into ski slope. I became vaguely lucid, because ski slopes are one of my dream signs.
The car begins barreling down the slope. It's a bumpy ride, and I am doing my best to steer us around obstacles. Then came probably the funniest thing I have ever said in a dream.
"Dad, since we're probably going to die in this, I want you to know..."
No response.
"I think you're crazy!"
Yes, I actually said that.
My POV got taken out of the car and I watched it crash into one of the chairlift poles. I can feel someone else there with me.

I am in the void a second time. Lucid this time. I can feel that someone else is there too. I also feel like I might wake up. I get stripped of my lucidity once more.

I am in my own front yard. For some reason there is a swing hanging from one of the trees and I am swinging. I see five kids from my neighborhood. The youngest being about 10, the oldest, about my age. They come into our yard and open the garage.
They get out a number dangerous of power and hand tools and begin various forms of destruction and dangerous play. I became mildly lucid here, thinking that for some reason I 'just don't care' because there won't be any long-term repercussions. One of them finds an extra ceiling fan in the garage (for some reason.) He runs a wire out and turns it on below me while I am swinging. I stop and get off as to not be chopped apart by the blades.
I then yell at everyone to get their attention. They all stop, and I tell them that they must clean up this mess and put everything back in the garage. They all listen. They start cleaning up. It doesn't take long, and I help direct them and put things into the right place.
Just as we are finishing, the oldest boy goes into the house to go pee, and I hear a drilling sound.
I yell to him to stop playing with the drill and put it back into the garage. He then comes out into the garage. Two other boys grab me from behind and the boy with the drill comes forward and points the drill at my chest. For some reason the drill has four drill bits on slight angles toward the center.
I get struck with fear, seeing the intent in the boy's eyes. But he sure takes his sweet time to do it. He seems to be savoring the moment. Then, something snapped.
"I'm lucid dreaming!" I yelled.
I broke the grip of the boys behind me and my hands swung around. I crushed the drill between the palms of my hands just before it could touch my chest. A sonic wave went out.
Then, all of the boys vanished. The broken bits of the drill were still there and they dropped out of my hand. I turned around, looking out the open garage door. The dream became clearer.
Manei is sitting at the end of my driveway at a card table. She gestures for me to come over, and shows me a sheet that she was marking up.

Spoiler for Dream testing sheet:

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Then I 'remembered' the whole thing was just a lucid dreaming test of some kind. From the looks of it, usually this test is a lot longer, but Manei said we were done now.
She looks at me with that characteristic smile.
"Two out of three ain't bad..." She says.
She also shows me an old testing shees where I went 6 lds and 8 nlds. I don't remember that test...
I wake up.

Upon waking I realize that she used orange and blue marks because those are the colors for I use in my DJ.

