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Just one dream- what a struggle to 'retrieve' it - and aboot my work again - exciting!

Kilt hire again. A couple , both very tall and somewhat portly asking aboot the tartans. I started pointing at the kilts and then stepped over to them. the Kilts were in a mess. I started naming each tartan that I had available. They were in the same place as IRL. Apart from when I reached the grey kilts. I was completely stuck coz there was an unfamiliar plain grey kilt with a strange repeated device over the apron. I didn't know its name and told the man it was 'Grey casual' Those kilts were facing out rather than in. The man was standing silent behind me the whole time.

This "dream" actually began nearly half a year ago now; every other night I fall asleep whenever I can and I awake in the dream, aged 18 (currently 16) I then proceed to decide upon whatever it is for that night: Will I study further in my life? Will I go into laboring? Will I choose to just drift around traveling? Each time I choose differently. Then for nearly exactly 2 hours, the consequences of that decision play out before me, the entire lifetime of experiences. Honestly, if the dreams ended there I might even consider it a blessing to be presented with such interesting stories. However, the dreams always seem to catch/tear from what I'd consider reasonable- I've never finished one of these dreams without losing at least one person I love in that "life". Whether it be accident, illness or suicide they die. This usually leads to me having minor panic attacks when i wake up and being generally depressed.
I'd like to be able to either stop the death and misfortune in the dreams or it entirely. Any advice would be appreciated.

Dream - Lucid

I was at this restaurant that had just opened. The inside was wood, and it was small. I was with a group of other people. We were going to work there. It was a small business. I wondered how they would do, if they would get any business or if they'd end up having to close, as so many small businesses do.

I then was with my old roommate, Katie. We were about to take pregnancy tests. I went into a bathroom stall and sat on the toilet to pee on the stick. Before I could pee on it, I noticed that it was already a little wet from something. I hoped that didn't affect the results. I then put the stick underneath me and peed on it. I waited for the little test area to turn blue. After waiting a bit, I looked at the stick. There were two red lines. I thought it meant a positive result, but one of the lines was crooked, which meant an inconclusive result. I started feeling panicked about the inconclusive result, and wanted to take another one right away. I remember telling someone it was inconclusive.

I went back to the restaurant thing again. I can't recall what happened.

I then somehow got a hold of another test. I went to pee on that one, making sure nothing got on the stick before then as to not screw up the results. I peed, and the lines were blue, meaning not pregnant. At least now I knew for sure. I was kind of disappointed though.

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I was watching either a video or I was in third person watching Dallas and I play music together on a stage. I was seeing us from a top view. We had 3 or 4 songs that we did. I sang and he played the electric violin (like he does IWL). My voice sounded airy, but clear and pretty. I had the lyrics to at least one of the songs in my head after I woke up in the middle of the night, but I can't remember them now at all.

I asked Dallas if there was such a thing as an electric cello. I wanted to learn to play it. I then saw his violin, and even though it was a violin, it was big and upright like a cello. I wondered if the electric violin was this big, how big is the electric cello? I figured the electric violin was so big so it would have a bigger range.

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The beginning of this dream is kind of jumbled. It had something to do with computer viruses.

Then, I was walking in one of my old houses, though it didn't look anything like any of my IWL old houses. I was walking up some stairs into my old room, which had all of my old toys and furniture still in it. I entered the room and saw an orange fluffy cat with slightly elongated, pointy ears. She was running around the perimeter of the room. I immediately knew I wanted to keep her. I decided that, since she looked like a fox, I'd name her Fox. I thought about calling her Foxy, but I had already known an animal named Foxy (IWL, an old man who lived in our neighborhood had a corgi named Foxy Roxy). I called out to the cat:
"Fox!"
Then, a beagle walked out of somewhere in the room.
"My name is Fox," she said in a soft female voice, though I think she said it telepathically.
I went up to her and knelt down in front of her. I put my arms out in front of me to hug her. She smelled of dog, but it was ok. I wasn't sure if she'd hug me back, but she did. She put her paws on my shoulders. I was delighted. Telepathically again, she said
"I'm sorry if I smell like dog."
I don't remember my response, or even if I had one. We hugged for a bit. It was such a perfect hug.

