Lucid Time!

Well I have been trying to get back to a normal sleep schedule these past few nights, going to bed at reasonable times. But I overcompensated (well I suppose I really couldn't help myself.)

Two days ago I went to bed around 12:30 and woke around 9:00

Yesterday I went to bed around 11:45 and woke around 7:30

Last night I was hoping to make another jump and try to go to bed before 11:00.

But, after my speech class let out yesterday around 3:00pm, I had to drive home from college. I was drowsy though and decided a quick nap in the dorm would be smart so that I didn't doze off on the long drive home.

One Ten-Hour snooze later and I'm here.

I remember being semi lucid brainstorming ideas for a story. In this story, an alien spacecraft called 'The Next' placed itself into orbit around the earth. It was a white disc that from careful observation by the space program it turned out was actually two dimensional. The spacecraft selected 1024 people from across the globe and stated that they would receive a gift. The people selected were lucid dreamers, and the gift was something from a lucid dream.

Manei was then made into a real person. I remember having to explain many things to my parents. Since she had just sort of been plopped onto the earth by The Next, she didn't really have a family or a place to stay, she had to live with my parents. That made things really awkward.

My friend C had been gifted by The Next, she was among the 1024 people. My friend S however, had not. He was feeling under the weather because of that.

Everyone who had been gifted with a guide or some sort of power had to meet at a summit in Europe somewhere. But only 742 people actually showed up even though everyone who had been gifted by The Next was required to be present by world government.

At some point, a nuclear war broke out between a middle eastern nation and china. One of the nations tried to fire nuclear missiles at The Next. It stated that it was displeased with how humanity had turned out. It gifted another 1024 people with dream powers/guides in the waking world.

At some point I discovered that I had the ability to change between my waking life self and my dream self. When in my dream self form, I some of my vanilla dream powers such as invulnerability, flying and waterbending. Good thing too, all of these supernatural creatures such as vampires and werewolves started to crop up around the world.

My roommate brought this extremely interesting dream to a close unintentionally. I fell back asleep though.

In this dream, my dad was hosting me a birthday party at this arcade that I used to frequent. I was embarrassed that he had gotten me a birthday here because I turn 19 in less than a month and I'm a little old for the arcade.

I then realized that I wasn't wearing any pants. Then my old crush form high school showed up along with a few of her friends. She had been invited to the party and she started laughing at me.

I was playing this arcade game (still without any pants) with my high school crush where you had to pull out this stream of paper but if you pull too hard the paper rips and you fail at the game.

Then my grandmother showed up and took my shirt off. She told me she was going to take a photo and a measurement of my stomach. Then I would have to eat [some absurd amount of food] then she would take another photo and measurement of my stomach.

I then realized that I was quite possibly in the most embarrassing situation that was cosmically possible. I had to escape somehow, so I made the excuse that I had to go to the bathroom.

When I went into the arcade bathroom there were no toilets, but there were art supplies everywhere. All of these different pads of paper, boxes of pencils and charcoal and crayons. Erasers and protractors and drawing tables. You name it.

I somehow or other got fully dressed again.

I then ran into my drawing professor but she had bi-colored eyes, much like my dream self. Only they were both shades of green. Her right eye was a deep forest green while the left one was a pale sea green. I asked her why this was and she told me about how she hit her head as a child on a metal desk. The injury healed fine but she broke a blood vessel and now this.

She then showed me this pair of eyes that she had painted on a piece of heavy paper. The paper had been cut/folded into the shape of glasses. It was the same eyes but they were on opposite sides. She told me every time it was opposite day, she would wear this.

I started looking around for the art supplies I needed so that I could get back to class, completely ignoring the previous dream plot.