So I'm in my bedroom (dreaming of course) but it looks a little bit different. All of the furniture along the back wall is gone and there is a giant computer screen on the wall. I'm not entirely sure if it was being projected by something on the ceiling or it was actually a huge flat-screen imbedded into the wall. The picture was really clear and it looked to have been simply a giant screen in the wall.
Nevertheless, I was able to do things via voice command. I can remember having a browser open, I think it was FireFox. I was goggling things with voice commands. I can remember goggling this really long set of three prhases but I cannot recall what they were. I could feel myself becoming sleepy.
I decided to google stuff about lucid dreaming, perhaps look at some youtube videos about LDing before I fell asleep. So I googled 'Lucid Dreaming' then lost it.
I had a few seconds of imagery and found myself in a field.
Thus began another one of these lucid dreams.
From what I can recall the feild was fairly wide, perhaps a quater mile by a quarter mile. Surrounding it is a thick forest. There are dirt roads meeting at a four-way intersection in the middle. In one quarter, there was a small drive and what looked like the foundation of a house. There were also a couple of out-of-place trees here.
It was very hot here. There were two suns beating down here. One of them was huge. If I were to hold my hand up and from the base of my wrist to the tip of my middle finger was about the height of the larger sun. The smaller one was perhaps twice the size of the sun IWL. The twin suns gave a dingy yellow aura to the sweltering air.
I then saw a Frisbee and a Bicycle ride past me. I then 'remembered' a famous artwork done by a master lucid dreamer who had seen a Frisbee and a Bicycle racing. I also 'remembered' that recreating one of this lucid dreamers' classic lucid dreams was a task of the month on DV (Can I get wings for this?) .
I begin to chase after them. The bike is small, for a child. It may have had training wheels still on it. It is black and green with the word 'Huffy' in white letters on the side. And it was moving under its own power. The Frisbee was red and had some text in it that I couldn't read because it was spinning. The Frisbee hovered along at an impossibly low speed to keep pace with the bike.
As the two objects entered the four way intersection at the center of the field, they began flying. (Well the Frisbee was already flying but you know what I mean.) The bike began flying as well. I chased after them, started flying, and tried to grab on. But when I did, I felt some kind of magical field around the two break and they both fell into the tall grass below.
Lucidity goes full throttle. I then turn to see a white pickup truck pull into the drive where the house foundation is. I want to see if Manei is in there. I fly down and land by the drivers side window. No. It's just my aunt. She is wearing these really narrow sunglasses that look something like the commander data visor from Star Trek.
Undaunted, I still want to find Manei.
"Have you seen Manei?"
“Yeah… she looked like a...sort of a…fleshy thing.”
"Yeah, no crap, She's a human! Also, those sunglasses you are wearing look a little dorky... Just a little."
"I know." She sounds sort of sad, as if I were supposed to like the sunglasses. but I get the inkling that she is joking.
"Well where did you see her?"
"I found her in a Boygen."
"What's a Boygen?"
"They are pods that fall from orbit with people in them."
She gestures to a corner of the field. I can see an egg-shaped pod barely big enough to fit a person. The inside has filled with dirt and there is grass growing out of it.
I get a vision of my aunt helping her get out of the pod in another location. Coming out of these pods is like coming out of an egg.
I then begin walking along one of the roads, then running. I am determined to find my guide. I think my aunt started driving the pickup truck to follow me. I begin staking across the ground as we head into the woods and find ourselves in some apartment complex.
The dream started to blur as we were making our way down the road and I found myself inside a beautiful asian-styled building. I stabilized the dream to prevent anymore unwanted transitions between locations by rubbing my hands together. As I did, I thought about how my hands were just part of the dream.
I began yelling for Manei, saying her name over and over. I could tell she was close, but she wasn't responding.
"I'm right here!" I recognize my dad's voice.
"I'm sorry but you're not who I am looking for!"
"Too bad, I'm coming!"

I was meditating last night, with a focus on Dream Recall and I began thinking about a dream that I had written about in my old dream journal. It was the story of how Manei (My dream guide) had come to be. Then new flashes that I didn't recall came in that filled in many of the gaps in the story.
These all feel like dreams that I had at one point or another. I tried to piece them together based on the age she appears as in the dream. That might not be the best way to tell it, as her age can vary from dream to dream. But here is the story as accurately as possible.

The original dream takes place in this old west town. Everything looks like a well drawn anime. Something along the lines of Attack on Titan style. The town looks like your typical western town though there is this ridiculously huge train station-hotel type building near the railroad tracks.
The story roughly follows a young man with brown hair. He's kind of thin and scrawny and has bright blue eyes. (Kind of a typical anime protagonist) He works a job at some kind of news printing shop on the third floor of the big train station. He works long hours typing, and his boss is very mean, and isn't paying him well.
Eventually he finishes his work. He goes out and about in the old west town for awhile where it becomes clear that he isn't very liked by the people in the town. He gets bullied by some thugs that take what little money he has earned.
We then get a love interest. Apparently, the only thing keeping this boy going is the hope that he could win over this one woman. She is a young girl with blonde hair from a very wealthy family that has invested in the town's gold mine (or something) and were visiting to see the progress. They were also the company that had built the giant train station, and the company that employed the boy.
We see he finally gets the confidence to ask the girl out, but she says no, and later leaves on the train along with her family. The train looks strange as well. It has very large wheels.
So the boy becomes very depressed. We see him walking through the old west town when he comes across another woman.
Then, in a back alley, we see the woman that would be her mother. She looks a little like Manei with the darker complexion and in being very tall. But she also has this unusually shapely body and small, saggy breasts. Her face looks wrinkled as well, and she has grimy teeth. Probably from all the smoking. She is sitting Indian style on this red and gold woven rug and smoking out of some golden genie lamp type thing. She looks probably twice as old as the boy, maybe more.
The woman tells the boy that she is on some kind of spiritual journey away from her tribe to find her soul-mate, and through some careful observation of him, thinks that he is the one. Heartbroken, broke and depressed, the boy accepts marriage with her.

