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The last few days I haven't been able to remember many dreams. Two nights in a row were just empty, and then one morning I woke up remembering 5+ dreams, and the next night after that came out empty again.
But this morning a few minutes after I awoke, I recalled my digital watch in a dream (very white simple watch. Very easy to remember and I thought it would be great to use for dreams.) In the dream I checked the time, and then re-checked it, and I realized the time had changed!

Woop!

Instead of doing something smart like checking out where I was or doing cool stuff, I kept checking my watch. I made up numbers in my head and made them appear on my watch, again and again. I thought it was so cool. I'm dreaming!! Yay!

I've done this TWICE now, just checking out my number-changing watch. The first time (a couple of weeks ago or something) I think I was too excited and simply disappeared from the lucid dream into another dream. In the second, last night, I was definitely conscious a lot longer.

Next, I'll try to turn my head! I sometimes think I might just be too dumb when I'm dreaming :p

I was a character designer working in a room with a long table with other people involved in the process. We are pitching ideas, though at this point we don't have an idea what the project is. I start doodling on a sketch, and it was to be a generic male lead of an adventure story to start. That's when the producer(?) says something like "no no... we need to go back to classic Alan Grant."

So now, my brain retcons things, and our project is designing Jurassic Park 4, and I'm supposed to decide the look Sam Neil's character is going to be. I free hand Alan Grant with a pen (Dream me is ridonkulously good at drawing, it looks like): He's flying side ways shooting a pair of pistols like he's in Hot Fuzz, and he's wearing his original outfit from the first Jurassic Park movie, only with bandoleers across his chest and holsters. His head is also over-sized, so it resembles one of those mall caricature kiosk drawings. The producer loves it (because he's a goddamned frat boy idiot, I guess). This dream fades.

Dream two had me in a government/military/agency building as some sort of mid-ranked officer(?), and I am feeling detached/disillusioned (at the time of this dream, I felt really disillusioned about my job as well). I'm in a classroom, and there are some college age students/cadets in there just hanging out.

My friend R, who is an actual teacher in Spain right now, comes in. He gives me a big bear hug (totally his M.O.) and kisses me on both cheeks, European style (this part I'm guessing he picked up from Spain). I ask him, "shouldn't you be in Spain?" and he says he's just visiting. I'm assuming this is my brain covering my tracks, and with more practice, I can pick up on these things more quickly. He sits in a desk near the corner of the room, on the opposite end of the wall sharing the door, and I sit next to him on the floor and lean against the wall.

We chat a bit, and the instructor appears. The room is suddenly filled with students. My friend T's younger sister, G, appears, and gives me a report -- apparently, there is a situation with whatever group it is that I am working for. But she also just settles down with R and me (so much for the situation) while the instructor lectures the class.

At one point, the instructor stops his lecture so he can call out Fat Neil (from Community). He seems agitated that Fat Neil is eating a tub of Tang! powder straight, and they have a brief exchange that's something like this:

"Do you know what that stuff is?!"

"Yes sir, it's just sugar and orange flavoring."

"Right. And it's not good for you. There's no vitamins."

At this point, the instructor confiscates the Tang! powder, and gives Fat Neil a tub of what I think it Protein Powder. Fat Neil resumes eating powder.

Suddenly, I realize that the walls are filled with gadgets and blinking likes, kind of like a supercomputer from out of a 60's Bond movie. The the dream got fuzzy before it fades.

(I really debated whether or not to record part three here; but it's so fucked up, I decided, eh, what the hell?)

Dream three is weird. I'm in a room, and I'm sitting in a chair. Sitting in a similar chair with me is someone that resembles my friend J, but it feels like it's a clone of her. We are just hanging out like we usually do, when suddenly she reaches into her purse and pulls out a device. She goes "check this out!" and puts said device to use. We continue chatting like normal, as if nothing happened, before I woke up.