I decided to keep both her and the cat, but I was way more excited for the dog (IWL I've never owned a dog, and would consider myself to be a cat person more than a dog person). My parents were with me now, and we were outside. I had Fox on a leash, though I kept calling her Foxy. I was telling Fox that I could now have a guard dog to protect me. Either she or my dad said something about opening the windows when I leave her in the car. Of course I would. I imagined her in the car with the windows open. I was so, so excited for this new companion! I felt very close to her.

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I was sitting in a restaurant with my old boss from the coffee shop, Teresa. She was asking me if I'd take over the jewelry counter for Emily, because I knew better what I was doing. I looked over to the right and saw Emily's back. She was setting the jewelry cases. I told Teresa I would do it, but I had only set jewelry once. Emily was now Ashley, and she was close to us. She said something to me that was sarcastic as she walked away.

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I was playing some Mario game that wasn't very fun that you had a time limit on before you had to pay a fee to keep playing. That would happen constantly. I decided to stop playing, and this little girl started to play instead. Sherry, my old boss from Kohl's, was there as well. The girl seemed to be doing things on the game that I didn't figure out, like talking to characters in certain ways. A pop-up menu would come up when she interacted with another character, asking who she wanted to respond like. I remember she chose Tingle (from The Legend of Zelda) for one of the responses. I started to walk away as it played. I read a little bit of the text, but I don't remember what it said.

Now, the girl was a kitten, a black kitten with pink stripes and purple color blocks. I stared at her for awhile. I knew it was very unnatural, but it just made me think about cats breeding with each other that had unnatural colored fur in their blood lines.

The kitten was then the girl again, and she got into some food on the kitchen counter. I thought that she probably shouldn't eat that since she was a cat. Then, I heard Sherry's voice say
"She eats angry mashed potatoes. ____ women shouldn't eat angry mashed potatoes!"
By angry mashed potatoes, I understood her to mean she pouted or was angry when she ate them. Sherry then started to tell me a story about the girl eating angry mashed potatoes in a restaurant.

(I had apple juice alittle before bed.)
It was a normal day really, eventually me and my friend Adnan go down stairs to my unfinished basement.
I don't know what happened after that but I remember having a time skip, Adnan was a ghost. I could see him clear sometimes and not. Anyway eventually I have a talk with my Dad about that my Sister cassie died that she commited suicide (There's really nothing on her mind latley so I don't see her doing that). I break down emotantly, my dad was alittle OOC (Out of Character). Eventually Mom comes I think 'How am I post to break it to mom that Cassie died also Adnan.' I ask dad If I can tell her that Adnan died he replies "Yes."
"Mom, Adnan died." I said, mom shook her head "That's silly, you're lying." "He's right here." My mother brushes his head kinda like a noogie (OOC....). "Nothing there." I sigh. "Dude, put on the hat next to you." Adnan puts on the hat my Mom is across on the Bigger Couch across the small couch I am on. My dad nudges my mother tells her to look up. And, there's a floating hat!
For somereason I felt like it was my Fault they died...................
(I woke up alittle emotantal)

I was in a cafeteria area with a bunch of different food stations and it was breakfast time. I was at one of the stations with a big cook top and an Asian guy cooking breakfast stuff. I wanted stuff for a breakfast sandwich and had gotten the eggs, bread and some other item from him. I really wanted a sausage patty but he had just given them all out. I went ahead and took ham. It seemed like I had a ton of stuff on my plate. I was going to stop by one of the other stations to get a sausage patty but when I got there I realized I had a lot of food. I was now in the seating area like a large open area with many tables, like an outside school cafeteria I guess. I had in my hands about 4 cardboard trays stacked on top of each other. They were getting very hard to keep balanced. I was looking for a place to sit and was on the outside of the seating area near a wall. I lost control of the small trays I had and a bit of my food fell out and was pressing against my shirt. I remember thinking that I didn't need all the fried food anyways. I was doing some balancing act and still looking for somewhere to sit, it was a mess. I then found somewhere and I just kind of let the stuff go onto the table. I looked down at my shirt and it was some sort of red sweater and there was like a brown grease on the front of it. I looked down at the food and it was gone, not on the table or ground. I thought this was weird and did an RC (fingers). LUCID: I did a little happy smirk and thought of basic TOTM. I turned around and there was a girl sitting there by herself. I tapped her on the shoulder and asked her if she knew any foreign words. She was very shy and quiet and nodded her head yes. She kinda muttered something 'demeck' I repeated back to make sure I heard her clearly 'demeck' and she said yes. I told her good now what does it mean. I worried I was going to lose the dream again and it seemed to falter but I continued on. She mumbled some words that sounded like 'When the book comes off soon', I had to really try to put these together since she said these very quietly and said back to her 'When the book comes off soon?' and she smiled and shook her head yes. I said thanks and picked her up. I put her to my side like I carry my daughter and began to float in the air, I got higher and higher and she stressed out a bit. She said she wanted to go down. I went up a little higher and kinda flew fast backwards but then went back down to the ground. I decided to try the advanced again and walked toward two girls and said watch. I looked at my fingers and extended two out to a curve to get behind my eye again. I began pushing in again and when I thought I was back I pulled out, I felt it actually coming. It felt like a grape I guess, I looked down at my hand and I didn't have it out. I went back up and could still feel it in my eye but separated. I went up and felt it and it was slimy now and left some slime on my finger this time. I tried a bit more to pull it out to no avail and pushed it back in. I gave up again. I don't remember what happened after that but the dream came to an end shortly after.

