AnotherDreamer

I'm convinced that I didn't go into nREM sleep at all last night. My first dream seemed to last forever and when I woke up, only 30 minutes had passed since I fell asleep. I think that this might have been because I took a deep sleep nap yesterday. Maybe I should do this more often so that I can, ideally, do WILD right as I go to bed and REM lucid dream for 8 hours. I like the sound of that.

I remembered a lot of dreams last night, and I'm sure there were a lot that I don't remember. I'll try to write them in chronological order.

fragment 1:
I was in a giant palace of a house, there were 5 floors. Each floor had a glass balcony that let you look down on the fancy living room below. There was one person on the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floors. I don't remember who was on the 2nd floor, but I do remember he played an audio tape of some guy dying from a stroke. After it was done playing, an invisible being came and sucked this dark smoke out of him. He fell to the ground, dead. On the 3rd floor, there was a sad man that was moping around. He wore a black T-shirt that had the word VICTIMHOOD written on it in red. Dark smoke was sucked out of him and he died as well. There was a sad girl on the 4th floor, she was cutting her wrists. Death came and sucked the dark smoke out of her, she fell to the floor, dead. On the 5th, there was nobody up there but me. Death came and started sucking the dark smoke out of me. I became lucid, grabbed the neck of this invisible being and sucked my dark smoke back in. I knocked death against the wall with my mind and ran down to the 4th floor. I wanted to resurrect the girl, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I tried to summon her. A small doll of her likeness materialized in front of me. I made the doll grow to human size, and brought it to life as the girl. She had open cuts on her wrists and her throat. I mended them with my mind. There was still a big scar on her throat, but I figured that didn't matter now. I went down to the 3rd floor and I think I gave the sad guy a hug, not quite sure. Went down the 2nd floor and I don't remember what happened. I do remember that as I got down to the bottom floor the dream faded to black and I started to wake up. I didn't want it to end yet, so I made a bright flash of light and created the image of that palace's bottom floor. I then started to dance around as I touched the walls to make it more vivid.

DEILD:
Back on the bottom floor of the palace, I talked to these nice two people that were sitting on couches next to a fireplace. Then started going back upstairs until I got to the 4th floor. That girl was still there. We had sex while a maid, a butler, and a chef watched and laughed their asses off. I started laughing hysterically as well. Not sure what that was all about. I fixed her throat-scar because it was bothering me. I then saw a scene playing out, it was a real-life enactment of the audio tape that was played by the guy on the 2nd floor. A middle-aged Italian man fell on his face, his right leg wasn't working. He managed to stand up after a little bit of a struggle. I noticed that the right side of his face was dropping. He was having a hemorrhagic type stroke. I didn't like watching that, so I went up to the 5th floor again and there was a couch and a giant film screen. I sat down and watched footage from my childhood. It showed how kind and innocent I had been and then it showed how I had once wished that my dad would die. I was very angry at him. It broke my heart to think about that. I woke up

fragment 2:

I was on a beach with a girl and she was flirting with me. She climbed a palm tree and I followed her. We started making out and her brother was there. He didn't like that so much.

fragment 3:

I was in a home for poor children without families and I was a lot younger. We were all sitting around a giant table, talking and getting drunk even though we were all ages 10-15. The guy that owned the home gave us this delicious canned food. He made it and sold it. A man that was writing a book arrived in an old, beat up 280z with pea-green paint. I started talking to him, I don't remember what we said, but I feel like it was about dreaming. I gave him a can of the delicious canned food. He left and I woke up.

Dream 1:

It was a post-apocalyptic world, I was in a city. There were highrises everywhere and a very bleak, gray surrounding. This dream almost definitely got its inspiration from DayZ. I was running around, looking for supplies when I came across a man with a really nice sniper rifle and full tactical SWAT armor. He didn't kill me on site, despite the fact that he could. He gave me a sniper rifle too and we became buddies. He was camping some small garage that had a really nice gun and some grenades laying on the floor. He put a landmine under them so that if someone tried to take them, boom. A couple of guys came along and killed my buddy. The landmine blew them up. I heard zombies coming, attracted by the noise so I ran like hell.

I eventually stumbled onto a group of douche bags. Those kind of guys that kill on sight and laugh their asses off about murdering a lone person when it's 5v1. They started firing on me, I turned invisible (it only lasted for 4 seconds). I shot four of them in the head and the 5th guy shot me in the arm. I started running because the gunfight had attracted an army of zombies. These super zombies and zombie dogs started chasing me, but it wasn't fair. They could run faster than me and they could jump higher than me. I woke up before they could catch me.

Dream 2:

I was in someone's backyard, gardening for them. There was a small cement path behind their house and a huge, white limo drove down the path and stopped about 10 feet from me. The author from the previous dream got out and started talking to me! We both went into his limo to sit down. We started talking about dreams and the talk got fairly philosophical. I won't include it here, but it was very interesting for me. When we were done talking, I got out of his limo and then I woke up.

fragment 4:

I was hanging out with my sister and her buddies. They wanted me to drink but I didn't want to, I almost never drink. I don't like how it makes me feel. They didn't like that, so I left.

fragment 5:

I loved this dream, was very similar to Dark Souls. I started in a cave, it was dark but there were candles on the wall. I was wearing full, metallic, knight armor and I was carrying around an enormous sword. After wandering for awhile, I came to a statue. I touched it and it glowed red and started vibrating. The entire cave started to shake and the statue turned into an ancient King. The dude was pissed, he started lunging at me with his rapier. We had an epic battle for awhile but he beat me. It was close though!

Dream 3:

This was a false awakening from the last RPG dream. I got on DV to type up the dreams while I still remembered, but something went wrong and it only posted one dream. Then I woke up for real.