SammyTheSnake

Before bed I took 200mg of 5-HTP (in a pill that also contains an inconsequential amount of B6)

Dream 1:

I'm swimming in a stream, the scenery is reminiscent of the lake district on a very bright sunny day (very bright sunshine or almost complete darkness is a dreamsign for me!) As I'm floating downstream I can see bright green grass on the hills and various rocky / soil patches. I look under the water and it's very clear and well lit. The possibility I'm dreaming crosses my mind and after a few moments of building up courage, I try to test it by breathing underwater! First I breathe out and note that there aren't any bubbles, which builds my confidence, so I take a deep breath in and suddenly, as my confidence in being lucid soars, the colouring of the scene changes dramatically. The lighting is still very bright, though not as extremely, and the colours around me get super-saturated (reds look extremely red, the blue water looks like peppermint toothpaste, no dingy colours or half-shades at all). After a moment, I notice that as well as the extremely strong colours, there are also completely grayscale parts to my view.

I swim down the stream underwater marvelling at the brightly lit coral reef like sights. There are luminously bright plants, corals and animals. After a few metres I swim up to the surface and continue above the surface, flying into the air and finding myself at a part of the shore with trees. I fly up alongside a tree which has an entirely grayscale trunk/bark but glowing green leaves. I'm just starting to think about what tasks I can do and I realise the dream is fading, more's the pity!

Fragment 1:
(After my (IRL) alarm goes off at 07:00, I had a brief FA fragment in which I looked at the clock on my phone and it said 07:56 and I was upset that I hadn't managed to use my snooze button for any fragmentary attempts at LDing, but then the alarm went off again at 07:10 (I'd snoozed it at 7) and I went back to sleep, convinced that I'd be able to get some tiny fragments to boost my score, but this one's the only one I got :-(

Fragment 1: I'm following some kind of national infrastructure route, it feels like a new system perhaps foir delivering some new form of power but doedsn't follow any preexisting distribution network. I'm following a line into Wales from the WEst Midlands and can see the branching structure on a map.

Fragment 2: I'm in a car on a bridge heading downhill from the high point of the bridge toward what looks like a toll gate at the bottom of the slope. The bridge is wide, perhaps four or six lanes, and traffic is at a standstill. I hed down the hard shoulder and somebody in the car is apparently nervouis that I might hit the other cars as I pass, so I prove the point by driving so as to just clip my wing mirror on the bollards that line the other side of the gap I'm going through.

Fragment 3:
I'm in a car going around a roundabout, it feels familiar, I think from a dream of a few years back. I'm directing somebody else driving and tell them which exit to take, but they miss it and as we go past it becomes clear that it's more complicated than I thought because immediately adjacent to the exit we need to take, there is another exit that goes onto the wrong carriageway, and a third exit that leads onto a narrow old road that used to service the rouge. This third exit is precipitously steep, totally infeasible, but still offered as an option at the junction!

Dream one - Floating through the landscape:

[I'm sure there was more dream before I got lucid, but I can't remember what happened.]

I'm in a field of various wild grasses, reminiscent of a wheat field but not as uniform, with different heights and shapes of grass. Judging by the flowering it's mid summer.

For no obvious reason I suddenly suspect I'm dreaming and confirm it by floating off the ground and GET LUCID!

I try to remember my dream goals and remember that one of them was to incubate a mountain in China complete with distinctive flora and geology. I look up and see that there are snowcapped mountains in the distance. I decide to try to fly toward them. I rise up higher until in a few hundred metres above the ground figuring that being close to the ground would make the movement seem greater and therefore harder to go a long distance. I look down and see some suburban streets and notice that I appear to be flying backwards, away from the mountains.

I fly higher still until the ground begins to fade away behind clouds, then focus on looking intently at the mountains hoping that the scenery between me and them will fade out leaving me with only the mountains. As I'm doing this I try to picture some more authentically Chinese looking mountains. The mountains get greener and steeper and start to look more like the mountains I wanted, but as I'm doing this I'm realising that the Chinese mountains task was *incubation* and actually I need alpine mountains for my "fly through a snowy apine valley" task. I start heading up the valley reasoning that there will be not snow higher up and I can transform the mountains back to alpine style as I go.

