non-lucid

I was in some sort of training complex for all sorts of stuff. How to shoot a gun, how to use a sword, how to drive some fancy type of vehicle, etc. It was outside, and extended to a low, gray, brick wall. In the background, people where driving fancy vehicles that looked like a mix between a jeep and a golf cart, and was made for one person. Others were fencing with very nice looking swords, ranging from rapiers to katanas. Some people were kneeling and shooting automatic weapons at bags of flour.

I was in a line to be assigned to one of these activities. People in front of me were being handed guns and swords and whatnot from a military looking man with a clipboard. He was obviously some sort of marshal, though I was not sure that this was a military complex. Worried, I felt around my head, and found with much jolliness that I did not have a buzz cut, and at the moment, that convinced me that I was not actually in the presence of the military.

When I reached the marshal looking fellow, the looked me up and down briefly. His eyes stayed on my left hand for a moment. I looked down at it to notice, for the first time, that I was holding a pair of scissors, with a shiny blades at an angle from the black scissor-handle-doodad. I looked at the man in front of me. He pointed to my right and grunted. He then walked grudgingly elsewhere, as I was the end of the line.

I found a group of six or seven other people, one of them an adult man with black hair and a coat, an instructor of sorts. The other five were the same group of people more or less than my age that seem to follow me around on the weekends. ( :O )

If I remember correctly, there were three men including me (But not the instructor) , and three women, and all of us had scissors with black scissor-handle-doodads, but not all with shiny angled blades.

The instructor instructed us, though I do not remember any specific thing he said. We seemed to be a group of elite scissor ninjas, and proceeded to go through drills such as scissor tai-chi, scissor dueling, and snipping at the necks of training androids with fake flesh. At the end of the training, I twirled the scissors around my index finger, feeling rather pleased with my skills in scissory. Then I woke up, and felt disappointed with the tiny blunt scissors I got in kindergarten.

I was watching curious George. I was George, apparently. Me and my chaperone walked into a bowling alley in what seemed to be some sort of square or park in an urban town.

I was now myself. My chaperone turned into some scruffy convict-looking type wearing black and brown. We were sitting at a table inside of the bowling alley. He was looking at screen, it looked like a GPS on an iPad-like device. I was watching a red pulsing dot on the screen, over his shoulder. It was getting increasingly closer to our location.

"Fuckers' trackin' us," My scruffy companion announced. They're tracking us? Seems more like the other way around.

"Come on, we might be able to delay 'em." He says.

I followed him out the door. It was evening now, and there was a man waiting for us on a long motorbike with some sort of cabin, it was like a cross between a mine cart and a motorcycle. He forced us in, and drove off, with a strange respect for the road laws, even though he looked like a gangster.

"Best paying job yet," The driver commented. "CIA paid me six hundred million to get you guys, eh?"

Half way to my house, I was transitioned to a van with my family in it. We were still going the same way.

One long wait at a light later, we arrived at my house, with a government van behind us. We parked in the driveway, and my eyes rose to the sky, full of stars and still red from sunset. There was something weird about it. There seemed to be a giant planet in it. What planet, I wondered. I examined what I could see out of the windshield. It was earth, I noticed. I could just barely make out Mexico.

I considered Earth for a moment. A bit odd, I thought. Is this a dream? No, it cant be... Oh, wait, except it is! I realized, and with the energy of sudden full lucidity, I burst out of the car door and ran around in my family's yard with my brother and father. I came across a mound of dirt that was not there in waking life, under a fully leafed tree, though it was winter.

"Anchor dream," I cheered. My father snickered at this. I looked around the yard.

I decided to run out into the road and talk to some DCs. It was suddenly morning. I saw several friends from my school roaming the streets. They didn't live here. I met a friend near a tree.

"Hey, guess what?" I said.
"What?"
"I'm in a dream! But not in your head, my own, so it doesn't matter that I'm telling you this!" I laughed.
They rolled their eyes.
"Anchor dream!" I yelled at them. I then ran off down the road.

The dream shifted into me standing in a line of students somewhere in the second level of my school. I was still lucid. I threw the assorted objects I had in my hand aside into assorted machinery, nobody cared but the guy behind me, be cause he was trying to steal some of it. I stood in line for a while until I figured something out.

"Oh wait," I said. "Screw this. Anchor dream." I walked out of the line, around some machinery, and into the next room. A teacher had given me papers as I passed, I threw those aside, too. I scattered all over the left side of the next room, which was only storage. I proceeded.

This room had three teachers trying to stop me inside. They were maneuvering around a pile of boxes.

"Is there somebody you need to see?" One of them asked, still trying to get to me.
"Nope," I pushed past them.

I now came into a similar, but larger room. It had large windows for me to jump through, but before I could reach them I awoke suddenly, too awake to DEILD, but I felt satisfied.

