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Had 3 dreams total, will just type out what I remember right now.

Titan
The dream began in some underground tomb or pyramid like place. There was an ancient being there, it was there for thousands of years and protected some sort of ancient relic. There were some soldiers there underground looking for the relic. They were seeking for it as a source of power to help them overcome the upcoming invasion. What was invading them though?

Anywho the ancient comes out and greets one of the royalties there. I forget though, I think it was the princess of the place. My pov switched from either of them I think. We were gonna explore now. The area was dry, like a desert. So this kingdom was more like a tribe than a large kingdom but I don't know it's somewhere in between the two. We traveled and eventually came across some sort of academy or castle.

It was a large building, made of stone, with glass windows. But the size of the building was as if it was built for the ancient. Well I suppose a better description is a "titan". She basically looked like a very large human being. But this place was built precisely to fit her.

...

Entered the building. May have awoken here and the dream plot changed a bit. Or thsi is just already the next dream now.

But anyways I'm inside a building, perhaps the one before. I'm viewing things from a the POV of a princess. The inside looks like an old academic build, something that looks like it was built in the 1800s or so. I'm suppose to be joining others in a meeting. About what? Something about saving the town. Actually this made me remember the first dream now. The first dream took place in a city or town by the ocean, it was a dock city but let's get back to the present.

I left the room and met a lady knight in the hallways and I promised her that we'd have a tea party together. But before that I went to the bathroom. Stayed there for like 2 hours though. I think the knight may have been mad that I made her wait so long. But eventually I end up in the small room and begin to prepare for tea and
snacks.

- Maybe this is the continuation of the dream from yesterday or related. About an ancient dragon. She was feared but helped out a town to remove a curse from a hospital. Then talked about how she'd been such a big deal thousands of years ago to the townfolks.


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I remembered the first dream took place in Japan or similar. It was near the shore and... Remembering... The relic. This dream also had a relic but it was different from the one from the later dream. I recall the relic from the ancient was a heart, it was light blue, not baby but mid way between baby and indigo blue. With slight white glow.

The relic of this dream was a skull. My group and I were setting up something like a Bazar. The town chief or something was a very tan old man. We were gathering stuff but we got invaded. Some calamity happend and destroyed the town. Something like a storm. But the skull I had, I think it was like a crystal skull, let me rewind the time a little. Ended up being transported to India though. We were looking for something there to stop the tragedy from happening.

Pretty similar theme to the other dream. Perhaps the relic from the titan was what we were looking for.

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Carla, her mom and another neighbor are at my mom's hallway discussing something. My mom's front door is not well closed and is banging whenever they lean against it. I go shut the door better and they hear me and call for me.
They say they tried to catch Magano on the street because they want to adopt the cat. They hope we can help.

I sort of feel powerful and I walk around with total confidence in my awareness, then I float and also feel like changing my clothes to a long medieval dress. Then I spot some buddhist monks leading people to a venue and I follow them with curiosity. Find out they are a bunch of con artists pickpocketing people while entertaining people with tricks. I try to disrupt their act with my magic but it doesn't work out, I try to warn some girl but she gets mad for bothering her. I get out but later find these artists at an hotel lobby with their bags packed. I confront them and some of them get away with the bags through service stairs while others try to intimidate me to leave them alone. But I follow them, one attacks me and fails. End up in a underground garage or warehouse where dozens of bandits are waiting for me to kill me. I fight and escape them all, but there is one I find really cute and as we fight we also flirt each other. Instead of hurting him, I steal a kiss from him. In the end, my magic finally kicks in and they surrender to me and become my devotees.

Awake/explanation
Normal dream
Semi-lucid dream
Lucid dream

This is a collection of 3 dreams. This is the first attempt I've made to become lucid in several years, and it was successful! But not through the method I was trying.

Sometime before 2:30 AM
I dreamed that I was an official content censor for some kind of fascist regime, but even as an editor of content was victim to extreme regulations. I worked in an open office surrounded by other workers and was encouraged not to move from my post or stop working. I remember trying to move unsuccessfully a few times but only small bits of this dream stayed with me.