Unfortunately I wake up decisively moments later :-(



Dream two - Rescue mission:
[I wish I'd written more notes on this one when I first woke up as it's faded somewhat now]

I'm inside some kind of vessel that could be a submarine or perhaps some a space craft, there's chaos going on with alarms and flashing lights and loud crashing noises and people rushing around reacting to whatever it is that's going on.

The scene flashes forward to some time later when the emergency is over and everyone has settled into the realisation that we are trapped underground. I'm reminded of a story I read of recently of some German soldiers accidentally trapped for several years in a supply depot when it was sealed to keep it from the allies.

The scene changes again, now I'm involved in some kind of rescue/salvage mission.

I'm looking at a map or perhaps an overhead photograph of terrain showing what looks like impact marks in sandy silt at the bottom of a body of water. I can hear a woman's voice explaining that these marks indicate where a vessel hit the ground hard. At one end of the elongated scar there is a dark smudge that it is explained is the craft itself showing dimly through the silt. It turns out that is has come to rest barely below the surface. There is a painful irony that if the crew has realised they were so close to the surface they probably could have found their way out. Indeed, the female voice goolies on to explain that one ends of the vessel is just fractionally protruding above the surface.

On closer inspection, I can see a corner of the craft, an incongruent hard straight line among a vague blurry picture. As we watch, we can even see a little movement and realise that the vessel rocks slightly as crew members within move from one end to the other and we realise that the crew, presumed dead, must still be alive!


Rescue mission for a buried sub cum spaceship

I'm in my childhood home and I'm late leaving to get to college. I briefly converse with my sister about it then rush to get ready.

I faff about with my bike for a bit checking I've got air in my tyres and have my lights in place etc. I start cycling and it's really hard work, in pushing really hard on the pedals and barely moving, it feels like my legs are really tied and still asleep. I look down at the gears and hear levers and try to work out what hear I'm in and how to change to a lower gear, which I eventually manage after getting thoroughly confused.

Once I'm under way I realise I've probably missed the train I was going to catch and decide that just cycling the whole way is probably my best bet. I start to get a little uncertain of the route (I've not done it in about 18 years!) The weather is glum and gets wetter, I'm getting soggy and muddy and when I get to a village on the way I decide to pull over and find somewhere to get a bit cleaned up and regroup.

I pull into what turns out to be a cycling shop and I fell a little sheepish that I was just going to use the loo to wag the mud off and I'm in somebody's shop. I have a quick wash and return to my bike. My rucksack is a bit off balance on the rack so I decide to repack it and start turning out items into the shop floor. I try shoving various items into pockets and sections, take out and refold no less than three jumpers, a blanket and two woolly hats, rearrange a small camping stove, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember, and three raw eggs.

At this last item evinces a quizzical grunt from the shop keeper and I explain that they're a gif snack when camping and that it you pack then wrapped in your clothes or blankets or whatever, it's not difficult to keep then safe. I note that of course you have to remember they're there when you get your jumper out of your bag or you'll to them onto the floor. As I'm explaining this I'm trying to zip up my overstuffed bag and manage to pop two of the eggs like zits, looking like a fool

I'm with my parents and a smattering of other family members in Shrewsbury, visiting grandparents. We're going on a day trip in the car to Ypres. I say to Dad, isn't Ypres in Belgium of something, and he says no, it's just down the road. Who knew? Apparently it's a giant war museum these days because it was all but destroyed in the second world war.

In the way we stop at some traffic lights and Dad hops out to pee in a bush (world's smallest bladder) and the lights go through several changes but it's not our turn for a while, but when it gets to our turn I'm shooting out the window for dad to stop faffing about (by this time he's standing in the middle of the road looking at clouds or something. There are several cars behind us waiting for us to get on with it!

Eventually, we pull up at the end of an inauspicious country land onto a grassy parking area. There's a massive, grandiose but partially ruined Gothic edifice that appears to be the official entrance, it's somewhat reminiscent of the hollow shell of Coventry's old cathedral but made of a very blackened limestone.

We go inside and look at the entrance fee and rules. It's only a couple of quid, but we're only allowed to spend two hours there which we all agree is a stupid rule. We go in and are on a coach driving through abandoned houses and other buildings, most have bricked up windows presumably to preserve them. I think that the rule about only spending 2 hours here sends even sillier given the obvious size of the place.