I was at school, and everyone was gathered in the cafeteria. There were criminals holding the school for ransom. It was gloomy outside, dark rainclouds were gathered above the school, but withholding their rain.

At some point a layer of roof slid away, revealing another identical layer, but with a bomb attached to it. Somehow, I went up to the ceiling twenty feet above me to examine it. Nobody cared. It was all black; even the wires. The actual bomb was just a black, rectangular box. I went back down. Still, nobody cared.

One teacher that I vaguely remember seeing ever so often in the hallway approached me. I can't remember anything about them.

He or she said something along the lines of, "Sneak outside, and alert a super-assassin-marine-with-amazing-skills about whats going on. And take these guns." He or she gave me five different types of guns. I noticed in them an SMG and a sniper longer than I was tall, for some reason decorated with desert camouflage. I managed to take them all, and casually went out the cafeteria door, carrying them with me. The marine-soldier-mabob was leaning against the corner of the cafeteria, equally casually. He was also, for some reason, wearing desert camo. I helped him get his gear on, and as I was doing this, I realized with amusement that the sniper was taller than him, too. I wondered why he would need a sniper.

Once we were done with that, he went back in. I took shelter behind a random pile of rubble I found. I saw students and administrators looking through the window at me with confusion. I gestured for them to be quiet. After a while, the door opened, and the criminals, I saw, were put into potato sacks, two to a bag, and had to hop out with the marine thingamadoodad. They still didn't seem to care, and were glad to hop out. Then everybody lived happily ever after, the end.

They're not at the ame time, but not at the same time, either. Also, massive DJ post wave incoming.

Fragment one:

It was daytime, and I seemed to be traveling on a highway, in a car either empty of full of people I didn't recognize. I was in the back. We, or I, was on a highway surrounded by pine trees. The light outside suggested that it was noon, I cant remember whether or not it was cloudy. I, or we, were driving under a suspension bridge, far to big for the highway. I remember thinking, 'I need to remember to have a lucid dream tonight.' My subconscious comes up with the most obnoxious irony.

Fragment two:

I was dreaming that I was in Skyrim, nothing new there. I was in a completely white town, almost at the top of a mountain. If you have seen Skyrim, you could probably imagine what it looks like.

It looked like Dawnstar, but with a different layout. The village was then attacked by the Shatterer form Guild Wars 2 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUVLclPDCBE). Geez, I'm a nerd.

Anyway, I dealt with that, I can't remember many details, but I won.
Then another lame-looking dragon I didn't recognize with grayish skin attacked the just the village chapel, so I went in, and somehow dealt with it. It may have flown off.

Then I walked around the town and did some stuff, talking to people who didn't seem to notice two giant dragons attacking their town. Typical game AI, I suppose.

Lame internet connection + Little recall = (Super-duper) x inactivity regarding (DJn>1n)

Fragment 1:

I was talking with two of my friends from school in no solid setting. Angles were curved, I remember purple smoke, and people did not seem to have bodies. I was explaining to the floating head of a friend who is a massive pony-hater and massive Minecraft-lover that Notch had recently stated that he was a brony.Wait, I thought, it's Sunday, and this is a dream, so it doesn't matter if I tell them. Oh, well, I'll do it anyway. Then everybody attacked me.

Fragment 2:

I was part of the crew of a crashed alien ship. The ship consisted of black hull and glowing green tubes and antennae, composed into a rough tube shape. Me and two other survivors were sitting in a completely black room, which, on any other ship, would have served as a cargo hold, as it was the room that had the ramp outside. No airlock, I thought it was worth noting. The oldest of us was at a completely black counter, making omlettes. The youngest was at a completely black table, doing nothing. I decided to go outside and search for firewood.

There was a cut, and I was a hundred meters up a hill from the crash site. The landscape was mostly flat other than the hill I was on, and the vegetation was only dead-looking, thorny, bush-sized plants. They surrounded the crash site, anything too close to it got incinerated. The sky was limited to a dome around the crater and the plants surrounding it. There was dark blue and stars outside of the dome. I climbed for several seconds, then the dream ended.

Fragment 3:

This was certainly part of an epic full dream. Shame I can't remember it.

I was on an anvil-shaped airship going at unrealistically high speeds with a girl about my age. She was blonde, and her hair was braided into a single tail. She was a wearing black, that seemed to be a theme in my dreams tonight. I didn't recognize her. I was wearing black, too. I also wore aviator goggles. We were either dealing with or being pirates.

We were standing on an outdoors catwalk going in a loop. She acknowledged my presence briefly and then glided off into the globe of grey clouds speedily passing us. My view followed her circling the bottom of the airship. her suit had dark yellow wings under the arms, like those of a flying squirrel. As she flew, she threw away the rapier she previously held and it passed us in a blink. She traded it out with a cutlass take from a copper statue on one of the ends of the ship.

