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I woke up & tried to hold on to my dream but waking life too priority. I've been preparing for Labor Day weekend.

Lots of flying, not quite lucid but almost!

1) I can remember wanting to test a layout of some sort of building. My dad helped me put an old bathtub into place and switch on the water.

2) With my wife she was fussing about ona beach, but we were indoors. There was a marker on the sand I had to build the sand up but the tide was coming in, I had to do it because she was fusing about doing something else. Then it went dark I knew my torch was lying on the ground somewhere so searched for it in the dark, someone shone a light for me and I found it and said thank you. It was a headtorch, I had to put a helmet on then and fitted it over the headtorch.
The there were other people about looking for helmets, there was a pile of smaller helmets in the corner, he asked it he could take one of them, some children behind shouted that they were for the children! It was something to do with the fire service, a female officer cam into the room and got very angry with 2 boys/men at the end of the line and lectured them about their behaviour.
Then we went outside to an outwrd bound exercise. Everyone was wandering around with metal detectors. I walked off with my wife, we went over to some cliffs by the sea. Was practicing flying off the edge of the cliff. I hovered, then got more confident and flew down and into the sea, then flew around.
I was by the side of a wall showing off how well I could fly, there were objects sitting on shelves. I had to fly quite high but couldn't find the top. Then I found a window and went through.
I was flying high over countryside I could see all the trees and fields in the distance in good colour and detail. I almost knew I was dreaming but not quite, and thought this is good I can feel the wind against me, but thought that it wasn't that good because I couldn't go as fast a I wanted - I knew it wasn't reality but didn't quite click that I was dreaming.
Then I was in a house flying up and down stairs.

I think I was in a school, and there was a shooting. I was hiding in a room, along with Fernando Alonso (the F1 driver). I was terrified, but Fernando had a plan. He stayed calm, and started crafting makeshift guns from junk laying around the room. In the end, we both had a gun (that resembled a Sten) with 11 bullets. We decided to leave the room. I wanted to move crouched with Alonso standing behind me, to cover more ground with our fields of fire. In another scene, a man showed up at our door (before we left). There was a group of people roaming the area, and I felt we could trust no one. I had a pneumatic rifle now, with a long piece of metal shoved into the chamber as improvised ammo. I stuck the gun through an opening in the door, and shot him in the face. It didn't do much to hurt him.

After having survived this ordeal, I found myself in a different location (Dallas?). I "knew" I was thousands of miles east from where I was earlier. I was walking with others, a little confused as to where I was and how I got there. I think a woman told me where I was. Anyway, I am stopped by the police. They asked me if I have guns, I say no. They search me (my bag?) and find the makeshift guns from the previous dream. I realize how screwed I am. I would never convince the cops of my innocence. I couldn't even explain how I got here myself, so why would they believe me? I sat there for a while. I got a strange feeling. There were a lot of people, talking loudly. A marketplace of sorts? I felt like this couldn't be real. I didn't know how I got there. And why am I in America? I somehow made a conscious decision to "wake up", and yup... my reality shifted and I woke up in my own bed. The transition was really weird, and cool.

I was flying a propeller plane far away (in the Pacific?) to fight in a war of sorts. My sports plane was outfitted with missiles. I encountered an old friend (Eros) and his girlfriend too. The bastards had a jet. At some point I think I had landed on a carrier. My mom was there? I was trying to turn to take off again, but forget to let her get on?

Non-lucid: I was at Crazy Daisy's' (AKA my living grandmother that is not a nice human being). But it wasn't really her old house I knew as a kid but it did have the lucheonette type of counter she had. My mom was trying to get me to talk to her & my dad & sisters too. My aunt Jill was taking up for her which almost created a whole other element of crazy going on. I wasn't having any of it. Then at some point it morphed into me needing a dress to go to a family event starring Crazy Daisy. Jill was telling me I had to buy the dress & I wanted to borrow it & bring it back. It was all stupid crap.

Gearing up for Labor Day weekend. I'm hoping for sun all 3 days so we can pool it up!

I'm in an airport. I believe it's supposed to be London. I'm going through the security checks right now. I walk through an area, unsure of where exactly to go. There are barely any people. There's different checks for citizens of different countries. I'm not to sure which one is for EU citizens. In my mind I have a British passport. I finally pick where to go and am submitted to another check. I realise then that I need my passport for this check, which is in my bag. I rummage through the pockets of my clothing, pretending to be looking for it, when a display shows that they already have my passport. I am asked to sit off to the side with a white, male security employee. Of course I am. I always am. I lay down on something. I feel as if I'm at a psychologist on the couch. The guy starts talking and asking me questions. He explains that they're just gonna check if I'm really the person who I claim to be. He starts with my birthdate. "So your birthday is on the 20th of December?". No it's not. I give him my real birthdate. I realise this is a check. Why not just take my fingerprints? He continues talking to me and I reply. They're stupid questions and I realise it's more about how nervous I react to being interviewed than anything else. I stay calm, as I'm totally legit. He's carefully paying attention to my speech and asks me to speak up and be really loud. I reply along the lines of: ah of course, if I speak louder you can more easily hear the trembling and such in my voice. I have half a mind to continue talking softly. My explanation for my soft talking would be that I've lived in Indonesia, where people talk softly.