Morning of August 22, 2014. Friday.



In my dream, my family and I are living in La Crosse in the Loomis Street house. Over time, there is annoying noise from our neighbor’s house to the north.

Living in that house is an unfamiliar black male of about fifty and his two young sons. While the man is in his house, Zsuzsanna tells the boys to stop bouncing a larger ball on our house, which is mostly upon the outer north wall near where the bathroom would be in reality. I later go out and tell them it is okay to play, because I notice they are in their backyard and I do not want them to perceive me as mean. (The distance between the houses is wider in my dream, as in real life, there was barely enough space to walk between the houses.) This dream features a recurring false setup of the Loomis Street fence being chain-link instead of wood.

I later falsely remember that Zsuzsanna’s “other husband” (though without a marriage relationship) is living with us. He is an average-looking Caucasian Australian man of about forty, slightly balding. I aggressively command him to leave, yet at the same time feel I am being somewhat mean, though I also wonder why I had allowed this situation to exist in the first place.

Later, Zsuzsanna seems to be a young version of Barbara Bain. She appears to be an android at first but is not, as she is apparently wearing a robotic suit. The “other husband” and I try to remove some of the exoskeleton while in the living room, apparently to replace a medication that otherwise circulates within the shell of the suit, as she supposedly wears the exoskeleton to keep her healthy and strong and to filter the air. I become unsure of the situation. The suit seems to go haywire and we have to dismantle it on the couch, becoming annoyed, as Barbara teleports to the roof of the neighbor’s house to the south, and stands there gazing back at this house. I remain unsure of the situation, as she seems to still be wearing a robotic suit, though the one I and the other male are left with seemingly needs to be completely dismantled into small pieces, several pieces looking like larger hypodermic needles as my dream loses cohesion. There seems to be “part of her” left in the suit that we dismantle, though this part may be Juliet Landau, though as my dream ends, there is not much remaining.

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Much of this dream’s content was caused by a subliminal attempt to resolve the source of the real-life noise next door, where they had been rebuilding parts of the house. The absence of a viable connection to the unconscious mind and conscious self identity while sleeping (and in a non-lucid dream) resulted in minimal threads of my current conscious self identity (such as the recall of being married, though not with recall of living in Australia) being ambiguously mixed with a place I have not lived in years, as is typically the case.

Barbara Bain was confused with Zsuzsanna by my dream self because of both having the same birthdays of September 13, though there is much more. Barbara’s daughter Juliet Landau has a surname very similar to mine. Additionally, September 13 was the date in the opening of “Space 1999”, which I often watched in my youth. Juliet also starred in “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, which Zsuzsanna and I watched often. Barbara’s character in “Space 1999” is Helena, which is Zsuzsanna’s mother’s name.

The robotic suit and teleportation, in addition to being associated with the typical vestibular system correlation as the main factor of being in the dream state, also has the factor of trying to “escape” from the environmental noise while sleeping. I am more so perceiving my desire for Zsuzsanna to be away from the noise, and to be protected from it, though ultimately, it is not possible.

