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Old partially Lucid Dream
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I'm walking in what looks like a medieval village. It's modern day now, and there are many store fronts, so I gaze into their windows. It's pleasant and I'm in no hurry. The sidewalk is in good condition which contrasts the state of some of the buildings I pass. Many are made of stone and their walls are crumbling. It's chilly and night is falling.

As I near the corner of the sidewalk, I get a sense of concern. I turn the corner and am engulfed in this deep, angry wall of water. The waves grab me and pull me away from the safety of the quaint village. I go under and hear the sounds of the sea swirling around me. I force my way to the surface and gasp for air. Trying desperately to keep my head above the water, I notice in front of me, maybe several hundred yards beyond me, other people who were trapped in this sea are just walking out of the water and back onto the sidewalk.

No matter how hard I swim, struggle, or fight to move myself closer to shore, I cannot. I'm exhausted and I go under again. The waves are crashing all around me and beneath the water I feel assaulted, pushed here and there. I kick hard to make it to the surface once more and look to the shore. It seems even farther away and I am so envious of how effortlessly these other people leave the angry waters that I seem trapped in.

I wake.

After thought: I did some research on dreams because to me this felt like something which could be cathartic or symbolic. Water often times represents emotions. And I had been pulled beneath and was fighting against the water...my emotions? I felt trapped by them - unable to escape them. That was my take of this dream. Any thoughts or other observations are welcomed.

I had this dream many years ago. This is a non-lucid dream and it doesn't make very much sense.

I don't remember where I was or what I was looking at. I was somewhere else and I think that maybe, just maybe, there was somebody else there. I said "Analyzing Space Time" and then I began to count from one to thirty. The longer I counted, the more information I gathered about that particular area. I needed about 30 seconds to analyze the area and the space around it because it was a very, very large area. If I had succeeded, I would've taken complete control of that area's space-time continuum and bent it to my will. I recall grinning to myself and saying "almost" when I hit 20 seconds but I woke up just before hitting 30.

Dream Type: Non-Lucid, Semi-Lucid, Memorable.
Dream Mood: Mysterious, Stressful, Eerie, Sad, Happy, Strange.
Dream Setting: My Hometown, Some Futuristic School, The 50's.
Dream Characters: My Mom, Some Old Guy, Random Classmates, False-Parents.

This was a long string of dreams that I had due to the fact that I kept waking up and falling asleep again because of a sudden and painful cramp I got in my lower back.

Anyways, as usual, the beginning of my dream is not quite present, though I remember my Mom and Me were at some sort of emergency of some sort and told some old guy to drive me to a hotel or something where she would be staying, though I was concerned of her trust in this unknown man. He was a Caucasian man with no hair and a long strangely beard. I got into a black, modern-day car with him, and we drove off but not to the hotel, but to my mother's house, where we cooped up in my bedroom and began eating and talking. At first, he was a bit of a jerk, though as time progressed, he became nicer, and even ordered me a pizza that came in an instant. My mom texted me, wondering if I had gotten to the hotel yet, and for some reason, I said yes. We then conversed on how we were going to get to the hotel. We never did get to the hotel by the end of the dream.

This next dream was very strange. I was sent to some futuristic boarding school of sorts, where everyone wore a tight suit that exposed their lower legs and their arms. Many things were quite futuristic, actually, such as the TV screens that were large and wide in our classrooms. I was in one of those classes, and a girl who I don't remember knowing was my friend. I was making a killing in these answers, getting almost every question asked by the teacher right, and once class was over, the girl asked me if I wanted to see a play she was in, and I agreed as we walked towards the front desk to see what time the play was at. I don't remember finding out though. Next, I was outside the school, and some guy was fixing something on the road as I watched him a bit, though suddenly, I saw a large truck, an 18-wheeler that for some reason drove on it's side coming his way. The whole truck avoided him, though the tires bounced up and down, and I realized one of the tires was heading his way, and as I saw one of them suddenly bounce a bit over his head, ready to crash down on him, I shouted "Watch out!" but it was too late, well, he didn't even react, but instead, the wheel came crashing down on him, putting his body into a round pulp of skin. I was shocked, traumatized at what I saw, and as the other's crowded around the mangled corpse, I ran, far away. I went on the road, making sure I was far from the school. I even went into the forest, and kept running and running, faster and faster. I eventually crossed a WWII airbase, and they began shooting, someone did at least. I realized that I was going to die then, so I wouldn't let them have the pleasure, and I jumped off the takeoff point, falling to my death. This was the end of my life, supposedly. Once I "died", I only saw black and a flash of some images that I cannot remember, but I was given the opportunity to start my life over, as if there was no heaven or something. And so I did, though I was given the choice of an era to choose.

The era I would choose to be born in was the 1950's. I can't say why, but I just chose that time. Still, there was no point where I was a baby or anything, but instead I was a child, more of a pre-teen really. I wore a red and yellow striped t-shirt and had short blonde hair, much like my actual self, and I had different parents, ones that were unfamiliar to me, and we were looking for a house in the dead of night. We found one eventually, and it was right by a dreadfully scary woodland area, though we didn't seem to mind, and without any caution to who or what was inside the home, we went in, and it was already furnished with all the things that we needed. Many things didn't seem like they would exist in the 50's, like cable TV with a channel guide built into the TV and modern-day cartoons such as Ed, Edd and Eddy. Still, we took the house.

I can't quite remember what happened after that, but what I do know is that there was quite a large gap between then and the next part of the dream, where it mainly consisted of me, my false mom and my false dad, who now lived in a very prestigious home with a large backyard and a horse statue in the middle of it, and not to mention the great view of a large green, grassy landscape. I can't remember what we were doing there, but we were there.

I've been having a lot of death-related dreams recently... I wonder what it could mean.