For the people who are able to read between the lines, no, it was not one of those dreams; but I do find it uproariously funny because we have an ongoing "let's see who can gross out/make each other uncomfortable more" contest in real life, and a) this may be my trump card, and b) she has told me so many similar stories along those lines that after I woke up, my reaction was "Hmm. Yeah, that seems like something she'd do."

Also, nothing recorded for Nov. 5, and for Nov. 6, I can only vaguely recall that I was in the city, and I really wanted to help or save someone.

Last night I ask my DC what was his name. He stated, "My name is Brandon...Brandon Boss...and yours?" I thought to myself, "Boss? Who the hell do he think he is? What an arrogant asshole! He doesn't deserve to know my damn name!" Then I sashayed my fine ass away from him so he could see what he was going to miss by trying to get smart with me...I'll show him damn it!

WTF!!!!!

3rd person, I'm looking down at a wide stone staircase in a castle, and descending the stairs there's this woman wearing buckskin who I think of as some kind of hunter, she's talking with the king. She's saying the words "-get our answers."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm taking my IRL youngest sister, L., to the sands to get her first dragon. (Relevant to upcoming IRL event today, sans dragons.) (Edit: Nevermind, the IRL event actually did wind up involving dragons. Or the word 'dragon', anyway.) I was talking with a few older relatives about the dragons, and L. kept trying to hurry us up, anxious about getting there in time to see the dragons hatch; but for the rest of us this is all old hat, so we wasted time talking, and now we're running late. We keep telling L. that it's fine, we'll make it on time, and even if we miss the hatching you've still got a window of a few hours after the dragons hatch to bond with them. But when we get down to the sand, the eggs are already gone. We have to catch up with the hatchlings in the barn instead.

Before we leave for the barn, I see what I think of as a king cobra in the sand - it's huge, as wide as a person, which I think of as normal for king cobras. I pick L. up and there's a chase sequence that ends with me tossing the snake over a wall, but then I notice a scratch on my finger. It must have bit me.

I can tell I'm starting to pass out. I go inside a house and find my IRL sister S. with a friend of hers, and I tell them about the snake bite and ask them to call the hospital or treat it somehow. The friend takes my hand with the bite and looks at the veins, which look broad and red and cloudy, like they've swollen or burst under the skin, and she gets me some cream to put on my skin. I recognize it as some ordinary skin cream that's not going to help, and I try to convince S. to take me to the hospital before I pass out.

(Woke up with my hand hurting where the snake bit it - turns out I really do have a tiny scratch there IRL, might be a papercut. Just after I finished writing this down, I got a phone call from S, letting me know she'd been taken to the hospital on account of almost passing out from unknown causes. A few hours and a not-too-serious diagnosis later, I tried to get a little more sleep.)

I'm lying in bed in some mansion, with a few of S's friends around bothering me until I get up and go somewhere with them. As I walk through a doorway into the hall, I realize this is a dream. It's not as vivid as I'd like - I can see everything fine, but it doesn't feel quite real, more like watching something on a screen - so I try a mantra to make it more vivid. Instead, everything disappears. (In retrospect, that seems obvious. I was focusing on the words instead of the surroundings.)

Next scene I remember is a woman using the family name Gale, returning to a Spanish-style house on the west coast, overlooking the sea. She's lived here a few times over the years, and for a moment I see it in sepia tones and with flowers in the windows, as she's remembering an old photograph from when she'd first lived here with her two daughters, before she became immortal. She's thinking that even though she's coming back earlier than expected this time - something on her mind about trouble on the east coast - she was still gone long enough that she can pass herself off as her own cousin.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #158: Thankful

Wife and I are starting a company that will manufacture a brand new type of video game console. I'm standing in the middle of a park with her while we pitch the idea to about a half dozen investors while they ask us questions about it. Wife's doing all the talking and I'm impressed with how well she's presenting the idea.

The console is apparently based entirely around a light gun. (Think Duck Hunt from the old Nintendo Entertainment System days.) We present several potential light gun designs, all of which have very kiddie designs. One even has a little plastic teddy bear sitting on top.