It is typical for fences to be different in dreams than real life, sometimes missing, sometimes being where they are not in reality, and in this case, a chain-link fence (that provides much more visibility in my dream’s setting) instead of a more solid wooden one (which allows hardly any visibilty from a distance in reality). The chain-link fence was there to fit into the fictitious nature of my dream for dream scenario convenience.

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I explain this dream type further in “Dreams of Type PRECONAV-VSCPCEL, 01-15”.

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Morning of August 22, 2014. Friday.



I am looking over my two youngest sons’ toys (the boys are also in the room) which have been gathered together on the floor near the center of the room. I am not fully sure of the location. It may be the living room from Cubitis but may also be Barolin Street. There are no obvious features to go by and my in-dream perspective is not focused on the environment itself anyway. There are several plastic toy soldiers (multicolored rather than monotone) that are on a much larger vehicle (mostly which I keep facing me, where I am sitting on my knees, it seems). The vehicle also has a couple smaller vehicles in the back that are around the same scale as the toy soldiers. This seems “normal” at first regarding real-life proportions, until I later realize that the two quite different scales of vehicles would not exist at full scale in real vehicle scenarios (though I doubt in conscious afterthought that children care that much if all of their toys are all at the same scale as my dream seems to imply) I test a toy army truck at the toy soldier scale that whirs a bit, being one that goes by itself for a short distance when activated by manual movement somehow. The gear design under it seems fairly complex.

A bit later, I look at a truck that is only slightly bigger than the scale of the toy soldiers which is sitting in one section of the back of the much larger toy truck (which is on my left with the larger vehicle facing me). In a short time, the smaller vehicle is much larger, about one-quarter the size or larger of a GI Joe jeep I once had. There are then much bigger figures, about the scale of the larger plastic toy solider figures I used to have. In a way, I am also thinking of smaller versions (about two-thirds the size at this point in-dream) of the GI Joe and Johnny West dolls I had as a boy. One of the figures is a pregnant female. Her stomach opens up (being similar to a model we had at the middle school) and the womb and baby can come out in a few separate parts. The colors of the pieces, four of them, are mostly pink and blue. This last part seems to vaguely relate to a previous real-life task of trying to come up with a way to fix the small broken keyboard “leg” - which was replaced by a new one and that one in turn broke shortly after. They do not make things very well any more.

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22/8/2014

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I remember being in a certain room for quite a while. In this room, there were many people. Two guys were playing ping-pong. One old guy was sitting on a lawn chair. He kind of looked like an old version of Michael J. Fox. There were also many women in skimpy outfits. I specifically remember a woman wearing one, who was pretty much covered with hair below her waist. The women seemed to dance a lot. There was also a lot of gangsters in the room, doing various things. After many hours of sitting around, watching everyone do stuff, I remember a very loud bell playing the melody of the doorbell on my childhood house. It was almost deafening.

Suddenly, everyone got up and started shooting and fighting each other. I guess some agreement was broken. Suddenly, some people grabbed me and I was dragged out of the room and building. The last thing I remembered was looking into the old guy's eyes. He looked kind of worried for some reason.

We ran into a van. Apparently, I was part of a gang of people who were making an agreement with those guys. Something went wrong. They talked about time travel I think. I didn't believe them.

After this event, we went to various places. I remember one of them was a building in the middle of a desert. Here, something was done, but I don't remember what. After this, I remember being back in that room from the beginning. I was the guy in the lawn chair, but now I wasn't that old. I seem to have gone back in time.

At first, I didn't remember what happened or where I was. I was just watching everyone do stuff. This time in the building, the whole floor was flooded. It seems the room was turned into some sort of water park. Many of the skimpy outfit girls were there, spraying each other with water. They were playing and laughing in it, like children.

Later, after quite a few hours of people doing random things, some van arrived. It carried a gang of people there to make a deal. I saw a specific person, and then that bell rang. Suddenly, I remembered.... I remembered who I was and why I was there. What I've done in the past. I also remembered being in that specific building at that specific time in the past. Right now.

Everyone started shooting and fighting just as it happened last time. After my past self and the gang left the building, I ran out through the back door.

This was the end of the dream.