It is a year later, and we see that Manei is now being born. I can't recall where exactly, but it felt like they were back at the tribe. From what I can gather about the tribe, they live somewhere tropical, some island over the ocean, in these beautiful oriental styled homes. They find the colors red and gold meaningful and attractive in their tribe. Also in this tribe, it seems as though men and women's roles are reversed. Women hunt, fight and select their partners for marriage. When married, the man will take the woman's surname. It sort of makes sense, because many of the men in the tribe look small and feeble and the women are much bigger and stronger looking.
Now I cannot recall too much about what happened. About one year after her birth, Manei's mother died, apparently because she had smoked that genie lamp thing too much. Her father was in line to become the husband of the tribe leader. He had his face tattooed up.

I can recall a fragment when Manei was about five. Apparently she was living with 'grandmother', a 200 year old woman and eldest member of the tribe who took care of all children that couldn't be taken care of otherwise.
I don't recall too much of the fragment, just that she was playing with the other kids inside a cramped hut. They are all playing with these little toys on this big woven mat.
The 'grandmother' is sitting across from them, simply presiding in this golden throne-like chair. And what an interesting character she was: Unlike most of the people in this tribe, who seem very slender, she is hugely fat, with this big saucer-shaped belly wrapping around her body. And she is adorned in this ridiculously complex outfit her thinning white hair is tied up in this ugly spiral on top of her head. Her face is so wrinkled and droopy that you can barely make out her features.
Some of the kids tease her because her dad isn't a 'real' member of the tribe. The 'grandmother' speaks something incomprehensible in this big thundering voice that sounds like thor and scares all of the kids in the room. It scared me too, and I was just 'observing' the story. I think she told them to stop teasing her, because the kids stopped afterward.

Manei looked to be nine in the next segment. Her father died when the tribe came under attack not too long ago, and the 'grandmother' passed away as well. She is now spending a lot of time with her aunt and uncle who are married but can't have kids.
Nothing much really happened here. They walk through the jungle to this waterfall like place where they all go swimming. There is this high waterfall (maybe 50 feet) and Manei climbs to the top and jumps off.

Manei looked to be eleven or twelve in the next segment. In this I can recall her wanting to be a 'fire dancer' that was supposedly some prestigious position in the tribe. And it's just what it sounds like. The dancers take this long stick, that is burning on either end and preform a synchronized, high-energy dance with about 7 or 8 women. I think men can fire dance in the tribe as well.
She is learning from some of the older girls in the tribe who looked to be about the age she is now. She is practicing with a stick that is not burning. She doesn't seem to be that good but is rather obsessed with this trick where she balances on top of the stick with a handstand. All of the older girls are really jealous, so they say that if she tries that trick during the dance she would just get burned, and they kick her out of the group.

In the next segment, she was maybe fourteen. There is a big gap in what happened and why. But she is now studying with these monks in how to become a dream guide. Given she is about the same age as I am, this was really close to when I began lucid dreaming. But there is also a gap because I already established that she was in my dreams before I started lucid dreaming. Explanation please.
That said, this was a very strange location. The monks live in a monastery on top of a mountain. The inside of the monastery, or at least the room they were in looks like a dungeon though, with stone walls and these torture devices.
The monks are like midgets. Maybe 2'6" with giant heads for their bodies. They have tattoos that are quarter-sized black dots running in a line up their the back of their heads down their faces.
Manei apparently had to shave too, because she has no hair. She looks very strange shaven. The monks are presenting her with a gold belt and telling her she has to compete in some kind of fighting tournament.

That's the end of the Manei story, now some other stuff. Rhis was recall from last night.

Something to do with me riding my bike through across a boardwalk through this swamp area. It feels like I am riding through my town. I 'remember' that there was some sort of time travel involved and this was actually the distant future.