2:30-4:45 AM
I dreamed that my school had a 'software hit-list' of things they wanted coded for them (I'm a CS major) and one of these was a more secure meeting method. Someone had coded this and randomly instated me as a moderator because I was a CS major, and I realized that all CS majors were given such honors for reasons unclear (we are not generally known for our people skills, lol). Anyway, I hopped on a bus, the physical representation of this new forum for students of my university. I also decided that if I was a moderator, I'd try to be a good moderator, and make sure nobody was doing anything wrong. So I scoped out the area around me.

Next to me a guy was sitting in a trench coat and sunglasses, and I tried to look past him to see what was on his other side without bothering him. There was just a window, and in the end he did see me trying to look around him and gave me a funny look, so I apologized and looked forwards again. I sorta realized in that moment that I was being stupid trying to moderate just because it was written on my name, and started behaving normally riding the bus again.

It gets a bit fuzzy here, but I recall a friend from high-school being on the bus, and lying in the floor. I woke up again later.

4:45 AM-7:30 AM
And here's the meat, the lucid dream. I woke up, used the restroom (I had drunk a glass of water so that I would wake up in the middle of the night), laid down again, meditated for a few minutes while counting my breaths. When I lost count I rolled on my side and began counting my breaths again, trying to fall asleep. And then I did fall asleep! But not lucid.

I can't remember this dream back all the way, but the first thing I remember was playing baseball with a bunch of kids. I guess I was a kid too, I'm not really sure. At one point, we were playing on an abandoned lot, and the pitcher's mound was in the middle of a partially constructed scaffolding (inconvenient), and I was pitching. Batting was a girl who I went to high-school with who was well known for throwing hissy fits when things didn't go her way (no offense to her, I'm sure she's more adult now, but we were all probably 12 or 13 in this dream...). She was indeed throwing such a hissy fit because I was pitching too fast at her. So I lobbed one slowly to let her have her way.

She immediately smacked it and sent it flying into the scaffolding I was standing in, and I picked it up and tried to turn to look to throw it to first base, but I couldn't see first base. I then turned and saw second base was also obstructed, so I turned some more and threw it to someone who was running up from near third base. Of course, when I threw it to him, he missed it, I felt silly for throwing it too hard, and he turned and ran after it. Within those precious moments, two opposing runners had run up to my scaffolding and were standing at the edge yelling at me. I turned to look at them and hear what they were saying, which was that they were complaining that 1st base was a pit, so they had run to the pitcher's mound instead, and that should count as a home-run.

I'm not sure why I was allowed to decide but I shook my head yes and agreed, and the game was over (I guess they were already ahead). Soon, everyone congregated around the pitcher's mound/scaffolding and we started discussing that playing baseball here sucked (gee whiz). I suggested, from nowhere, that nearby was a series of under-construction houses where nobody lived, that was sure to have some open air nobody was using that we could play. It occurred to me we might accidentally break some windows or something, but I secretly figured we could probably get the heck out of there without getting caught if so (sorry construction workers, I was a kid in this dream, I swear!).

So off we set into this nearby construction area, and me and one other fairly small kid who couldn't have been more than 8 ended up going into a nearby house, and walking around inside, because nobody was there to stop us. As we were walking around looking I suddenly made a joking comment that the house was so empty, it almost seemed like a dream...

And the saying of such a thing is one of my well-known triggers (anytime something seems like a dream in real life, I tend to reality check reflexively just as a habit because I have said it in dreams many times and woke up frustrated I didn't become lucid). I reached up and plugged my nose and blew air through, and found I could breathe. Ta-da! My first night back at lucid dreaming a success, I felt pretty proud of myself and thought back to posting on Dreamviews the night before. I remembered reading an article about lucid dreaming to hype myself up and them talking about how realistic your hands are, so I looked down at them.

Then I set out after my small friend who was with me, and told him I was having a lucid dream! He looked at me like there was a giant spider on my head and began fast-walking away, so I walked after him saying, "No, really, look!" and tried to summon a baseball from thin air to show him. I tried several times, but my dream control has always been a bit wonky, and I couldn't get it to happen. I tried looking away from my hands and looking back. I tried closing my eyes and thinking "BASEBALL" (lol) and opening them and looking back, and nothing. Soon me and the kid were outside of the house standing in the grass, and I still didn't have a baseball. He looked pretty skeptical, and I suddenly feared me losing my lucidity to this goal of getting a baseball, so I said, "aw nevermind," and walked away from him.

