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I remember being at a bar with Mark75 and my friend H. I don't remember anything else in the dream, because I had a FA of getting in chat and telling them about it.

Length: 5 min remembered.
Dream Non-dream

Me and my cousin (26 or so yrs old) are in a dark feild, I'm half naked. I look around, there was a girl and some gangster. My cousin tells me that for the best sex ever, I need to "keep it up" for 5 minutes straight, and don't release. There was a garbage can there for my emissions, and another for the gangster.

The girl started to perform oral on the guy, and while watching, my cousin said in order to get the feeling, I'd have to choose one of my parents. I didn't know what for, and they said I could decide on the way there. When leaving, three girls (assassins) came to me, and said "We're going to kill them you know, that's the deal". They looked like witches from Bayonetta, but in all white. I pretended that I knew, and that I was one of them. I jumped up a small wall and did a flip, and they believed me.

Me and the girls drove to a house, where apparently my dad was, with full security. We broke in the window, then one of the girls dispatched a guard. She did a triple back flip, then jumped and did a 720 spin while shooting her gun, landed and spun on the floor, shooting her guns.

Then she attacked me, I (as a women mind you, I had turned into a bayonetta-style assassin) ran and slid under a chair, then spun around and shot them with my heel gun. I jumped up, and she spun around, I said (right before she did it) Triple backflip, jump, 720 spin, heel shot."

She looked at me and stopped after the flips. "...How'd you know what I was gonna do?" me and the other witches teamed together and said that she always did the same thing, she was so predictable.

I woke up.

For some reasons I've noticed my dreams always revolve around my dad rather than my mom. I'm not sure if it's because my dad's talked to me about dreams or if I'm actually "defending" him. This is my third dream lately where I've been in a team to defend him (or pretend I was with the attackers, and kill them).

Pretty interesting considering my dad says he gets attacked a lot in dreams.

I was at some kind of old shopping mall. It was made up of old red bricks, with a strange gooey substance used as cement. I looked up to the sky, and saw a moonless night. That pitch black sky that seems to swallow your being. Feeling a shiver of anticipation, I moved in through the vast, (I mean really vast) gates that had rusted iron bars in them. I could see the rust flying in little flakes due to the breeze and moving around, as the dust moves around in Lion King.
Thinking something along the lines of, "I am wasting my dream time.", I proceeded, still blissfully non-lucid. The dream was highly detailed, perhaps my most detailed dream yet. I remember noticing each and every little detail as I walked. The crunches of the dried leaves beneath my feet, the smell of the damp air, and the feel of each and every rock as I stepped on it. It was so clear, that for a moment I truly believed it to be real life, for such detail couldn't exist in a dream.
I saw many shops on my left and right, as I walked through that boulevard. Most of them were closed, and the ones that were open were more like houses, or even inns. I went inside a shop, noticing the sign that was suspended above it's door rocking back and forth due to the wind. I entered inside, and the whole atmosphere changed. It was like stepping from a freezing blizzard into a cozy, well-heated room. Technically, it WAS just that. I could see people roaming about here and there, all in red and white Santa Claus suits that made them look goofy. The were all good natured. No one minded me, nor did anyone ignore me. They politely welcome me in and directed me towards a room.
I sense of romance overcame me as I entered the room and saw, to my surprise, an exquisitely beautiful young lady sitting there on the window, which was wide open. The moon hung in the sky like a compliment to her beauty. She was dressed an a lavish cocktail dress, also of red color, exposing and hiding just the right amount of skin to make one go oblivious just looking at the wearer.
Something else caught my attention. Her eyes. She had the most striking eyes I had every seen. And yet, they were brimming with tears, tears that were never quite let loose, but sat there on her lower eye lid as if they were unsure to fall or not. The eyes reflected sadness as I had never seen before.
As soon as she saw me, her face lit up. It was almost as if she had been waiting for me all this time. Pushing aside that thought, I began to ask for her name, but found myself deprived of speech as her lips made contact with mine, and was locked in a tight embrace. I stood there in an eerily real non-reality, immersed in this moment of emotion. For how long we kissed, I do not know. It could have been a second, minute, or even an hour. It was just me and her, and the silent moon smiling at the re-union.
BOOM! The whole house, which was now a mansion, shook with a great force. A missile had just hit the far side of the mansion. Breaking apart quickly, I grabbed the lady and half-carried, half-pushed her towards the door. I heard a faint hissing noise nearby, and saw another missile, like a deadly firework, homing towards me. In that split second, I knew I would survive no longer. Pushing the girl out of harm's way, for all good it could do, I attempted to run away myself. No good.
BOOM! Another blast, much louder and fiercer that the first, shook the ground. Tiny balls of metal came shooting towards me, and tore my body apart. The pain was unimaginable. I could literally see those little balls of metal coming towards me in slow motion, and hit me. As I lay there half-dead, I saw a mysterious box lying not far from me. Somehow, I knew that it was supposed to be lit on fire, which would transport me to a safe place. Not having the strength to get up and look around for a match, I tried pyrokinesis. I imagined my fury flowing from my hands towards that little stone box, and heating it up. With a huge effort, I finally managed to give it enough energy to light up on it's own.
Oh shit, I thought. It was a trap! From a third-person view, I saw that box explode in the biggest explosion yet, and create a big ball of flames rise up high. I saw my own body fly around with the force of the bomb. I was back to first-person again. As I was flung around, about to meet my death, I thought about how unfortunate it was, 'How sad it is if a flower doesn't bloom?'. Those were the words that came to my mind.
As the pain became unbearable, I woke up.




Sorry for the late updates, readers. It was a difficult period I went through, a lot of ups and downs. Nevertheless, I am here now, and shall keep updating my DJ. Note, as I didn't get much time to spend on my LDing skills, my lucids are low on count these days. I will still share the non-lucids, though. ^_^

Also, should I add more pictures to the dream journal entries. Personally, I think the details I remember should be good enough to create a whole environment in your mind. That is the art of the writer. What do you guys think?