Wife is going over the details of how we stack up against our competitors when I see my friend "CV" about fifty feet away, looking around. I believe she's come to support us so I walk up to greet her. There's a glass tip jar nearby which supporters of our project can shove money into.

CV puts two dollars in the jar and I thank her. "I think this project is going to be a huge success," she says, explaining why she contributed money.

I respond, "It's only money, right?"

For some reason she finds this hilarious. "My husband doesn't see money that way! But he'll spend money on... <can't recall this part>" I thank her again and walk back toward where Wife is giving her presentation, but now she and the investors have vanished. I feel terrible, thinking that I've been gone so long Wife had to finish everything up without me and it looks like I rudely walked out on the meeting. Fortunately, I realize that it's all a dream.

I begin walking along a path in the park and take a moment to look over my left shoulder. A beautiful sunset is taking shape over the trees and the rooftops near the park. That means I'm walking north.

Far ahead of me on the path I see two ladies in their late 60s. They look almost exactly alike, with wild hair and somewhat thick glasses. Their appearance reminds me a bit of Professor Trelawney from Harry Potter. I remember the Task of the Month about asking a DC what they're thankful for. I become distressed for a moment that these DCs are too far away and I'll have trouble reaching them. I focus my vision on the two DCs and then imagine myself "zooming in" toward where they are. Immediately I'm standing right in front of them.

"Hi! What are you thankful for?" I say, my words a bit of a nervous, hurried jumble.

One lady immediately answers, "Youthful <something>."

"Youthful what?" I ask. "Can you say it again?"

"Youthful reef," she says firmly.

Huh? "What is 'youthful reef'?"

"It's an activity," she answers. Oh wait, is she talking about Task of the Year Australia? Should I be doing that one next? I thank her and keep walking along the path. The dream feels like it has thinned out, though, and I am soon in the void.

I rub my hands together and keep moving forward, trying to stay relaxed. After perhaps 20 seconds I get the sensation of my feet walking through desert sand. It feels like a scene might be taking shape, but a sudden gust of wind catches me hard on the left side. I feel like I'm losing my balance and become fearful. I mentally decide that I don't feel any wind at all and it quickly dies down.

Unfortunately, at the same time I also lose connection with the ground and now it feels like my feet are no longer walking but flailing at empty air. I keep trying for a while but eventually lose connection with the dream and wake up.

non lucid
*Sitting in a car with my dad I was touched to realized my dad wrote a children story about me and my brother. How we use to astral project as a child, which in real we both remember doing vividly. We remember flying from tree to tree in are backyard.

*I got into a violent fight with my step brothers. I bashed there head into tables and punched them repeatedly.

*I walked into a bar and all these old women hit on me and I was interested. Some older lady said he wanted to jack me off. haha They were kind of ugly so I kept moving.

Seemed like we were on a field trip and stopped at a store, I was looking for burmuda shorts put couldnt find them anywhere but then I asked this girl that worked their because she was in uniform I believe it was dark blue and she told me go to the 2nd floor. Once I finished looking on the first floor I saw Dennis running towards the cashier with other little kids around us like the freshman engineering class so then I had a small conversation with an asian looking one after we both ran to some burmuda looking shorts but they turned out to be replicas or another brand so then I rushed to the elevator to get to the 2nd floor. Once I am on the elevator this cute looking girl starts talking to me about if I look like this kid I think she mentioned an Andres I believe or it could of been something else saying that if I was his brother or something like that. Then she started saying that I made out better then him and chuckled and smiled at her and replied with those words you could start a riot around here if you mention that to the wrong persons around here. Meanwhile the elevator is taking this view outside a mall going super slow and the elevator is traveling diagonally around this dessert so then I remember I started looking at the landscape and the sun light was strong and then I woke up.

Morning of November 4, 2013. Monday.