Dream 1 - 5:00AM

I'm in an undercover area, using a Shock Rifle. I see an enemy 50 meters away. He's trying to reach the elevator which is on top of the ramp. I shoot the ball towards him and make the energy ball explode by shooting a single beam of energy at it. I damage the enemy (not sure if he died or not).

I'm now outside where I can see a lot of water and a massive building in the background. I begin launching myself 15 meters in front of me with each leap, landing onto pads that are floating on the water. As I land on the pads, they help accelerate me forwards to the next pad.

I'm now inside a building, standing next to the deli meat section. I can see chicken and salmon. Benny Lackman and some female are standing are not too far from me. Benny is making fun of the way people prep their salmon. He calls the white fish plain. I find it pretty funny the way he says things. I start to have a convocation with them both.

Dream 2

I'm female and getting taught how to ride a motorbike by a man. We're in the woods riding. We begin to start to get competitive and start racing one another. We're now inside a house and still racing. I begin to try some tricks, such as a bunny hop. I start to get a big lead on him and to make things harder for him to catch me, I half close some doors behind me.

I'm now standing in my kitchen with a laptop on the bench. My brother sees the laptop and has a look at whats getting played on it. It's a ALS Ice Bucket Challenge video. He tells me he did a video and that he nominated myself and a few others. I tell him ''F That, no chance''. He glares at me with a WTF look. I start to imagine what it would have been like when the bucket of ice water was being poured over my brother head.

Dream Fragment

I have my water distiller running in Dads lounge room, and I forgot to put the jug underneath where the water drips out (water distiller looks different to mine. I freak out and check the carpet but it seems dry. I see a plastic jug next to the distiller. I think I wasted about 1 liter of water.

I loaded up with blueberries, strawberries, some purple grape juice, 2 choline...and a partridge that I found in a nearby pear tree.

5.10 AM
A little vignette involving me trying to puzzle out why the water in a house wasn't running. Other people turn into X-men I turn into Mario. I locate the stopcock (DS - looking for something) and that was OK. I remember reminding myself that all taps and valves in the UK (maybe everywhere) open by turning to the left. Is that normal NLD behaviour? I sat there puzzling why the water wasn't on.

Got up and did a short WBTB (Usually I stay up 1 hour+) Nevertheless, it took me a fair while to get back to sleep. Couldn't bring the mind home...it kept wandering off like an excited dog.

6.25 AM
Fragment involving me looking down onto a painted concrete structure of the kind used in zoos to house some animals e.g. penguins, bears etc. I take some comfort that I noted this dream, using the tag "Concrete zoo structure" went back to sleep but still remembered it by the morning. That's the first time since I began LD'ing last year.

7.45 AM
Talking to my wife in some large gloomy building (2 DS's talking to wife & large gloomy buildings...or was it talking to the building and a large gloomy wife? No...she's lovely really.)

She wandered off somewhere and I got 2 children who were with me to look for her "You go left" I'll go right" I seemed to be playing it like hide-and-seek. (DS - looking for something) Somewhere in all this I seem to be explaining to someone that I have trouble not turning over in bed because I get leg pains after 4 hours in bed and I remember indicating where the pains were.

That's very relevant to trying not to turn over when first waking when trying to LD...my first semi-unconscious instinct is to turn over (which brings relief)

Now 8.50 I'm going to try WBTB (after about half an hour and a small coffee...my usual routine) I normally seem to have less trouble getting back to sleep than when I did the quick WBTB. Strange....

I had another short lucid last night. I dreamt I was lying on a mattress together with some other people. They were strangers. In my dream I woke up (FA) because I had to pee. In fact I dreamt I had already started peeing. I "woke up" and hurried up from the mattress, afraid that I had peed on it. Luckily I hadn't. I did an RC, looked at my hands. I had a tiny extra finger on my middle finger. Lucid! I thought to myself I have to stabilize, and I layed down on the carpet rubbing it with my hands telling myself "I'm dreaming". It all felt very real. The dream ended not long after, and I don't remember doing anything more than rub the carpet and getting up again. Maybe except looking at my hands again. They still looked funny. I had some other dreams too, in particular one about being chased by a bear.

August 20, 2014

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I was going to the university hospital for an ophthalmologist appointment, but the stairs I *apparently* usually took to the obscure basement room where they had the eye specialists were blocked off. The ceiling above the stairs was lower than it was supposed to be, and the door at the bottom, leading to the office, was only about hip-height. I thought I would be able to fit now problem, but then the door wouldn't open, and I realized there was just a doorknob in the wall, which was painted to look like a door was there.