I can recall some being told some other story. This one told in a style that looks like a Tim Burton film. The story is read to me by the grim reaper who is sitting in a small bed floating in a blue void, and reading it out of a big book.
I can't recall the story as well as the one about Manei, but the story follows a girl who can't seem to fit in. So she tries to kill herself and see if she will fit in in the afterlife.
She becomes a zombie and tries to hang out with zombie girls throughout the majority of the movie. At the end, we see her kill her zombie form and become reborn as this blue troll creature on another planet.
There is also some part of the story that involved Groot and Rocket Racoon (from Guardians of the Galaxy) playing a game of pool, but I can't recall how that fit into the main story.
There is also some recurring theme in the story that whenever the main character (the suicidal girl) wants to get somebody's attention for one reason or another, she will knock on the wall behind her.

Sorry I was gone these past few days, I was on an awful, awful dry spell.

So we have all heard of a false awakening, but what about a false falling asleep?

I was having a dream that my life had reverted to the year 2003, meaning that I was a small child once more. My subdivision looked a little bit different. All of the cars looked extremely square and boxy. (Not to say a lot of older cars look boxy.) But I mean these cars looked ridiculously square.
A false memory rolls in: Apparently this was not the same reality as the one that I had experienced in 2003, but I had simply traveled to a different one, and in this alternate world having the most boxy car was considered prestigious. Our neighbors had a rotating table on their yard with an extremely square car on it. The car looked something like a miniature box and was one large red cube with windshields, windows, wheels and a radiator on the front. They were trying to show off the square-ness of their car.
I get very excited at the thought of having many years of my life back, and forget about the boxy car fad. I begin thinking of things that I want to do differently in this new life. Just as I do, my mom comes outside, picks me up, and takes me inside to go to bed. As we walk inside I notice that the sun is setting. I lay down and notice how sleepy I feel.
Then I think to myself, maybe in this new life I can start lucid dreaming earlier. Lucid dreaming is supposed to be very easy for young children to learn as their dreams are of better quality, and their minds are more awake. I lay still and begin thinking to myself that I will lucid dream tonight.
After a minute I find myself in a 'lucid' dream. (It was kind of funny, because I knew that this was a dream relative to the boxy car reality, but I didn't know that the boxy car reality was in fact a dream.)
The dream is that I am in a city street. There are a bunch of large white cylinders of varying heights made of a metal like material juxtaposed in the street. There are no cars or dream characters anywhere from what I can tell. I begin thinking about what the cylinders might be. Perhaps they contain something. I approach and touch one. It feels cold, it is covered with condensation.
The city breaks away but all of the cylinders remain. I am now floating in reddish-black a void with the white cylinders still scattered about. They begin to drift in random directions. I begin to hear a screeching noise growing louder and louder.
False awakening. Back into my 2003 alternate reality bedroom. It is morning and the sun is shining through the windows. I lose recall for some time after that.
...
I am at my grandparents house with K. My grandparents want me to eat some strange new food, but I tell them I am not hungry.
...
I false awaken into my bedroom, and my heart is racing as if something time-sensitive is going on. I am being shook by someone. Manei is leaning over the side of my bed trying to get me up.
"Wake up, Hurry!"
"I'm awake!, I'm awake!, Stop that!"
"No! Wake up!"
"Oh!"
I look into her eyes for a moment then wake myself up.
...
I am on a beach. There is a terrace made of packed sand at the upper end of the beach with several small drainage creeks running into the sea. I realize that I am still dreaming and wake myself up once more.
...
Wheu! Not dreaming anymore.

I am in my school's courtyard, but it feels different, like everything is facing the wrong way. S and A are there, along with a huge crowd of students. I think that my grandparents were there as well.
I've gotten sick of dreaming up these scenes and not becoming lucid, so I began preparing specifically for them. And this time I actually wound up lucid.
S, A and I are waiting for someone else. (C?) Upon becoming lucid I forget the plot of the dream and decide to manifest my dream guide. I think I saw her somewhere in the crowd for like a second. I decide to try and text her for some reason. I take out my phone and open up my contacts. Sure enough she is in there.
I look in our text messages, and most of them are messages that she has sent to me. Some of them are written in an illegible language. She messages me something. I don't know why but I want to reply 'lol' to it. Now comes the hard part. Text messaging in a lucid dream.
So sure enough I try several times to write a message, but it always changes. Eventually I just commit. I just look at the keyboard, type 'lol' and hit send before the words can change. Woot! Text messaged in a dream!
I wake up moments after sending the text.