The coach stops and we all pile out into a slightly fake looking street full of period shops with mannequins depicting typical historical activities. There's a tour guide who starts telling stories about the various buildings and other features. Somehow we've ended up with a Dutch speaking group so u don't understand much of the tour guide's stories, only catching that apparently the rule for washing was that you must use exactly 37 wipes of your flannel.

I investigate a couple of the shops, the signage is all in English and I furrow my Bros trying to decide whether that is surprising or not. One of the shops seems to be a working but historically themes gift shop with the people behind the counter in character as people of a bygone era. Another is apparently undergoing some kind of fitting out and is essentially empty but for a woman moving boxes and such around.

To one side of the street is a broad stream which on closer inspection turns out to have large alligators in it. There's a boy standing right by the edge of the water and I'm concerned that he might get attacked by an alligator. As I'm trying to decide if I should do sobering about that, I realise he's now walking along the back of one of the alligators and reaches down to rub the back of its head! The alligator seems to be happy enough with that and even rolls over for a belly rub! As I look closer, I realise that all the alligators have badly deformed snouts, most of them look like they've suffered some kind of fairly severe and partially healed crush injury. I figure with some confusion that these crocs have been selected (or maybe even deliberately inured) in order to be "safe" in this place.

Harriet is here and reaches up to hold my hand, which I accept with a smile and we walk off into a gentle waking up...

Dream 1 - Soapy Jack takes down the evil accountants.
I'm in the offices of a small accountancy firm where everything seems to be done by hand. At first I think I've got a temporary job there and just get on with the work, categorising expenses and revenue under nominal codes and all the rest of the boring crap accountants are famous for being boring for. After a while I realise there are some key gaps in my understanding that I would have known if I'd been through the basic introductory training and I rationalise this by saying I must have missed that because I'm an undercover agent!

[I think I woke up here and rejoined the dream in a later dream but I remember it as one dream.]

I'm back at the offices outside of office hours possibly to steal some secret paperwork or some other spy like activity and I realise there are several people already here and they've rumbled me. There are 4-5 of them and they all know kung fu, but so do I, so BRING IT ON! We start doing kicks and flips and blocks and the like, I realise that being outnumbered means I have to be creative, so I start throwing staplers and iPhones and anything else that might slow them down enough to make their attacks manageable, I manage a couple of knock down blows and then dive through the window, grabbing the paperwork on my way and run off into the night.

When I wake up, I'm left with the impression that for some reason my character's name is Soapy Jack. No idea what that's about...

Dream 2 - Shopping is complicated:
I'm at the checkout at Tesco with a trolley full of shopping. I start putting items on the conveyor and reach to get a "next customer please" divider, the little track they're normally on has been used for various little items that people decided they didn't want to buy after all, but there is a divider among the creme eggs and other random bits and bobs.

As the customer before me finishes up and leaves and it's my turn, I realise I left my reusable bags in my car. I ponder just using the disposable bags but my car is parked in the near side of the carpark, so I say to the chap manning the till "do you mind if I nip to my car and get my bags, I'll be literally less than two minutes" and I dash out while he blips my items.

The next thing I know, I'm pulling up in my car at home and realise I just drove home on autopilot rather than getting my bags and the checkout guy has been left waiting!

I rush back to apologise and retrieve my shopping. I get a bit distracted and pick up a couple if other things to buy. At the checkout I ask what happened to my shopping and somebody explains that they finished blipping it and put it in the trolley over by the customer service desk where I can pay for it.

This seems like a good idea and I say thank you but it turns out they want to charge me a fee for their trouble and don't want to tell me how much it is. I wake up confused!


Dream 3 - Sneaking through back gardens:
[I had made notes on this with my voice recorder but managed to l lose the recording, so this is somewhat vague and brief.]

I'm at the bottom of a largeish suburban garden, sneaking through, I climb over fences and through bushes and brambles. After going through half a dozen gardens, I start to climb a flagpole or mobile phone mast or something. At the top I perch on a spar that sticks out the side and watch some kids playing in the garden below. There's some conversation with the kids but I can't recall any of it...