I went back up to the main floor, confused and a bit annoyed, because I had made the appointment just a few days ago. I went to a man at the front desk, and asked what had happened to the Eye offices. He didn't seem to know what the heck I was talking about. I tried to describe how the old offices were blocked off, and he was still confused. I simply asked where the ophthalmology offices were, and light sparked in his eyes. "Oh, them. You take the elevator behind you down a floor and go through some halls and then you'll be there."

I rolled my eyes as I approached the elevator and pressed the button to call it. Apparently the offices were exactly where they had always been, it was just that the way to get there was different now. I think they were doing some construction on the building, so some of the stairs were out of service.

The elevator got there, and I stepped in, pressed the B button (not knowing that I was actually on the 2nd floor and needed to get to the 1st floor. The building must have been on a hill)

The elevator started descending, but the doors didn't close. I watched the floor I needed pass above me, and then the elevator stopped at the basement. It was dark and damp and I had a HORRIBLE feeling about that place, so I quickly tried to press the 1st floor button.

But the elevator started going all the way up, and then went through a hole in the roof, and I held on for dear life as I watched the hospital below me. I got about 100 feet up, and then the elevator started spiraling violently downwards, around the whole building. There was still no door, so I thought I was going to fall to my death. It was terrifying.

When the elevator finally landed, I was no longer at the university hospital, but at a construction site somewhere in the middle of nowhere. It was dry, desert-like. I walked up to a group of people and asked if anyone knew where my PJs were. They had my shorts, but not the shirt. I looked around, and saw my PJ shirt on a counter in an outdoor kitchen-like area. It was under a makeshift roof and everything seemed very ramshackle. I headed that direction, but before I got there, a monster-truck (or hummer, or something large) drove past, somehow splashing everything with water. I was soaked, but because it was so hot, I didn't mind too much. I reached the counter and noticed a large cooking device over a fire. It was like a big metal drum cut in half, and with a griddle pattern embossed on it. I wrung my shorts out into a different pot, because the cook, a youngish rugged-looking man needed water to cook with. I told him to "cook something nice up for the truck driver who'd splashed us all." We both grinned evilly.

I looked back at the grill drum again, and noticed some veggies cooking on the edges of it. I picked one up with some tongs I found on the counter, and ate it. I kept picking more food off the grill drum thing, and others started joining me.

Dream started in Father room as I was trying to get sleep there was something that kept pushing my covers off me, so after the third time of having my covers thrown off I turn around while getting up with a first irritated feeling that quickly change when my eye saw many hundreds of Father's room in his specific room. I was already lucid and somewhat still surprise as the sensation was completely different from what I was use to. I quickly open the door in to the living room and went to the backdoor that's in the kitchen. When I was making my way to the backdoor my eyes were hit by the orange light that always shines out when it's night outside, the flash sort of stick in my eyes and took a bit longer to fade away than in real life. I begin to unlock the back door and could see through the blinds and confirm that it was night. I began to smile because I've been in this specific spot several times in my lucid dreams, it sort of made me feel like this was always a real place that was waiting for me. I open the door and went out in to the night, there was a few people walking on the streets as I make my way down to the road and was then quickly push by this woman with brown short hair. The push made her also fall as she lands directly on me. I quickly push her off me and started hitting her head to the floor several times. People around us mouths were open in shock and heard people start screaming and sirens coming from a distance. I began running pass people and the night quickly turn to day, this middle age woman who was taking care of her garden told me to go exactly this left direction to escape and told me to hurry. As I am running I began to think why do my DC's always have to do something violent to cause me to react?