Me and some friends are traveling on an escape pod from a much larger vessel in space. We had gone far out below the plane of the galaxy. Apparently we had been in cryo-sleep for hundreds of years, that being the reason for our desolate location.
Upon awakening I took to the controls and tried to correct our course to return us to the galaxy. Took some doing given the fact that I couldn't tell what direction our ship was facing and only had some sort of galactic compass to help me.
We went back into cryo for another few hundred years and when we came out we found we had returned to the galaxy. We began flying past a solar system and the dream changed. The plot about the escape pod was lost. I was taken out and the presence appeared.
The presence showed the orbital arcs of the planets in a solar system. There were dozens of planets in this system, far more than our own solar system. Most of them were orbiting in the same line as the galaxy, but maybe five or six were orbiting 'vertically', going up over the poles of the star.
The presence began explaining that this solar system (It was called the Var system) was the result of two solar systems colliding. We fly in close to the star and see that this in fact a triple star system. There is a large blue star, a medium sized yellow star, also orbiting vertically and a small red star farther out.
The presence explains to me that this was the result of two solar systems colliding with one another. Their centers of gravity merged. It also explains that it is very dangerous because the planets in polar orbits could collide with the planets in regular orbits.

And then, I'm back at my house. I look outside, and rising in the east is the moon, but it looks different... Holy @#$%...

Something like that only the moon looks as though it's actively being destroyed. The entire moon is 'smoking' and explosions are erupting out of the surface. It was by far some of the most vivid imagery I have ever seen in a dream. About half the moon was gone when I saw it.
Everybody is outside, watching in awe at the destruction. Then, what was left of it exploded in a massive blast, as if the death star had just done a test run there.
I waited 10...15...20...25...seconds. After about a minute a wall of high-speed meteors slammed into the earth's atmosphere. Debris of all sizes impacted. One was even close enough to cause a sonic boom and take out the windows in everyone's houses.
I run inside. My parents say to get my things, we are evacuating. I run upstairs and get my computer. I think to check the news and see why the moon exploded. No, no time. I get my computer, a '25' dollar bill and my crystal that I use for meditation. For some reason it looks like I wrote all over it with a black magic marker.

I am sitting in my kitchen. I have just heated up a ton of leftover pizza and begin eating like I had never eaten before. Now in RL I have a weak stomach and usually by my third slice, I'm about ready to barf. But in the dream I was able to just keep going and going.
My mom came in and asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was trying to feed some zombie form that I had. And triggering the form came by eating a ton of food. Once in the form, for a limited time I became extremely strong and was able to regenerate from any wounds that I got.
I recalled being in my zombie form before. I engaged in a battle atop a moving train with several armed personnel. They fired dozens of bullets at me but all of the wounds regenerated. I then charged after them and dispatched them accordingly.

[Partially Lucid]

I am walking through the woods. It is a deep, hilly woods with tall trees that have lost their leaves. Sun rays are filtering through the treetops.
I then come across Manei arguing with who I can only assume was her mother. I can't recall what they were arguing about. I just walked past the two of them. I didn't even recall recognizing her until later. I continue past them and go up a large hill. I sit down on a fallen tree, and continue to watch them. I can still barely see the two of them through the branches.
Then the two of them follow me and come up to the fallen log and sit on either side of me. I ask them what the fight was about. They reply but I cannot recall what their reply was. I end up telling the two of them that they shouldn't fight, and should just enjoy the beauty of the woods.