This is one of those environment-influenced dreams and likely has no other associations. My dream is semi-lucid, but I am still “locked into” the events and activities. It starts by someone flushing the toilet (I am in the kitchen when my dream starts), the action of which seems to do something to all the pipes throughout the entire house - causing all the water to stop flowing. The house seems to be some sort of strange variation of the one on Loomis Street, but is not really much like it. There is a clear awareness that all of the pipes are suddenly empty of water, which causes a strange blast of heat to fill all of the pipes, which then appear collectively (especially in the kitchen) like some sort of large element on a stove top. I even hear a sound somewhat like air rushing through the pipes and a slight awareness of furnace sounds.

Somehow being able to see down into the floor, I see all of the pipes glowing red. Eventually, the outside of the house is on fire on the north side and my brother-in-law goes out to try to put it out with the garden hose. The fire is very even and burning horizontally along certain sections. I am not that alarmed (being semi-lucid) but am still concerned about valuable documents being burned up. I notice a few even rows of fire on a bookshelf. (This is very different than a fully lucid dream I had fairly recently, where I had indulged in enjoying the fires in the house and the view of ashes of books and such.) My sister mentions that the fire is spreading everywhere. I use the hose myself and we get most of the fire under control (somehow causing the fires inside to go out at times by spraying the outside of the house, but not fully, and I worry a little about water damage on top of the minimal fire damage thus far if too much is sprayed indoors).

Meanwhile, an unknown person is following another unknown person around down the street (both males), asking him about where he had hid the remains of Saddam Hussein, making references to it being inside a vertical pipe on that street. This dream seems to reflect a phrase my mother used when it was really hot (as it is in real life right now), saying that “this house is an oven”. Again, it seems very relevant as the plumbing pipes throughout the house actually seemed to serve doubly as oven elements for some reason, but it got out of control.

In another, earlier part of my dream (or one that came just before and slowly merged into it) I am traveling by taxi to some sort of unknown area with a wide street and connected parking area that looks like it is mostly made up of businesses, but there is a hint of a park nearby and possibly a large river (Black River in La Crosse?). The driver is a short Hindi man of about thirty. The false history of my dream implies that he had driven me to the same location on a number of different days, but I had only thus far given him one dollar for this particular ride. It seems that the man is somewhat sarcastic about my potential to pay him for his service. I take out a twenty-dollar bill (seeming to have at least a hundred in my wallet) and give it to him and it makes him very surprised and grateful. Of course, in these times in this region, twenty dollars relative to riding in a taxi is hardly anything and likely would not even cover two shorter trips.

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Side-note Third-person Dreamsign Missed opportunity

Rambling dream
As I'm driving out of my neighbourhood, I see a police car sitting in someone's front lawn. I realize he's running a speed trap and check my speed, realizing I'm doing forty in a thirty-five. I let off the gas, and I'm surprised when the car suddenly slows down to about twenty. The last thing I wanted was to look suspicious, so I try to get back up to exactly thirty-five, but I have trouble doing so. I keep checking my rear-view mirror, but he's not following me. I make it to the turn onto the main road, but a lot of cars are coming, and it takes a while for a break to appear. As I'm watching for a break, I keep watching my mirrors, and I finally see the police car coming around the bend, though his lights aren't on. A small break has appeared in front of me, so even though I would normally wait for a larger break, I dart into it to make sure the police officer can't get right behind me and turn on his lights.

Now I'm driving along the main road. I forgot it's rush hour, so everything is very slow. I see a lot of school kids being let off in a parking lot surrounded by really shabby looking businesses. Other stuff happens here?

Now I'm on my way to somewhere to help the police crack a case. I've already spoken to someone about this, and he advised me to do it, but to be very cautious, to make sure the criminals involved don't try to take me out and to make sure the police don't decide to use my presence here to frame me and call the case closed.

