Lucid Time!

Frag: Something to do with shopping at Kroger with my mom. There was a stegosaurus in the parking lot eating people's groceries and cars and a thunderstorm was coming.

Frag: I thought of dream music. Neptune the Mystic from Holst’s planets suite was all I got. I feel like I kept hearing it through dreams.

Frag: I was watching One Punch Man season two. In it, he encountered this character from another dimension called "One Kick Woman" who was more powerful than Saitama. When asked what her power came from she said that she did TWO hundred push ups, TWO hundred sit ups, TWO hundred squats and a 20km run each day. She had a green and black costume.

Man, I should draw that.

Dream, since two frags from it: Something to do with being stranded a tropical island. I was with a few other people and we were all naked. I think we were on a reality TV show. Someone said something about making coconut cups for our genitals along with coconut bras for the females, but I didn't want to do it because I thought it would look ridiculous. I said that everyone was naked under their clothes and we should put survival essentials before modesty.

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At the end of the dream, The show's crew packed up but I wanted to stay on the island alone. The crew said that the island would be underwater soon because of global warming. I said that I didn't care.

Spoiler for im gonna spoiler this one just in case, its weird and gross:

I was sitting with a friend in his room. For some reason he had a large drop-down screen like an overhead projector and was projecting his computer screen while drawing on his tablet so I could watch. He was drawing a picture of a teenage anime girl with brown hair sitting on the toilet. He said that drawing the poop was his favorite part. (This, my fellow dreamers, is why I don't specifically mention my friends.) He put these four rows of statistic and numbers near her butt that said how good she was at pooping.

I remember one of them was "+2 Constipation Resistance"

I left the room and came back with a soda. I was more confused than anything. He opened this folder and showed me he was using the art to make a trading card game about anime girls pooping. Apparently the story was that it took place in this school where the girls learned the techniques and trained their digestion to make the best poops in the world for giving to scientists to study and stuff. The things I saw were:

Traffic Light Poop (A special effect card with a picture of a red, yellow and green poop)
(A random anime girl)
Belly Expansion Beans (A special effect card with a a picture of beans.)
Yoko (from GL, Apparently he was using characters from other animes.)
(Something about men urinating)

I'm fairly certain I woke up laughing from that dream and went pee myself. I suppose that counts as a WBTB since I went back to bed with the intention of LDing. My chronology is all messed up, I don't remember what order these dreams came in at all. Just that this took place at around 4:00am.

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I was watching a movie about Godzilla. (Supposedly a followup to the Godzilla 2014 movie. In the movie, Godzilla was walking around the city. Pearl from Steven Universe was there trying to stop Godzilla but she was giant and glowing orange. She had some help from these little crystalline beetles that also glowed orange, I think she summoned them. When the tried to fight Godzilla he did something to turn parts of them green, then Godzilla left.

Then I appeared in the dream and was able to turn the parts of their bodies that had been turned back to orange mostly, with still a few green spots. They all went and got onto a UFO to go back to their home planet, and said that they weren’t attacking earth and felt it would be better to just leave in peace before any more destruction happened on either side. I think Samurai Jack appeared in the movie toward the end and helped me to split up the fighting forces and broker peace. But people thought that it was a plot point that came out of nowhere.

I remember my uncle saying. “That was a good movie, they didn’t waste time with anything and got right to the action…”

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I remember I was in a mining camp at night. The setting was otherworldy. Stripey blue rocks with black metallic bismuth-like crystals in them and a dark gray sky. The metallic crystals was what we were mining.

We are sitting around the fire. Me and a few friends were using these things called murmur men. They were basically like zombie men that we could use as free labor to dig up minerals. They didn’t need to eat or sleep and acted like robots always taking orders. (You could just order one to walk off a cliff and it would oblige.) And when they were ‘killed’ by something they could just regenerate by having a skeleton come up from underground and reforming their flesh onto it.

I remember I said that I liked to give the murmur men meals and sleep, even though they could be worked 24 hours a day without food or sleep it made me feel better and it made the murmur men more productive when they did work because it made them happier. My friends got mad at me for letting them do this because they said they were nothing more than tools to be used for our mining. I remember thinking that when I had the chance, I was going to try and set all of the murmur men free.

Someone said something about building a second windmill for our camp. We already had one windmill powering our camp. I remember seeing the timber frame and metal rotor, and in intricate detail, seeing the gearbox we had assembled to turn the generator that provided our area with power. 2D from Gorillaz appeared and started singing the Gorillaz song ‘Feel good Inc’ and our windmill changed to the one from the flying windmill island. Golden sunlight started shining through the clouds onto the windmill.

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I FA’d. I was with family members. We were all sleeping together in this big log cabin themed suite. It had separate rooms for each of us. I remember looking out the door and seeing this creepy mime girl with black and white makeup looking at me from the counter. (I think ‘Mime Girl’ was what I was calling her internally.) I remember she had all white eyes that glowed.

She posessed one of my cousins into going after us and trying to attack. Family members all started waking up at the sound of screams and they were panicking because they didn’t want to fight my cousin since he was a family member. I know he killed at least one person before I even woke up. Everyone went into the central kitchen area of the cabin where we saw he had a steak knife and different people lunged in and pulled away trying to take it from him.