Still marveling at all the weird wrinkly detail of my palms, I walked off towards the nearby woods. As I was walking along, the whole group of children I had been playing baseball with came to where we were and began asking if I had found a place to play baseball. I told them I wasn't looking anymore, really, but they could probably play somewhere near here if they still wanted to. They set off into the woods also (for some reason) so I followed them nearby, but quickly got distracted by a humongous ravine going down hundreds of feet, and instantly was taken with doing what I always do in lucid dreams: jumping off stuff and trying to fly.

I jumped off the edge into this enormous canyon and hovered my way down with my arms out, but as I stuck my arms out I was suddenly bothered by the feeling of my sheet on my bed (lol) and the feeling that it was like a wall blocking me from sticking my arm out all the way. This bothered me and also again, worried me I was waking up, so I pulled my arms in-front of me in more of a Superman position instead. I alighted down on a giant metal tower, crawling with futuristic soldiers.

My lucidity started to degrade a little here. I was no longer doing anything I wanted but getting sucked into the current of the dream, while aware I was dreaming somewhat.

These soldiers all began shooting at me, and, aware that I was dreaming, I stood my ground to see what they were shooting. As if in slow-motion, the shots came as a multitude of lasers, followed by a few canisters that looked like grenades. I started smacking these canisters back, and hitting various things on top of the tower and destroying them, eventually succeeding in knocking the soldiers off the tower I was on. Then a large docking bay door opened on the side of the canyon and I was being shot at once again. I once again tried hitting or grabbing and throwing the canisters, but they were far too far away (easily 100 meters). I settled on another plan, which was to forcefully punch parts of the tower towards that loading bay (ambitious).

And of course, as with my dream control, I punched them so lightly they simply limply fell off the tower. I tried harder, and harder, and soon was greeted with a (phony) percentage number indicating my percentage of full power that I was using (which I took for a real measurement, hence why I marked this lowered lucidity). I could only get this number to around 20%, which launched the things I was hitting a decent ways but not quite there. I heard someone call me a fool, and looked to my left to find, who else: Darth Vader, sitting in a chair.

I don't even really like Star Wars which makes this stranger, but anyway, he told me that I would never summon my full control in such a way. Suddenly finding myself curious at what he had to say, I think my lucidity started to come back up here.

I figured, who worse to steer me wrong than Darth Vader in a dream. But at the same time, maybe he would say something useful, so I urged him to continue and sat down next to him. He spoke cliches, telling me that I should 'let my emotions rule me,' and 'use my anger to summon my full power'. I nodded amicably and then noticed that I was now sitting beside him in a flying vehicle. In an act of defiance towards Mr. Vader but also in the interest of trying what he said, I screamed at the top of my lungs (haha) while grabbing the side of the car and pushing, and surely enough, I ripped off the entire right side of the car and part of the roof, and dropped it as we flew along. He didn't really say anything-- he didn't seem threatened but rather like I was acting like a child, and I felt mildly embarrassed (again, haha).

We soon rolled up at a small garage that I felt I recognized from another dream, and I simultaneously felt the dream was coming to an end. It was as if this was a final destination for me, and I could tell this by looking at it. I don't recall what the sign said fully, but I do recall it used a nickname of mine people have given me ("Loaf" a missaying of Life), and I looked around and at Darth Vader again. He didn't have much else to say, so I thanked him for his advice and said maybe I'd use it again later. Then I hopped out of the car and walked up to the shack, and as I was in the process of doing so...

My eyes opened and I hopped out of bed to get my coffee and write up this journal!