The dream starts off non-lucid, and it is just a projection. We watch as a group composed of all child laborers are working to build a log dam in a mountainous area. They are actually led by a child and they are attempting to dam. None of the children seem to be complaining about the difficulty of the labor, even though some of them are as young as maybe six.
When they were finally finished they did just that. The child who was leading them shouted into the air and everyone ran and dove into the lake. There were hundreds of children in the lake, all different ages and nationalities. It was also nighttime while this was happening, but a beautiful full moon illuminated the scene.
-Dream Skips-
Manei (Gonna take getting used to on that name, already shortened it.) and I are riding in the back of my grandfather's car. We are still in the mountainous are where the kids built their lake. It feels like a national park or something. Lucidity hits me like a sack of bricks. I look at her and for some reason think to ask her about her nationality. Ever since she began appearing in my dreams she's always had tan skin and dark hair.
She replies saying that for all practical intents and purposes, she is just native american. She then goes on to talk to me about how she is working on an ongoing project to perfect her physical form in my dreams.
I then ask her why sometimes she appears like she did last time, an old woman, or a man or anything else.
She replies that sometimes she just feels like slacking off.
Then, we both just burst out laughing. (It's funny because I slack of a lot too.)
I lose some lucidity. My grandfather stops the car and we get out and begin walking through the woods. Manei begins talking about how the chase scene from a movie was filmed on the trail that we are walking. In the chase, the hero gets chased by a huge mountain lion that continually rams into trees. Eventually the lion is so confused and disoriented from hitting its head so many times that it gives up on the chase.
I wake up.

I am in some unique parkway area, already partially lucid, in the rainforest. There are pathways and boardwalks leading around jagged peaks jutting out of the ocean. Exotic tropical flora covers almost every available square inch of the ground. It was magnificent. I could not however get the full view of the location as it was a rainy, foggy, muggy day.
I am walking down the pathway when my dream guide shows up, and BAM, fully lucid. But she doesn't look like herself, she's way old. Usually she's a teenager like me, but now she's probably in her 50's or 60's with greying hair, and wearing a running outfit. But I've seen her be everything from a toddler to a really buff man, and go through about a million outfits along the way. I just know her when I see her.
She asks me to follow her, then turns and runs the other way, and I follow. So I begin pushing across the ground, not so much running as I am just hovering to keep pace with her, and she begins talking.
She slowly comes out and says that she is telling me her name. First name, then Surname, then middle name. (Why this was such a big secret until now remains a mystery...) But here we are. Her full name was (and I guessed on the spelling, Just pronunciation)
Maneimonei Qui Tarr
Two years ago, she told me to pick a name for my dream journal. Now she tells me her actual name. You know what, there is no way I am going back and editing the 100-odd entries that reference the placeholder name Lia. So my dream guide will simply be referenced as Maneimonei from now on.
I repeated the name to myself several times as to not forget it, and layer down some stabilization by rubbing my hands together. I was not certain how much longer this lucid dream would last.
The two of us arrived at a large stucco building with a small ventilation duct cut into the side. She crawls inside. I try to follow, but I don't fit.
I try to shrink myself to go inside, but cannot. So I begin pulling on the sides of the entrance and making it bigger. I crawl in, pushing on all sides of the interior of the building making it bigger as I go. I wake up.

So me, Lia, Jack, and robot arm girl (Need a name for her) are vacationing on this tropical island. I remember seeing high, jagged cliffs and huge trees stretching hundreds of feet into the air. It was a magnificent island to be on.
Unfortunately, we wouldn't be staying for long. Jack wants to take everyone out on a boat. We all head down to the dock only to find out that our 'boat' is a dirty torn up old raft with some rusty piece of scrap metal attached to the back that might have been some sort of engine. We all pile in. The thing can barely hold all four of us, and it's leaking.
Jack leads the expedition onward. The 'engine' we have is pushing us along pretty slowly, and occasionally one of us will use a bucket to throw water out of the boat. We get out into open water to find it calm and still. A thick fog rolls in , and there are garbage rafts floating on the surface of the water. We cut the engine and begin drifting slowly. In one of the heaps of garbage there is a fishing pole. Jack asks me to grab it and give it to him. I do.
He casts it into the water.
Robot Girl: Psh, yeah right, like you could catch something...
Jack gets a bite. Then all of the sudden he gets pulled so hard by the fish that he gets pulled out of the boat into the murky water. Jack grabs the boat with one hand and holds the fishing rod with the other and pulls us along. With this setup we were actually going faster than we were with the engine.
I begin to speculate about the size of the fish that must be on the other end of that line.
In fact the 'fish engine' goes on for a couple of minutes, and we keep on picking up speed. We get through the fog and realize we are approaching another island and like 20-30 miles per hour. This is the best part; the fish runs our boat aground on the beach and begins flopping around in the sand. Jack takes his survival knife and kills it.
The island we have landed on has a seafood shop and they will supposedly have a master chef prepare any fish you catch. We all agree to eat... whatever kind of fish he hooked. I couldn't identify it. It was one of those big flat fish. It was almost sort of diamond shaped, and maybe 18 inches across. He cuts it into four pieces and then exclaims that he is too hungry, and can't wait for the fish to cook and eats his portion raw.
Gross.
We go into the seafood restaurant and they begin preparing the three remaining portions of fish. ]I am talking amongst my dream characters and become properly lucid.
I wake up.