I make it to the nearest road where I quickly see this car pull over with three people in it that seem to be complaining who gets to be in the driver seat. But when their attention turn toward me they pulled out their guns and started shooting, one of the bullets were so close to hitting me that I felt the wind of grind on the right side of my back. I quickly hide at the side of a building made of bricks, I began smirking as I was really having a stable exciting dream that I could tell it wasn't ready to fade away. I heard one guy say he was going after me on foot as he ran toward the side of the building he sees me and tries to kill me with a knife. I dodge most of his attempts in till I grab it from his hands and started running while changing in to 3rd person point view shouting that he could never kill me and quickly form back in to 1st person again. I laugh as I finally left the community, I quickly realize that this is the first lucid dream that has went farther in my waking life memories than the other lucid dreams. Now I can confirm that the subconscious also had the outside from the community replicated as well. As I make it to the next incoming road I see another boy that I use to know and quickly smiled. He looks at and prepares to say hey but before that I pulled out a shotgun and shot him directly in the torso. He was bleeding all over the road that's when I saw another person who seem to be running in my direction, as he makes his way toward me he lunges at me and tries to grab the shotgun.

He and I begin to insult each other during the confrontation and struggle in gaining possession of the gun. I quickly use my other hand to get the knife from my pocket that I took and stab the man in his neck. He forcefully fell to the ground, I ran to a near side walk while crossing the road. I saw a kid unarm walking by himself and decided this will be too easy with no fun at all but no matter. I ready my shotgun at his position as his face begins to change his expression a second later another man comes up from behind the kid and pulls a gun to the boy head and started telling me if I shoot him he'll kill the boy. I began thinking to myself this guy must be a criminal and must be assuming that I am a cop because I have a shotgun in my hands. So that's the case I said, I laugh at his misjudgment and quickly shot him in the head, no blood came out from the man but the way his head was looking after the shot seem way to gruesome for him to be alive. The boy fell to the ground and was beginning to cry, I look down at him and told him " hey at least you made things a little bit more interesting too bad it's ends here " As I pull the shotgun lock to off and reload it and pointed it at him the police were here, one officer had me already on gun point as two more police cars pulled over. The officer ask me what's going on here? I told her that a man on the side walk and the man on the road were trying to kill this innocent boy. As proof look at the bodies on the road behind us, I struggle with the first man and I manage to take his shotgun away from him, you can even use forensic sources and you'll see his finger prints were on this shotgun. Lucky for me I had a knife so I stab him and tried to save the child from this monster, so I thought it was in my place to kill him since he was holding this boy as a hostage.

The cop seems to be siding with me since she hasn't hand cuff me yet. She told me to wait here as she checks the other bodies down the road, two more police officers came my way and check on the kid and ask him a few questions. The boy responds saying I'm to blame and that I was trying to kill him, the officers look in my eyes while I look back at theirs and could easily tell due to the seriousness of their eyes I was in trouble. I quickly pointed my shotgun and blasted the kids face, some of the blood came on to the police officer face that cover in his eyes. I quickly punch one of them in the face as I had no more bullets in the shotgun. The officer who I was talking to came back and pointed her gun at me telling me why did I do all of this? I look at her and said well to tell you the truth it's because everything and everyone of you is a dream. This is my dream and the only reason why I don't want you to shoot at me is because the reaction will make me wake up, so basically if I am killed so will this world that we're in as well. Hoping they'll realize that this was true and that they'll understand that they are all my hostages I'll be able to stay here longer. The police officer laugh and ask me if I was being for real? I said yes and told the cop that I could feel my conscious slipping away. They assume I was beginning to pass out so one dispatch an ambulance, I told her to come closer to me as I needed to tell her something important. She came closer , I told her thanks for letting your guard down as I snatch her gun from her and shot her in the chest and knee. I was starting to feel numb and then felt nothing, the police officers prepare to shoot me but I quicken the process of waking up avoid feeling it. Lucidity Time 7 minutes.

My brother and I enroll in another school and decided to take more classes. As we walk up the hallway we both went opposite directions, my first class was history which made me decide to put my head down and gradually be incoherent to most in till the bell rang so it was time for a different class. I walk through the hallways bumping in to several students to the mental health class. Students were gather up in a circle talking to a nurse, this kid I use to know was talking about being sad that he didn't felt notice, I join the circle and respond to him by saying just being you shouldn't require others and told him to have pride in who you are or who you will become. He seem to have become quite happy after that and ask me could we become friends after class, I told him sure thing. Class ended we fist bump and told each other good luck in the next class. My last class was math seems everyone was seating in where the teacher appointed them to be, I also notice my brother sitting at the back row. The teacher look at me and told me to wait, she turn on the TV and I started thinking why is her TV so wide and tall? She turn off the lights and all the kids began watching the TV that shows grass in many fields.