She reached the front of the bottom of the ship and sliced two guards in one swing and flew, cutlass first, into the window. My view transitioned inside of the ship, watching the glass shatter in slow motion. She fell once she was in, and recovered with a roll. Suddenly, I joined her in the room.

In the corner, she picked up some trinkets and put them a bag. She smiled stood up, and we moved out of the window. Mission success, it seems. The dream ended.

Lucid dream, wewt.

I was in a tower that reminded me of a fancy hotel. It fit the image of the inside of most towers; made mostly of stairs. Not spiral staircase, though, surprisingly. The inside of the tower was all beige and lined with crimson, and had occasional windows, allowing much sunlight through. I was at the top of the staircase, battling a man, who looked like he would make a good movie star, seemingly for no reason.

He had some sort of short, metal stick. Whenever I blocked it; I was surprised that the metal was room temperature instead of cold. I found myself jealous of the man, short sticks were really fun to swing around. He wasn't even using it, barely tapping me when he hit me. I had only my hands, and it was difficult to hit him when the surface was not level.

I was driving him down the stairs, though, anyway. He couldn't do much but block with his stick; the stairs wouldn't let him kick and keep balance, but I could. I kept advancing and he had no chance but to move back.

This will make for a neat DJ post, I thought, ignoring my awareness that this was a dream.

We finally hit the level surface at the bottom of the tower, at which point I hooked my elbow around his neck, sidestepped behind his right foot, and twisted my hip. He fell to the floor and could not recover in time to follow me out the door.

I ended up on a bus without much transition in between. I sat in the front, on the left side. I looked out the window. There were many big, white houses, separated from the road by a series hills with hedges on top.
I looked down at the road, not thinking anything in particular.

Then it hit me.
Duh. Dream.

The dream felt like it was destabilizing; but I caught it.

"Anchor dream," I cheered, getting out of my seat and realizing I was now in the back of the bus. "anchor dream, anchor dream, dream anchor, anchor anchor dream anchor dream dream,"
I was now skipping down the aisle.

Before I could reach the door, the bus disintegrated. I hovered parallel to the ground, and decided to go for a walk.

I saw a dream character to my right, in the forest. I still haven't talked to a DC yet. I crossed my fingers as I entered the forest.

As usual where I live, the forest was not at all dense, but sunny, and made completely out of tall pine trees. The forest ground was covered with a thick layer of pine needles.

I got within three meters of the DC and woke up.

Shiver me timbers!
This may be becoming a series. Not as good as the first, but still amazing.


I recommend this song for everybody reading.

Yeah, I bet that scared away most people.
Anyway;


I remember being in my math class. Everyone was standing up and doing some combination of square dancing, a sort of Irish tap dance, and Mexican hat dancing. Everybody had just begun to sing the pirate song; I joined in and picked up easily.

Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

We got us a map (a map!) to lead us to a hidden box,
Thats all locked up with locks (with locks!) and buried deep away.
We'll dig up the box (the box!), we know it's full of precious booty
Burst open the locks, and then we'll say 'HOORAY!'

WEIGH ANCHOR!

At this point, three, including me, broke off into a short shanty, like a rap to accompany the full song.

I'm I pirate, that I be!
I sail a ship upon the sea, dawg,
I stay up late, 'till half past three!
And that be a peg below my knee!

Everyone came back to the full song. Good, I'm not a fan of rap.

Yah - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is all right to be!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

Arr - yarr - ahoy and avast, dig in the dirt and you dig in it fast!
Hang the black flag at the end of the mast! You are a pirate!

We're sailing away (set sail!), adventure waits on every shore!
We set sail and explore (ya-har!) and run and jump all day (Yay!)
We float on our boat (our boat!) until its time to drop the anchor,
Then hang up our coats (aye-aye!) until we sail again!

Yar - har - fiddle-dee-dee, being a pirate is alright with me!
Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free, you are a pirate!
Yar har wind at your back lads, wherever you go!
Blue sky above and blue ocean below, you are a pirate!

Everyone sat down and clapped for each other.

I woke up.

That was brilliant.

I had a lucid last night, it might have ranked among my top ten best lucids. Enjoy. :3

I was in the 8th grade hall of my school, having a conversation with a friend about, ironically, lucid dreaming. The dismissal bell had rung; everybody, in colorful clothes, was heading downstairs via the double staircase and to the door beside of it. My friend departed, and I didn't pay attention to where he was going, but by the looks of it, he was going to fall down the stairs.

I was shortly outside, walking on the path to the bus loop that went along the mostly glass side of the school. Somewhere along the way I met another friend, distinguishable from his ethnicity and his green coat. Also, along the way, I became lucid. I continued walking, to prevent myself from getting too excited.