Someone else has arrived at the scene. He's stuck, somehow, unable to leave, and he's trying different things. Finally he decides to try on a pair of headphones. I want to call to him not to do it, but I know he's going to do it, that I don't have any control over what's going on here. For a moment he holds the headphones a few inches from his ears, and I can hear something normal plus something grating just on the edge of hearing, and I realize the thing on the edge of hearing is some kind of mind control signal. He puts the headphones on, and instantly his reflection in a nearby window changes, adding a goatee that wasn't there before. He notices it and jumps. He tries removing the headphones, but the goatee stays, so he puts them back on. A woman talks to him. By the end of whatever she says, he's agreeing with her.

Now she's showing him visions of women, floating in the air in front of him. The vision starts out as a beautiful woman, but then certain aspects start to morph. Sometimes the face changes, sometimes the body, sometimes the arms. Some of the forms are very attractive; others are very ugly. One form has arms which are so emaciated that the shape of the bones is visible. The headphone woman tells him that he needs to appreciate all women, no matter what they look like.
Now he and a friend are back at his house. The friend is notorious for doing stuff that causes small explosions in his basement, doing minor damage, and he hopes that doesn't happen today. Today, they're both wearing powered exoskeletons, courtesy of the woman on the headphones. For some reason, the friend tries to slam his arm into the wall; all he does is hurt himself. There's something about a Back to the Future reference.

Now they're outside. The man is telling his friend about something the woman told him: that it's possible for people to change which of their genes are expressed. For instance, a man of mixed race could choose to express the genes of only one race or the other, changing his color. The man wonders whether, since men are a mix of X and Y chromosomes, a man could choose to express only the female genes and turn into a woman.

Now I'm outside with one of the guys, trying something else the woman talked about. I have a plastic chainsaw mounted on two wheels with a long handle; as I push the contraption around, the wheels drive the chainsaw (it's like a reel mower, but with a chainsaw). I'm not actually touching anything with the chainsaw, but I'm managing to crush a lot of plants. Somehow, this has something to do with homoeopathy, but I thought the idea was to take the essence from one plant and give it to another, not just to crush everything.


Possessed by a program
A teen / early twenties man is recounting the story of his father being possessed by a computer program. He knew something was very wrong when his father told him to call him Carl (his first name) instead of Dad. The program always made very sure to rub that in, and the son really hated that. I see the son is in a hallway in a restaurant, purposefully spilling something brown on the wall, then covering it with paint so it can't be seen. He didn't do it right the first time, so he has to do it again.

Now he's in a contemporary building, in a giant entry/atrium area. Now he's in a hidden back room covered with monitors. They're showing the "code" for the program, but it's just a bunch of really long numbers. He's wandering around the room, noticing some of the numbers, commenting on them, on their complexity, their subtlety. He notices one number containing one point six zero nine nine nine ... and realizes that was the string that was supposedly corrupt that drove a big part of the plot of what he had to do.


Moving day troubles
I see a snapshot, a still image, of a girl in the middle of a move, having trouble. She's at the top of stairs with some kind of furniture unit below her. I look closer and see a dresser on the landing above her. Now I'm there, along with some other people. I'm not sure if she's trying to move in or out. As I'm talking to her, I realize she's moving back in after being gone for a short while. She's trying to re-glue something on the unit while it's still laying on the stairs, but she's not hopeful that it'll work right, since there's already too much dried glue in the spot - something that happened when she was moving out of here a few months ago.


Boarding house infiltration
Three women and a man are role playing. They need to infiltrate a boarding house. To fit in better, they're wearing clothing that's a little rough though still clean. They're in the boarding house's entry room, talking to a motherly old woman. Behind her is the locked door that leads into the boarding house proper. To her right is a dresser with some odds and ends on top. Somehow, the man knows how this scenario should play out: there's a key on top of the dresser that they can use to get in, if they can bluff the woman well enough. As one of his companions is talking to the old woman, he glances around casually, as if just taking the place in, and can see the key to room 321 on the dresser. Another man shows up, one who stays at the boarding house. The old woman asks us to wait while she deals with the newcomer, who's lost his key yet again. She ends up riffling through one of the drawers in the dresser; the man can see that the drawer is packed to overflowing with pairs of jeans.