Dream one: Supermarket catacombs
Somebody is ill in a large traditional church building.
I call an ambulance, the person in the other end of the phone appears to be almost expecting the call and even knows the persons address, but I explain that the person is not at home but at the church. I go and try to spot the ambulance in case they don't know where to stop and see a variety of shops built into the edge of the church building, like a shopping arcade. I investigate behind the shops and find a large underground storage facility full of what looks like supermarket stock on dusty shelves with some yellow jacketed men shuffling around with clipboards and fork lift trucks. I snoop about a bit before realising I probably ought not to be here and heading back upstairs by means of a rickety old open lift somewhat reminiscent of warehouses in 101 films.

Dream two: Naughty motorbiking
I'm on a dirt bike flying through streets and tunnels doing wheelies through large puddles and trying to skim over deeper water.
I get to the end of a tunnel and it opens out into a covered space on the bank of a river, it looks like this area is perhaps tidal or otherwise occasionally flooded with banks of sandy silt and puddles it feels a bit like the space under a pier or a large concrete pontoon. I carry on toward the bank of the river planning to use a RIB as a ramp to get over the river. At this point I think through the manoeuvre several times with variations as my dreaming mind is interrupted by the first flakes is lucidity. This repetition as my subconscious tries to decide how realistic the scenario needs to be to pass muster is a classic dreamsign and the lucidity grows until I opt to land in the middle of the river and sink down, enjoying the impossibility of breathing and riding a motorbike underwater. Unfortunately the darkness and minimal lucidity mean I lose the dream and wake up.

I reenter the dream but non lucidly (boo!) I'm back on the motorbike coming up to a backstreet industrial area with a variety of garage sized units each occupied by separate concerns, mostly #full of boxes, some appear to be running repair shops of various kinds.

I pull into one unit that apparently is where the bike belongs, but I get an uneasy feeling that these guys are up to nefarious activities and decide to go back out again. I see two motorbikes this time and realise a friend is with me and we head off to play in the streets and puddles again.

Dream three: Lots of sex
That's about it really, an awkward succession of stilted and vague sexual encounters in which neither party was all that interested and both seemed to be putting up with it for the benefit of the other. Eventually we stop because it's getting a bit sore. Heaven knows what Freud would make of that dream...

Dream four: Tree in a car
Leaving a large modern church building en masse to go and have lunch together. This is not the same church as in the earlier dream. I decide to take a chair with me for stone train, it's exactly like one of my table chairs. I head directly through the nearest door rather than negotiate several internal doorways, explaining the logic to Andrew on the way past. I ponder how in going to get the chair on my bike as I've left my car behind today. I overhear Maddie taking to somebody about how he wouldn't let a tree grow in his car and I investigate the subject of the conversation, pulling a small tree out of the suspension of some numpty's car. Freud would probably claim the tree was sine kind of sexual symbolism in this dream, too, I expect...

Dream 1:
Faffing about trying to move out of a building. My brother keeps running off to pack more things and I'm getting impatient.

Eventually we get going in a van that contains another van. My brother derives down the road at breakneck speed, barely missing cars at the junction at the bottom of the road. I tell him off for that.

Dream 2:
I've run out of clean undies (all packed in the van?) So I start looking for somewhere to hand clean some dirty undies. As I keep going, there are more and more bits and bobs in the sink, with people adding things as I try to clean everything and the sunk growing to accommodate the heaps of junk.

Fragment 1:
Whizzing around in boats


Dream 1:
A loop about lucid dreaming. I am trying to pull off some kind of lucid challenge and keep going back to sleep after not quite managing it.

I manage to avert a nasty violent argument on the final attempt, a bystander appears to remember the argument that happened in the previous loop and is scared when I turn up but is relieved when I manage to change the story this time around

Fragment 2:
Dancing on the sofa to the band outside

Fragment 1:
I'm trying to repair something that needs some specific screws that I know I have somewhere but I can't find. After what feels like about ten minutes of scrabbling around in various nooks and crannies, I give up, assuming the screws got hovered up or something.

Fragment 2:
I'm playing with portals like in the game Portal - would be pretty damn cool if I could remember more of it, especially if I can do it lucidly. Hmm, future TOTM?