Dream 1: I was in the shower and wanted to shave my leg too. I shaved my right leg and then my crotch and then my brother came inside so I hid the razor behind a loofa. I finished my shower and still only had 1 leg shaved. Later I had a really pretty girl over and I had unprotected sex with her until I was about to finish. Then we both knew it was best to put a condom on. We tried to be quiet and get it done but we ended up in different places of the house trying to be strealthy but it didnt work. Then she turned into Matthew West and he wanted to get it in the bum. I was not down. Later we went to an airbnb that was unlocked after hearing about it and right afterwe arrived the owner came in and told us we were in trouble and to leave. We left and matthew and I had switched 1 show so we switched back and got in the car

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm at a psychiatric hospital and I am to be examined. I'm scared and recognize the scene of the dream. I'm anxious because I know something bad is going to happen. There is a nurse coming and she says I'm supposed to go to another room. I walk into the room and there is a school class room there. I go and sit on a chair on the edge of a row. Some people are teasing me there so I move one row back. I hear the people in front of me talking about how they got money to just sit there. I say so in a paniced voice to the person next to me. He is shocked. The teacher pulls out a gun and starts to shoot at me but misses. I run to the exit and find a revolver and starts to shoot at the teacher but I miss. I only have two ammunition left and hide behind a corner. I reveal myself and try to shoot the teacher in the head and I'm sure that I will hit him if I pull the trigger. I shoot but nothing happens. After I while I'm just screaming as loud as I can and crawling out the door.

I'm by a town and I'm supposed to be Spiderman. I try to use my Spiderman powers to swing myself but it's hopeless. The web I shoot from my wrist is all sloppy and won't attach to the things I shoot it at. I succeed to climb up to a building and I'm hiding from something.

I'm in a car with my mother who drives. We are going to the church. I walk in and go to the left most part of the church because I'm looking for someone. No one is there. I walk to the right most part of the church and on my way I meet up with some missionaries by the kitchen. There is a good looking missionary who says he is going to see the whole world and his charismatics is the thing that is going to help him do so. I walk to the next room and see Diego by the piano. We are supposed to do something together.

A girl has dumped me and I know it's because I was not cool enough for her. I'm by a room and know she is somehow watching me. I change shirt just to show her that I'm actually fit and I act in a cool way. My mother and sister are also there.

I'm sleeping in my brother's bed. I'm trying to sleep but I don't succeed because it's way to early. I try to sleep because it's so boring. I'm irritable because I can't sleep.

I'm talking with someone about a distant memory we had together and I'm transformed into the memory. I see two small children sitting by a long table, eating soup, in a pretty dark room. One of the children walks to three dark men who are looking malnourished. The child is greeting them happily and that cheers them up. I'm scared of the three men because I thought they would harm the children but I think it's beautiful how the child managed to make the malnourished men happy. The second child also joins the three men and the first child. They are laughing together and having a good time.

Notes: When I woke up I didn't remember any dreams. After thinking a while I remembered all these! I don't think I have ever remembered six dreams in one night. I dreamt the dream about being dumped because I saw a movie about a man who were not cool and got dumped because of that and later on becoming cool so the girl wanted him back.

I am inside somewhere. I am in some area that is either a hallway or a long bathroom. There is a stall with quite a large gap between the floor and the wall. My coworker and I are taking the toilet out and installing one that has some hidden mirror. This coworker (unfamiliar) sits on it while I stand outside of the stall to see how it looks. The toilet just seems like it’s highly reflective stainless steel. I can clearly see his pale thighs but not much else. I go in and reposition it to where I think it’ll offer a better view. I think our office must be right outside this stall. Now someone, he almost seems like a school’s principal, has caught us. We are made to put it all back (we moved a few other things), and all I can feel is shame. I then begin to think that he didn’t actually know our motive but just thought that we were messing around, which offers me a bit of relief. Now I’m in some room, by some filing cabinets?, with this coworker, noticing his short, red hair. He is friendly and talkative and starts talking about Scott. I contribute to the conversation and add that Scott was a great boss. Now I’m working and/or browsing in a plain white, dim room. There are some black milk crates of music on various media. I find a copy of the Tool album Salival on a VHS that is still in the shrink wrap. I then find that the bottom is open but that you can slide it back in if you’re careful. I think that this is rare and that I have to get it since it’s only a few dollars. I think I don’t have anywhere to play it but that it’s probably a collectible or a good return on investment if I were to sell it. I find a few cassettes? and then walk up to the counter to check out with Julia. The counter seems to stand alone outside in this pretty barren landscape. She looks at the items and says I can just take them because she overcharged me last time. Excited at this, I say thanks and walk off. I get the sense that I’ll be walking home.