Now the newcomer and the old woman are gone, and a slightly younger woman is in her place. The man in the party is looking for an opportunity to get the key, and when the woman turns her back, he manages it. With the key in his possession, he's able to bluff the woman into thinking they belong here, and they get inside.

Now they're in room 321. One of the women is in the bathroom, taking a shower. The man starts to undress, then stops, deciding to look around first - he doesn't like the feel of this place. Turning around, he see the door to the hallway to his left and the door to the balcony straight ahead. The balcony door has a keyhole on the inside, but the hallway door doesn't have an obvious way to lock it. He opens the hallway door a crack and looks out, seeing another room across the hall. The outside of the door doesn't seem to have a keyhole either. He closes the hallway door and examines the balcony door. He starts to try the key in the lock, then realizes he only has the key head: the shaft is missing. Looking more closely around the lock, he finds the shaft. When he brings the head and shaft together, they glow for a moment and are joined into a working key.

I tried SSILD between the first set of dreams and the boarding house dream

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was looking out of window and there were much more 1-floor buildings outside, there was 'carpet' of very unnatural looking grass on top of one of it and various birds were landing here.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some game and there was an option to use dragon player model.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was at K.'s home(Which i've never seen) and apparently it was my home too? There were many rooms and we were moving stuff from one to another.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was reading a review of a bizarre video game that was some platformer themed about pole dancing and stuff like that.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was playing some rts.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was playing some game and i was assaulting enemy base. There were huge guard towers and i've used heavy machine gun and flares that summoned kamikazi paratroopers.

Dream 5(fragments):

I was playing pretty dark 2D platformer with no vertical scroll.

Dream 6(fragments):

I was playing some RPG game with player classes, coop together with SilentEternity. Game graphics looked anime-ish and we were easily fighting through enemies and bosses. Then there was final boss, a witch, which was huge difficulty spike in game and had 999 HP, we tried changing player classes and in last attempt managed to get her down to like 500.

I realize that I am dreaming(you can skip this paragraph), I am in my class. I start believing myself to be the god of this realm , though I am not able to become fully lucid. I do somethings like passing my hand through the ceiling fan ( I make a ceiling fan appear above me), gliding through the air , shooting projectiles etc. Then I try to pass through the sealed window , I am unable to do it , even projectiles are unable to pass through that wall , though I can pass through stuff and other walls . The next period begins , I think of changing the plot but then .. due to some reason I don't want to leave my friend. ( It makes me feel lonely, she feels like a real entity the the LD and I am even unable to change the plot) , so I attend the class and attempt few random lucid stuff , then I finally decide to change the plot.

Now, I am in a carnival of some sort. My friend is there with me , she doesn't feel that real anymore . Even more weirdly , she retires to a tree when I am going in the carnival(she suggests me of a bird somehow). I try to fly , I am able to succeed partially . I have this weird power in which if I constantly pedal upwards , I am able to fly while doing it (I can only jump really high or mostly pedal) , it is a really tiresome thing. I feel weird because of people making comments on me. I decide to retire back to my crush. She is standing beside a tree.
This is when the Main Thing Starts up.

Now , we chat for a while (she feels real again) and walk away from the carnival.She tried to speak but couldn't A chat box appears and she types " Hey I can't speak, add this ID- (something I don't recall)@aol.com on the inner world". I ask if the inner world refers to the surface? she says"Yes and btw I am a male player.'' I ask"Male player? Is it a sort of multiplayer dream? He says "Yes". I get astonished. The moment I had got out the carnival , it was feeling a bit different. Somehow I get a sense that this dream is really multiplayer! The incident was totally unexpected. He then says"Now I have to go , lets quit the dream". The Dream Ends...


So ,now I wonder was it real multiplayer dream or just another dream? I have no clue what that ID was :/ It was an aol email Id though. I even made a conscious note to memorize it ... but then the dream ended when he wanted it to.

This was a really big dream , what you'd get here is a fragment.