Dream 1 - Alien invasion part one:
The world is taken over by some kind of alien slash demigod (I just watched Thor II and Guardians of the Galaxy) The water levels are rising and everyone is trying to find a spot on top of buildings or other high up places. For some reason it's important that everyone is quiet and there's something jangling in my pocket - little round bells about the size of peas, similar to the ones you get on a cat collar. Perhaps these are a remnant of the gizmo from the first fragment?

I appear to be flying and aim to land on top of a silo like object with some other people. I'm desperately trying to shed the bells silently and manage to ditch the last handful into the water as I land, just as the baddie comes around the corner and starts casting some kind of spell on people. The spell turns people black in a non visual way (I don't know how better to explain it!) and as each person is labeled by the spell, they are assigned to a group of people, 4-6 per group.

The groups are the same as in some previous grouping (is this the second invasion?) and people start being drawn through the air to join their groups. I am pulled off the silo, around a corner, and up the side of a multi story building. People are flying off the balconies to join their groups while I am drawn slowly up the side of the building to meet the people I was with before. The groups seem to be named after satellites in orbit with somewhat whimsical names (which I can't remember, I think stone were named after the four classical elements)

Dream two - Alien invasion part two:
After waking up for a minute, I end up in a new dream that seems to be a follow on from the previous one

An older chap (reminiscent of Dale from the walking dead) is leading a group of people through deserted streets (I'm one of them)

We appear to be some kind of resistance force against the alien invader, but when he shows up, "Dale" acts like he's cooperating and shows the baddie a giant sign he made listing the satellites. The sign is made from repurposed traffic signs and there are about 30 named.

Baddie decides he doesn't approve and to demonstrate his opinion, he levitates the sign over to a giant unlit bonfire on a nearby hillock. Three are about a dozen minions swarming over the pile of junk trying to light it. After a few attempts, there's a fireball and most of the minions are inside it, a couple are just on the edge and run screaming on fire for a moment before dying.

One comes running over screaming "Soy yo! Soy yo!" I expect him to be horribly injured but he seems to be OK. We take him inside the building we are standing next to.

As we enter the building, the scenario transforms again. It's just me and a woman who appears to be my wife. We try to find a good place to sleep in this abandoned and barren building. The walls are whitewashed and it feels like a building that was not quite finished before it was abandoned. We settle in adjacent rooms, but I need to go through her room to get to the next one...

Wake up to alarm.

I try a few cheeky micro WILDs in the ten minute gaps of my alarm's size cycle without success. With a 20 minute gap, this might be a viable tactic...

NLD:
I'm outside a building I don't actually turn around to see but appears to be a train station. I have my bike with me and I'm planning to cycle home, but feel like I should show my train pass before I go anyway. I hang around in a fenced of area just over the road where a bus is due to arrive to replace a missing train, muttering under my breath about how poorly arranged this train station appears to be (I do this in real life, too!)

When the bus appears, I have to squeeze past to get to the door to show my ticket (thinking back, the location if the door means this bus was left hand drive) The conductor chap is puzzled by my explanation of why I'm showing him my ticket, and I feel like a chump for waiting around when it seems I needn't have bothered.

I go back across the road to get on my bike, noticing that it's just starting to get a bit dark, just enough that I'd rather have my lights on to avoid SMIDSY.

I reach over to get my helmet (hanging on the fence) and when I turn back my bike has been replaced by a large silver car (a Mondeo, I think) This doesn't phase me at all. (I have a memory of going to buy the car but I think this is a retrospective justification or an insert from a different dream) I get into the left hand side of the car and have to reach quite far forward to pull the door shut.

I think I ought to drive super gently because this is a new car and because I don't want to give Emma any excuse to criticise my driving. I briefly think that I should put my bike lights on, but remember that my bike is a car now and has headlights!

I head off on a dirt track, because it's too tight to turn around and take the obvious route home. I try to work out how to get from the dirt track to the main road and see several other cars on a parallel track looking like they know the way but I can't get to their track. I decide that I can just keep going on this track and that eventually it will turn into a residential area and beyond that will be a main road. I have to dodge a couple of mutters coming the other way at high speed. Just as the track gains tarmac, I catch up with a couple of other cars, who then look like they're turning off to the left into a race track. I can't resist joining them out of curiosity. I think this might be a prefect chance to satisfy my need for speed in a low risk environment.