My aunt was getting extremely emotional because she didn’t know what she could do. She tried talking to him about loving his family but it didn’t work and my cousin stabbed my aunt in the arm. She backed away and then fainted into the arms of my father who started looking around for something to bandage it with. The wound didn't seem to be bleeding, it was just like a red cut mark on her arm.

I remember being in what was supposed to be this intense family situation, I was just thinking like "I don't care, can we get this over with and go back to sleep." I think it was actually a low level of lucidity acting on me. I figured I'd just get in there and show everyone how it was done. I went in after my possessed knife-wielding cousin. I remember I moved in on him and tried to disarm the knife but he was too fast and he stabbed me in the chest. There was a moment of intensity here, but I snapped back into my apathetic layer-zero lucidity attitude as I fell to the floor. My wound shared the same characteristic to my aunts'. No blood came out, it was just like a short red line on my body.

My reaction was something along the lines of “Oh darn… I’ve been stabbed by my cousin who was possessed by a demonic mime. For some reason I just don't care. ” I remember looking at the mime girl while things went to black and saying. “Maybe we should have been fighting HER instead of my cousin.”

Then my youngest cousin went in. When the posessed cousin tried to stab him he caught the knife blade between his hands, ninja kicked him back without hurting him too much and threw the knife at the mime girl, banishing her.

I was fully dead now and watching third person as a spirit. My youngest cousin said turned to me and said thanks for giving him the strength to be a little ninja. I was lucid enough to know that this was somehow in reference to me calling the kids in my taekwondo class yesterday 'Little Ninjas' when they did a good job on their kicks. (My cousin isn't in my Taekwondo class though)

This apathy has been a focus of mine lately, during the meditations I've been doing. I put a lot of thought into these sorts of dreams, that often seems like they're designed specifically to create emotional scenes, but I'm usually very apathetic towards them. It feels like theres this very low level of lucidity that's worked its way into these dreams.

Dream: 1*5=5
Frag: .5*3=1.5
WBTB: 2*1=2

So the dream begins rather normally. I am observing a dream character who drives a forklift in some kind of shipping dock near the ocean. He looks something like Marcus. He then spots another dream character who looks like some kind of thug that has breached the area. The thug approaches him.
'Hey, you're not supposed to be here!'
'Who are you to tell me what to do?!'
'Well, I work here. Get out!'
The thug pulls a handgun out of his jacket. He tells Marcus to get out of the forklift and puts his hands in the air. He gets out of the forklift, and puts his hands up. He has a small knife on his vest that is used for opening packages, but now he is looking to throw it to take out the thug. The thug warns him not to try anything funny with the knife.
The scene pauses.
Then, and I'm not joking here. What sounded like Morgan Freeman's voice comes in and explains that he is a fourth dimensional creature. He asks if I am familiar with the fourth dimension.
I have no body, I am just a consciousness. I tell him that I am a third dimensional creature but that I visualize the fourth dimension as a bunch of three dimensional slices stacked over one another in some mystery direction.
The Morgan Freeman consciousness then tells me what he is about to do. There are two scenarios playing out in three dimensions here. In one, the worker will attempt to throw his knife at the thug, and be shot. The knife will then hit the thug between the eyes killing him as well. In the other, he will surrender to the thug, and both of them will live. But he is going to create a bit of a disconnect and cause the knife to exist across the fourth dimension.
Now I witness the third outcome. In this reality the knife is bound to the reality where he throws it, but the reality that it's taking place in is the one where he surrenders. So in this reality, the knife slides out of the sheath on his vest seemingly on it's own; the worker has his hands in the air. The worker looks surprised at how the knife flies foreword and kills the thug on its own. The thug does not suspect this and cannot fire before he is killed. But what he (the worker) fails to realize was that he did that in another dimension.
An interesting story.

I am in a small room. I am no longer a floating consciousness and have full control over my body. It feels like a classroom or detention room in my high school. I have the knife now. I have gotten in trouble for 'bringing' a knife to school and the police have been called. Everyone has fled the area as they believe I am a threat. But I mean no harm to anyone and am unsure of how I acquired the knife.
I have to make myself look as peaceful as possible. I place the knives (there were actually two copies of the knife from the fourth dimension story) in front of me and take on a meditative position. I become lucid several moments later.
A pair of police officers break in. I stand up and calmly tell them that I mean them no harm, and that I must explain the situation. One of the police officers fires a taser at me. I grab the prongs out of the air, and pull the device from his hand on the other end. The officer looks on in shock as the other pulls a handgun from his belt. He fires on me three times. All of the bullets fall off my body and onto the floor. Curious, I hold up my hands and allow the police handcuff me and take me to court.
The dream skips ahead to a court. I have my charges read (possession of a weapon in public school) and that should I be found guilty I get ten years in the slammer. I stand up, break the handcuffs off of my wrists and begin speaking.
"Now if you would all listen with an open mind, you would understand. You are all simply a part of my dream. What is happening here is completely irrelevant..."
I wake up.