Fragment: High School. I am at my high school getting ready to leave.

Somebody is introducing me to this new children's show. The show is called 'David the Nightmare Hunter' and it follows the adventures of this boy named David (duh) with purple eyes and white hair goes through classic high school drama like bullies and getting a girlfriend and what-not. But he was also born with this special power, that allows him to detect nightmares.
In the show 'Nightmares' are essentially demons that can disguise themselves as anyone. They will attempt to preform evil deeds as that person. David has to find and expose these people and battle their true form. When a nightmare enters their true form they become a large black monster, each one with unique powers and body parts. (For example, some nightmare monsters may look like bats or gargoyles with wings. Others may be more brute like, resembling a large ape or human with horns, you get the idea.) In order to permanently kill nightmares, one must hold up a dreamcatcher to them and recite some magic words. The nightmare then gets sucked into the dreamcatcher.
This sounds like a really cool premise for a show, but it seems to be ripping off Danny Phantom. Even the animation style was somewhat similar.
So anyways, the episode we were watching was about David venturing into an abandoned mansion where he thought a nightmare was hiding. It was something of a haunted house set up. I can recall a scene where thunder cracked outside and he hid behind a grandfather clock. David was a cowardly character, but he was tasked with fighting nightmares, constantly forcing him to be brave, adding a dimension of drama to the show. Somebody was watching the show with me and they explained to me that this was a 'class 1' nightmare, as in the smallest and least threatening.
I don't recall the battle scene all to well. The nightmare emerged from some kind of book, and looked like a small dragon. David was initially frightened by the appearance, but upon realizing the nightmare was small he took out his dreamcatcher and banished it.
The show skips to the next day at school. We see David with his two friends, god help me for their names. He had a pseudo girlfriend who wore a hoodie and had a robotic arm, and strange friend who wore a black tee-shirt with a white gear graphic on it and had long orange hair.
Then came an interesting character. Her name was never mentioned but she looked exactly like Manei, my dream guide. I couldn't help but exclaim this to the other person watching the cartoon with me. Of course he was confused. So I had to explain to him that I practice this thing called lucid dreaming and that some dreamers meet what’s called a dream guide. And that character looks exactly like her.
But it gets even better. The Manei impersonation went back to talk to her friends. One of her friends looked looked something like Marcus, but redesigned to be high school age. But it was defiantly a Marcus design. And I guess the other character was supposed to be a representation of me. He looked strange, one eye was blue-green, and the other one was bright orange, and he wore a dark blue scarf.
Okay, there is no way that this show is a legit thing. How does somebody copy two characters so perfectly out of my dream journal?! Who created this show?! The person sitting next to me just looked confused.

I woke up.

Update: This dream was the inspiration for my new avatar.

My god this dream is groggy and fragmented.