Coming up the drive I have some difficulty with the gears, accidentally ending up in third at very low speed, then struggling with clutch control, feeling like a early as I hold up the car behind, given that I'm trying to drive impeccably.

I get to the track and park my car as out of the way as possible so I can find somebody in charge and find out what the costs are etc. They'd a sign up saying entrance is free, so I have a look over the fence to see what's going on. There are people racing around on skateboards, so I won't be able to drive today and I turn around to leave.

My car seems to have taken on board my desire to park out of the way and had shrunk down and transformed into a motorbike helmet. I briefly pounder the dream physics of getting into the car on is reduced form and turning around when the full sized firm would be overlapping with the building I parked next to. I turn the helmet sound and move it away from the building so that there won't be a conflict when it returns to full size.

I drive off on a tarmac road, following a series of junctions while trying to get a grip on this new car. There are a variety of controls around the steering wheel, one of which spears to be some kind of military device, but I can't work out what. There's a key for it in the driver's door pocket, and even the key has a little lock on it. I have no idea where the key for the key lock is. Also in the door pocket are some audio tapes, the car soars to have a take player, how quaint.

After following the road around a bit, I pull into a supermarket carpark over a huge speed bump. The car skids a coupe of times barely missing boards and other cars. I manage to react to the skids and avoid crashing, but only just. I think how it would be a good idea to find a nice open part of the carpark to practice, but it's a very small carpark. I head out passing an employee of the supermarket on the way out.

I wrestle with the gears again, the clutch send to be reluctant to grip at low speed and I think about what people will think about me buying a car without checking such basics. The dashboard of the car has lots of gizmos, glowing lights that react to my driving, a fuel consumption disk that shows me when in using too much, a radio that appears to be from my old Mondeo and is still tuned into my choice of station.

Fragment:
Discussing the former dream with my dad, then waking up to find I'm running late because I turned my alarm off instead of snoozing!

SammyTheSnake

Lucid dream:
After I tried a WILD, but probably after a lapse in consciousness, I start visualising a street full of people (a scenario I have been incubating because several goals involve DCs)

There are lots of people walking in the same direction as me as I fly a couple of feet above the ground (a favourite way of getting around in a dream - helpfully reminding me that it *is* a dream!) and a few going the other way. I try to look at people's faces to see if I recognise anyone, but nobody looks familiar.

The street is familiar and I think it might be Dogpole in Shrewsbury (where I grew up) I nearly get distracted worrying too much about where the street goes, but realise that having a street in mind is handy because I can just let my subconscious follow the route and I don't need to think to much about generating more scenery. As I turn down the hill I realise that the street has become enclosed like a giant corridor in a shopping centre or the like. The sides of the street / corridor are a combination of shop fronts, redbrick buildings, and rich oak panelling. The ground changes from tarmac to satin finish white tiles.

Heading down the hill, I realise almost all the people I see are heading in the same direction as me which isn't very convenient because not setting their faces turns them into "traffic" rather than "people". I turn left at a junction at the bottom of the hill (I should have just stopped at the junction, but hey) thinking that I might see more faces heading that way, but my subconscious pulls a fast one on me and I turn into a large room that feels a lot like a swimming pool changing room.

My lucidity drops somewhat at this scene change, but I'm still just about lucid. I start faffing around with taking off my suit (apparently I'm wearing an expensive suit) carefully folding it and trying to lie it on a bench where it won't get wet. I notice a female DC who seems to want me to "interact" with her, so I oblige. My lucidity / dream recall fades out completely here.

NLD:
I'm in my suit from the previous dream, but I have been awake in between. I'm at Armoury Gardens (childhood home) getting ready for work, mum is there explaining why I'm in a suit to Sandeep (my boss's boss) and the explanation involves staying overnight at a relative's house but I don't remember the details. Alice (my sister) has a rather awesome electric violin in a nice case that seems to be designed for two. She talks about getting a chin rest for it, as the case has spare space.