I look up and realize this math class had an endless top of bookshelves stack perfectly on to each other and kept going up. I couldn't see no roof so I climb a couple of book shelves trying not to fall. I made it up and sat down looking below that's when I notice other students on my left side looking down at the class room. I decided to teleport 1 book shelf higher than them and quickly realize there was a light blue pale sky up here. Another little boy in a red t shirt teleported here and sat next to me, I look toward the direction he was staring at, we both saw students appearing randomly from thin air on to bookshelves. The little boy look at me with a smile as I look at him I become lucid and the bookshelves all disappear in being in the living room sitting on the highest ledge of the stairs. I smiled at him and turn around placing my feet on the carpet thinking I want to fly but a False awakening occurred and made me lose my lucidity. Lucidity Time 8 seconds.

I had a late afternoon nap, and then WILDed into a dream. My dream recall's not to great lately, but I do remember the important parts.

I was in my friend's dorm room. I was on the top bunk, and three other guys were talking about something. I realized it was a dream, so I was not interested in their conversation. I jumped out the window (or, more really crashed through it, since it was fully closed) and flew outside. I got a ways away, just doing random tricks and stuff, when the dream destabilized.

Next thing I know, I was back. Back in the top bunk, while my friends were still talking. Okay, let's try that again. I jumped/crashed out the window again, to the same kind of scenery, except this time, there was less "rendered", for lack of better term. Just the area around my dorm was there, everything else was just black. I tried flying up until I could see all of it.

And then I woke up. In the top bunk. My friends were talking. Seriously? This is getting old. I don't remember exactly how many times this repeated, but by at least the fourth or fifth time, I was aware enough to not let it happen. This last time, I actually had great control of my flight, and the scenery was full, minus one part where I flew over one area that looked like it hadn't fully loaded in Google Earth.

And then I woke up. Thankfully, not in the top bunk again. Instead, I was in some kind of jail, right behind the metal bars. Okay, I should probably do something other than just fly. What were those TOTM's again? I racked my brain, since I hadn't even looked at the thread for like 2 weeks. The only one I could remember was the eyeball one. Okay, that one's not too hard. I pulled up my sunglasses that I was apparently wearing, and reached into my left eye. I kept telling myself it didn't hurt, and sure enough, with a little effort, it just slid out. I held it in my hand. Surprisingly, it was about the size of a baseball. I should have a little fun with this. I shifted my glance to the left, and the eyeball rolled a little to the left. I shifted to the right, and the eyeball rolled a little back to the right. It kind of looked like one of those novelty weasel balls rolling in my hand. Huh. I wonder if I can look through it too. Just then, a kind of ghost image appeared on the left side of my vision. It was facing an entirely different direction, like it was the direct feed from the eyeball to my brain. Okay, that's kind of creepy. I stuck the eyeball back in my head and went on. I somehow was transported to this large restaurant.

Story Break. There was one thing I hadn't done yet in my dream. I have been trying to create a persistent dream character through cosmodius95's incubation method, which you can find here. So long story short, I have been trying to create this guy named Bart, short for Bartholomew, a wolf-like dream guide I had in one of my older lucids. As the story goes, Bart is my best friend, and has the ability to transform into a wolf at will. He's about 6'1", has brown hair, blue eyes.

So I tried looking for Bart. The restaurant wasn't packed, but there were still a substantial amount of people, none of them matching the description of Bart. I finally asked a moderately intoxicated woman if she knew anyone there named Bart. She said yes, and brought me over to a buff, fairly intimidating looking guy. "Wait, no, this isn't Bart. That's Kevin." She brought me over to another guy who didn't look like him, and another, and another. Finally, she just shouted, "Is there anyone here named Bart?" One guy in the back stood up and raised his hand. I walked over to him. He was fairly short with black hair, so he still didn't match the description (in fact, he looked like one of my friends IWL), but apparently I didn't care. He acted like I was an old friend of his, and we did that sort of bro-hug thing that is all the rage nowadays. He asked how my dream was going so far. "Pretty good, got the task of the month out of the way." "Nice dude, about time." "Ha, I know, right?" He looked nothing like the Bart I had imagined, but he sure acted like him.

And then I woke up. In the top bunk. Screw this. I jumped out the window and flew until I woke up for real.