This was a very strange one. I was in what felt like a Wendy’s or McDonalds, save for the place was deserted, and it felt like it was closed. I was sitting in the corner along with a dream character who I did not recognize, but was a male.
[Dream Logic] They showed me a box full of these cutouts that were made out these really tough foam. They were cut into radial snowflake like patterns and he told me about how they were ‘Grow your own spaceships’. All you had to do was add water and they would turn into a spaceship. [/Dream Logic]
To be honest, the DC might have been Marcus, but I can’t remember. The dream was so blurry. This seems crazy even for something he would come up with.
So I took two of them out of the box. We had a cup of water and we used these little eyedroppers to get them started. The foam starts to puff up, and sure enough metal paneling begins to emerge and build. Watching this thing self-assemble is strange. It is fascinating to watch. The assemble seems something like a transformer, and I eventually see a rocket engine assemble in the center.
“Ya see that? That’s the kind of engine that will get you to Mars!”
The dream carried on for a long time as the spaceship continued to grow, transform and change. For some reason my spaceship turned into a large dark green suitcase with rocket motors on the bottom, and lights on the inside. The DC told me that the foam cutout was faulty and that I would try with another one. I lost the dream around there.

Something to do with being in a rather small room with a pool and a hot tub. For some reason all of the tiles are a rich forest green and there are high, narrow windows running along the top of the wall.

I am with S. We are in my room together and there is a large wall-mounted flatscreen TV on the wall where the dresser should be. We are sitting on the end of my bed, wrapped in blankets and eating popcorn out of a huge bowl. S wants to watch an adventure time episode called 'Finn's Future Nightmare'
The episode is supposed to center around Finn's future son who in the episode is this nightmarish monstrosity. There are a couple of blurry indistinguishable scenes that go on for a minute or two, then one of his shadow. It pans up to show a silhouette of the character. He is huge and brawny and has sword blades in the place of his hands.
There are then some scenes of him terrorizing innocent candy people. For some reason they are in this really realistic setting. This is followed by a scene of adult Finn rushing at him with the Grass Sword and Jake who has morphed into a shield. Supposedly in this future of adventure time, Jake can change not only the shape of his body but the composition; so his shield transformation actually looks like a shield.
His son steps out of the shadow. He looks like a little bit like the basic Finn (Save for muscles and sword hands) with the same outfit, and he has five or six of these pinwheel devices running up his shirt like buttons. They open and expand and fire energy out in different colors. Finn blocks them with the sword and he charges into melee range.
...
Finn wakes up from his nightmare, and Jake asks him what he dreamed about. He says he doesn't want to talk about it.

I am casually strolling along in the industrial park that is a few blocks from my house. The area has become a swamp and the factories are abandoned and flooded. It was some kind of post-apocalyptic future where my town had been destroyed and flooded, and the boardwalk had been built as a means for the new generation to walk around and explore what past towns and cities looked like.
Also, for some reason in this dream, I was like 14 or 15 years old. (I was walking around in the body that I had when I was 14 or 15. Something to do with cloning me.)
I had my computer with me. I approached a sitting area on the boardwalk and opened it up. I began typing up (in a word document) my dreams from earlier in the night when I was approached by a group of maybe six people. Some of them had vague resemblances to kids who used to bully me in middle school. One of them tried to grab at my computer, but I closed it.
I then remembered that it was when I turned fifteen that I started taking self defense classes. I wondered if my skills were any good. I saw one of the bullies try to do a mock kick to make fun of that fact, but he fell over backwards.
Another bully tried to grab my computer from my arms but I backed away. I leaped into the air and kicked him in the face. He fell over and I landed. A guy charged at me from the right and swung at me. I ducked. He then tried to uppercut me. I leaned back. Another guy came at me from the left. I kicked him in the gut and he fell over. The guy on my left swiped at me, and two more guys were coming in. I threw my computer up over me and caught it behind my back. I thought to myself how I should be careful doing stunts because I don't want my laptop to be broken or stolen.
Even though I was holding my own in this fight, for some reason I decided to try to get these guys off of me.
I yelled: "Police Officer!" and pointed behind them. All of the bullies looked where I pointed.
There was nobody there.
One of the bullies yelled "Oh, Sh*t!", and they all started running as if they were actually in trouble.
Dream characters don't get much more stupid than that.
But if that wasn't strange enough, I started running too. I can't remember why. I guess I figured that they might realize that there actually was no police officer and would try to chase me down. As I was running, I noticed that I was barefoot, and I seemed to be pushing off the ground with just my toes.
I then noticed that the frequency of my steps was very low. I was taking one step every ten feet and the way I was bounding off the ground; I almost seemed to be floating.
I became partially lucid, dropped my computer and started flying when the dream ended.