There was more to this dream but it's very vague, I remember a spiral staircase and some gizmo or other but not even really enough to call a fragment

SammyTheSnake

Dream one:
Trying to get into a large house that I'm sure is a location I've been to in previous dreams. There's no spare key, mum explains that it's a special key that would cost over a hundred pounds to duplicate.

My big brother is behind me also trying to get into the house. I manage to find a different door and get in, but I lock the door behind me and run around closing a variety of other doors and windows. I don't recall why I wanted to lock him out...

Dream two:
A seemingly endless cycle of trying to get to work on time (or at least no later than I already am!)

Fixing my bike, putting my shoes on only to find the shoelaces need replacing, waking up at midday, desperately needing the loo just as I'm about to leave, not being able to find my keys, getting lost as I run the whole way to work (it's about 25 miles) getting to work and finding it's locked. Really the whole repertoire of rubbish anxiety dream nonsense!

Fragment:
For some reason I'm in a somewhat erotic tryst with a girl who seems to be quite keen on trying to fit me in anywhere except the most obvious option. Not the most unpleasant dream I've ever had, but still a little frustrating

Dream one:

I'm arriving at the Gables [my grandparents' house] with a couple of others (family members?) And it's somewhat empty because my grandparents are planning to sell up (and move to a smaller house, probably)

I accidentally stomp mud all over the freshly hoovered carpets from my big boots and go to look for the "hodduddudduh" to sweep it up. The carpet sweeper is as useless as ever, just spreading the mud around.

Mum comments that she'd love to live here and I doubt she could afford it because it's much bigger that armoury gardens.

Dream two:
I've been kidnapped to make drugs like in Breaking Bad. Walter White is asleep in a bed and I try to wake him up to get him to help me. The man who's coercing me into making drugs explains that he's drugged and not likely top wake up soon. I also feel very heavy limbed as if I'm recovering from being drugged. I get dressed and can't find any socks because I didn't pack any as I wasn't expecting to stay.

Dream three:
I'm in a spherical spaceship with three competing/cooperating factions controlling their own sectors of the ship. I'm inside the ship with the other two captains, trying out some gizmos. There's one that lets us mimic each other perfectly (like a holographic disguise with voice simulation)

The three factions are stereotypes, one of them is a very by-the-book character, which I rib him about when I mimic him. I touch the left of his three eyelids (on my face while I'm disguised as him) and he gets very angry, apparently there's some kind of cultural taboo I'm breaking. He grabs my arm and tells me he'll break it of I don't stop, and rip it off altogether of I do it again.

I stop.

Then we look at some close combat weapons, one in particular grabs my attention, it's a glove with razor sharp blades, hooked at the end. It's labeled the 'killingpriest". It reminds me of Vega from Street Fighter.

There's also a selection of smaller hook like things with sharp ends which the third captain uses to rip the helmet off my face, scratching my nose in the process. Ouch.


Lucid dream one!
I'm arriving at some kind of jacuzzi establishment with a posse of friends. I climb into a jacuzzi booth through tinted cellophane windows that are supposed to make marketing photography more realistic. There's no water in the jacuzzi bit there is a round table about 8ft across. I sit at the table with a random chap. A couple of girls look on like they're going to join us but decide to go for the overcrowded both next door instead. I laugh and comment that nothing feels like rejection as much as girls preferring to be cramped with old folk than sit with us!

Another couple of girls come into our booth and we start spinning the table which spins the both too, like the teacups at the amusement park. One of the girls has her feet sticking right out into the slave inner the table where I want my feet. I'm not sure if o should be irritated or if she's trying to flirt.

Pizza arrives! I'm not sure if were supposed to get food here but we tuck in anyway. I notice my buddies outside of the booth sitting at a bar eating together, so I get up and join them. Steve G has a plate stacked high with various cured meats and comments that one of them in particular is almost pure salt. I all if I can try it and he offers me the slice. It's like the basin equivalent of a single malt whisky, full of deep rich unexpected flavours. I ask him where he got out from and he days there's a charcuterie exhibit on down the road, so I go to investigate.

I wander through the stalls in a dimly lit exhibition hall, most of which are giving out free samples, but I somehow end up at one that's charging for samples and don't have s penny on me :-(

I head back to the jacuzzi place (to borrow some money from a friend?) but realise that there were stalls giving out free samples so I go back down the hill again.