So, our family is going to a hill station , in a fantasy world. Scenario changes to another one where I am besieging a city square bazaar , here people are really packed , we are waiting , for the people to get done of the preparations we need to live in the central building as our headquarters . Here we keep ordering stuff to the people. So , finally we move in the building . Father tells that he chose this because it is in the densest population areas and if we were to be attacked , it would take a lot of time for people to come and we can then escape through the secret route .
Now , the scenario changes back to my family trip. We are almost near the town we wanted to reach . We move in to a small floor in a rented house in the middle of the town , I don't know why but we're wanted by some people. I roam around the town for a while figuring out something , I come across a woman , who was my family's enemy . She chases me towards a dead end hill (note that we're not running on streets but jumping from rooftop to rooftop , there are houses with slanting roofs) . Finally , I get tired of running and I fire an energy wave at her , which makes her badly injured. At that time my mom comes and says " good that you pawned her. Now we can live in her house while she in rotting in the prison." The pixie opens a door into her house , but it is too small , so I make the door bigger by merging few cells in it. We move in , our butler takes care of all the needs .
Now the scenario changes again, this time I am a prince , my father and a king residing in one of my towns, decide to host a race . I would be on a horse and I'd be racing through the town , while behind be there are three men (hired ninja's) who would have to catch me. The winner decides the kingdoms fate, I start galloping on my horse while there are three disheveled men behind me. I take turns , trying to have them lose my track. I jumped over food stalls in the bazaar , take turns into alleyways , I see only two of them behind me. I hop over a stall , creating a jam on the alleyway , one of them breaks down , panting. I gallop my horse and make it spin in between of a fork road , it appears like i am going straight but I turn , making the second guy crash into a stall. I go to the finish line and find a crowd waiting for me just before the finish line.
Scenario changes again , this time there is a prince standing few feet from me and I am in disheveled clothing. I have the chance to win the race , just by touching the prince who is proudly addressing his victory , but then I stop , I don't do it and the prince wins the race. Scenario changes again , I am now looking at a map with 4 icons , men who are fighting for the throne , the kings didn't follow what they had said regarding the race. The prince is badly injured while his father dies , the prince runs away.

I wake up. I learn't how to change the DC i control along with subconscious flying. The dream was semi-lucid , I was like living through a story.

I don't remember much of this dream.

What I can remember is being Tommy Pickles from the Rugrats. Just like in the series, I had a tendency for exploring and worrying my mother (Didi Pickles)! They took me to a school concert (Maybe Angelica was there singing?) and I wouldn't sit still, and kept finding my way around the set.

My family was moving into a new house, and this dream was all about ambiguities as to what came with the new house and what did not.

For example, when we first move in, the previous owner's teenaged or young adult son is still there. Are we expected to live with him or not? He seemed friendly enough, mostly watching TV. We though it was an awkward situation, and thought it might not be appropriate to ask the previous owner to clarify.

Then there were the bunk beds and lots of other furniture and other stuff. Would those remain in the house? The bunk beds would be convenient because even though we do have our own, but these are hard to disassemble and reassemble, so it would be convenient to keep the previous owner's bunk bed. The same is not true though of most of the stuff, since we have a lot of our own, and need space to move in. The previous owner arrived (at first it had been just her son), and her first answer was that everything stays, but then she said she might pick everything up to take with her tomorrow, even the bunk beds. But if something stays we are welcome to use it. I said "As if it were our own?" That ruffled her feathers apparently because no, it appeared the stuff would remain hers even if any staid, and should be treated as such.

Then there were the kids. At some point the living room was full of kids tumbling with each other, mock fighting, and having a great time. My own were included, but lots more. I said to the previous owner. Your kids and my kids appear to get along well. She said that those were not her kids. They were the neighbor's kids. I said, oh good, so we get to keep them. The answer was no, though, apparently the neighbors were moving too, and the ambiguity there was whether the previous owner and neighbor would be moving together or independently.