Anyways I cannot recall the exacting details of what was going on, the surroundings were very blurry in the beginning of the dream. I was in what felt like the basement of my own home, but it felt larger and more spacious (That or I had become smaller). The basement slowly began to mesh with a dungeon looking space.
There were a couple of dream characters leading me away from some supposed danger. We get to the 'upstairs' that looks like an open tundra, just like Skyrim. But strangely it still feels like my own home as well. A kind of crappy groggy mesh the dream had created. Furniture was scattered about, and the hills and valleys somewhat mimicked the shape of the rooms.
Some attacking army came upon us, composed entirely of archers. They unleashed a hail of arrows. (Hey I thought those dream characters were leading me away from danger, not twoards it.)
I see one of the 'helpful' dream characters take an arrow to the knee. ._.
The dream started to get much clearer, and became the interior of my house. The feeling of the meadow was gone, but the general of the army, some barbarian and a handful of his archers were still present.
Manei (My dream guide) appears next to me, and just seeing her makes me partially lucid. Also something weird, she usually has really long black hair, but it was buzzed really short in this dream. The workings of my dream guide will probably never be fully understood.
Anyways, we are ducking behind the kitchen counter and the barbarians (for whatever reason) are not merely flanking us. Manei says she can execute some spell that will take away all of the soldiers, but she has nothing to deal with the general. So she does the spell.
The barbarian general approaches. He announces that he has only one arrow, but that he will make it count. He fires it and it ricochets around the room bouncing off of several objects before flying past Lia, slicing the side of her face. It looked kind of like that scene from 300 with King Xerxes. (Hangon, I thought dream guides were supposed to be immortal and unable to be injured. I saw her get punched through a concrete roof by a giant robot and she shrugged it off like it was nothing. But an arrow, Kryptonite!)
So it is at this point she tells me that I am in factdreaming. (Oh now you tell me.) Okay, so I guess I have to fight this loser. He pulls a pair of small axes from his cuirass. I merely stand and allow him to charge me. Once he is about 10 feet away...
FUS RO DAH!
The barbarian goes flying, smashing the front door of my house. I look out the door to see him land and tumble around in the street outside my house. I am suddenly awoken.

I am with my parents at some coastal/island location that feels like Puerto Rico, where my family vacations every spring. We go to this water/theme park that has nobody operating it. But we are allowed to turn the rides on and off ourselves. I activate this swing/spinner thing and get on without strapping myself in. And wouldn't you know it, I fly off a hundred feet in the air and begin falling toward the ground.
But the funny thing was, I didn't fear the ground, I embraced it. I knew that I was just so screwed that there was no purpose in even fighting it. It felt like I hit the ground and splattered like a big bug, but at the same time, I regenerated in a new location.
I was now in some subdivision type place, and there was beautiful golden sunlight streaming through the trees.
"Is this... Heaven? It's not as impressive as I thought."
A few moments later I become fully lucid. I briefly stabilize and begin exploring the subdivision. It has a feeling like my cousins' sub. Large trees and single-floor homes.
I encounter a group of dream characters. 5 children and a mother. I think back to the dream goals for this month, to ask a dream character for their middle name. I singled one kid out of the group. He had the face of the bully from my school and I thought about attacking him. No, this DC is not ill-willed. Let's show him around the dreamworld.
So I asked him his first name. I can't recall it, but I know it wasn't anything phenomenal or interesting. I then asked him for a middle name. He thought for a second then told me.
"Paulson"
Okay, I asked the boy to follow me, telling him that I wanted to get somebody else. I decide to manifest my dream guide. I find a house across the street. I tell msyelf that she is living in that house.
I knock on the door and much older woman/ obviously not her comes to the door. Thinking quickly, I ask her if Manei (my dream guide is home.) She tells me that she was getting ready and just needs a minute. About ten seconds later, she joins up and we're ready to go.
We begin walking down a road, out of the subdivision. There are huge oak trees planted at increments on either side. I for some ridiculous reason decide to talk to this dream character as if I am his dream guide. I can't recall what I said, word for word, but I'll paraphrase it best I can.
"Welcome to my world, my dream. This is not heaven, nor your home, it is simply a reality that I create."
"So you're like god?"
"Yes. Any combination of sensory experiences that I desire to manifest can happen given enough effort and practice."
"Look can we get out of the road?! There's cars coming!"
I look down the road we are walking on. About a half-mile down there are a couple cars.
"Not any more" (Holds out arms) "Because this is no longer a road for cars." I grabbed hold of the sides of the road and made it narrow to a point, where the road became grass, but left an open path on the forest floor where it had once been. We continued walking, gradually transitioning from pavement to grass.
"This kid still doesn't seem convinced to me." I through the canopy above us and try to imagine the clouds growing into storm clouds.
I get back into my dream guide voice.
"In ten seconds, it will start raining."
It was at this point that I completely lost focus on the instructing the dream character (why was I even doing that?) and just counted down from ten to see if it would actually start raining. I made it to one and nothing happened. I heard a roll of thunder.
By the count of 15, It was a downpour. And it was a good thing my dream guide was there to pick up my slack. She began talking to this kid for me. I woke up a few moments later.