I'm waking into the town centre like area with a swarm of other people milling around trying to get to wherever they're going, most going in the same direction, but stone going elsewhere and I'm feeling a little frustrated by having to squeeze through the crowd, so the possibility of floating over them cones to mind (I've been using visualisation of floating and environment manipulation as a daytime practice, which seems to have worked!)

I GET LUCID!

I float up above the crowd as an RC and start to think of what I should do with my lucidity. I remember that flying faster is an aim of mine and might count as advanced flying for the competition. I try a variety of swimming like manoeuvres to accelerate with limited success, I get a sensation of speed (wind in my face and the ground blurring) but I'm not covering ground any faster, so I don't think it counts. I try going higher instead to get the advanced flying goal. With a series of *whooshes* I rise up to about fifty metres, then maybe 500, then just below cloud level. I decide that's high enough to count and close my eyes to feel the sensation of flying . I'm a little nervous that this might destabilise the dream but that doesn't seem to happen.

I decide that while I'm up here I might as well try the"fall from a great height" dare and realise it combines well with the "gain invulnerability" goal. I allow myself to fall precipitously to the ground, feeling the wind rushing past me more and more urgently, falling with a splintering sound through a tree and hitting the ground with a damp thud. The tree feels uncomfortable but the ground seems to be quite soft, like really well hydrated soft soil.

I get up unharmed and opening my eyes (realising I probably should have fallen with my eyes open) to see a girl trying to fix a gate in front of her house, looking a little frustrated and despondent, like she's been trying for a while and is worried about the security of her house of she can't fix it. I think this night be a chance to get basic summoning by conjuring up a spare part to fix the gate, but it seems she just needs to tighten a bolt and doesn't have a spanner or the finger strength to so it by hand. I tighten the bolt for her (my left arm is uncooperative so I have to lean right in to do it - perhaps I'm sleeping on my arm?) Her mother is just arriving home and they're both grateful. I say they're welcome and mumble something about it not being perfect but it should do for now.

I look around at the street and think about what I should do next. I think of my three step task (supper strength, basic summoning, eat something) my plan is to flip cars over, then summon and eat a bar of chocolate (with the possibility that the chocolate might be magic and transform me into the incredible hulk)

I spot a car park across the road and fly over to it. It's night time now (it's been a sunny day so far) I land heavily on the bonnet of a car, denting it badly, jump onto another couple of cars, and then land on the ground next to another, which I kick. (I'm just enjoying being destructive with no consequences!)

I pick a smallish car (a Micra, perhaps?) And lift out onto its side - it leaves the ground slightly in the process. I'm not happy that the strength require is superhuman enough, so I do the same with a larger car. With the third car, I concentrate on being stronger, rather than lifting harder. I consider making the car light but that surely counts as cheating. I manage to get this one to land on its other side, having rotated 270 degrees.

I realise that I've been rolling cars in the downhill direction, so I decide to do one last car uphill. I spot a yellow skoda truck that appears to be something to do with fixing street lighting. I stand on the downhill side, grab the don't-drive-under-me rail, muster some imagination momentum, and manage to flip it onto its roof.

Satisfied that I've been suitably superhuman, I decide to move on to the summoning part but just then my alarm goes off and I realise this entire dream happened between my alarm and the first snooze -10 minutes!

I'm in a car park, or possibly at the side of a road with cars parked alongside. I remember that I was going to turn cars over as a demonstration of superhuman strength. MrPriority is with me and it becomes a competition to see who can do the most impressive car flip. I start with a smallish car and turn it onto its side fairly easily. I move on to a larger car, perhaps a Mondeo. I hope to turn it right over. It nearly tips onto its roof but I lose momentum and it trays on its side like the first.

I move on again to an estate car, picking it over a couple of others as they're parked in and there's nowhere to flip them over into. As I'm turning it over I notice there's a man in the driver's seat and I hesitate a little bit but I know this competition takes that into account, so I carry on. The car ends up testing against a bus and there are several family members in the car. A small child has fallen out of the car and is such between the car and the bus, so I help to retrieve it unharmed.

An additional fragment: I remember there being a salamander. No idea what the rest of the dream was, just the salamander...