I marveled at how real everything was, everything was so accurate. I took this path every day for two years, and I'm still walking it this year, but I was still very impressed. Even the ditch that had been recently filled in, only this week, was accurate. The only flaws were a giant dollar weed growing next to the filled in ditch, and the lack of chalk paintings beneath my feat.



I was now on the asphalt road to the bus loop. Garbage trucks and other kinds of large trucks parked here. The light dimmed, mist seeped in around the sides of of the building and the surrounding forest. I just went along with it. My initial lucidity is usually followed by some sort of event that seemed to try to knock me back into non lucidity, usually I give in. Not this time.

"He's coming," I heard somebody whisper. Sound's just about right, it always seems to be a DC trying to confront me.

The basket ball court, a way's away, expanded to the size of a football field, and I was on top of it. The mist turned into a dark gray fog. I saw a dash at the fog's edge, chasing somebody.

It was really fast, like a ninja. According the the blur, the attacker was white with blonde hair, and he throws his arms back and leans forward at he runs.

I run around aimlessly, hoping for a sigh of the dream character. While running, I stuck a hand out and barely caught a pen, being thrown like a knife, from hitting another DC on the field. I smirked and said something incoherent, as it was hard to focus. I hadn't come derailed at all from the dream; concentration was just a little rough. I ran in pursuit of the attacker.

At some point, I stumbled, and as I caught my self from the fall, a rather late idea emerged;

I should stabilize the dream!

(Author's note: If you're one of those people who like music while reading about fights, I'd recommend this.)

"Anchor dream," I managed to blurt out. The dream immediately stabilized by at least five times. It had already been realistic; but it was like I was playing a video game, now I was actually there. I noticed after stabilized that my vision was about to black out before. I suppose I caught my fall more ways than one.

A swift force dropped me to the ground and rolled me over, and the attacker was standing on top of me, a short, pointed stick pulled back in his left hand, and a dragon shaped kazoo held less then a foot from my face in his right.

Perfect.

I moved the kazoo aside with a forearm, feeling it's jagged wooden texture, the feelings of the spikes on the dragon kazoo were that of the dull edge of a wooden cube.

The attacker, no older that thirteen, thrust his stick forward, towards my chest. As I intercepted, I noticed from the feeling of his momentum that he was only applying brute force and no technique other than a few fancy stances. Many principles of waking life combat are not present in lucid dreaming, needless to say. But I could name a few.

The dream character I was fighting was fast, but within limit. I kept his arms away from his center so he lacked protection and so he would take longer to recover. I disarmed him from his stick by drawing a circle with his wrist, and I made it burst into flames by setting my hand on fire. I reached out towards him with my flaming hand and he scampered back ten feet, and I stood up.

The dream transitioned to a bedroom, lit by a window. The ceiling was slanted, it was part of the roof. The boy who attacked me was sitting in a corner for reason, and I made him vanish on a whim. I contemplated on flying through the window, wondering if I would fit. The corners of my vision began fading quickly. My single attempt to re-stabilize the dream failed, and I blacked out into the insides of my eyelids, which I opened. I did a reality check using the digital clock on my dresser. I was awake.

But then I fell asleep again, and I can recall some dream about a squad of seven jet fighters that ended sadly with a nuke and them all being incinerated.

So that was cool.

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

More fragments last night. Sorry about that. But I do have a fun little extra...


Fragment #1:

I had a dream that about three of my middle school friends were in, and we were walking through the sunny and not very dense pine forest outside of my elementary school. One, let's call him Yarblarblar, was yanking on my hair, and it stung a bit.

"Stop that, please," I say. Yarblarblar laughs and continues anyway.

"Stop," I said after a while of him tugging, and more assertive this time. Yarblarblar thinks this is hysterical, but ceases for the time being. I could tell he was going to do it again, though.

I saw a large stick wedged into the ground near a towering pine tree, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waiting for Yarblarblar to resume pulling. Once he did, I pulled the stick out of the ground with my left hand, as though it was a lighter version of the Excaliber. I swung it at his ribcage, and it narrowly passed through his block. It smacked him within three seconds of when I withdrew the stick from the ground. And he hunched over, clutching his rib.

"Owww," He moaned.

"Whoops," I said, sincerely. "Didn't mean to hit that hard, mate. You okay?"


Fragment #2:

I was playing a Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was slaughtering a pack of pigs. I was in a bright green plain surrounded by rainforest. So yeah.



Pirate version:


I had a dream that about three o' me middle school buckos were in, and we were walkin' through t' sunny and not very dense pine forest outside o' me elementary school. One, let's call him Squid-Brained Scallywag, was yankin' on me hair, and it stung a bit.

"Oi, stop that, matey, if ye will," Says I. Squid-Brained Scallywag laughs and continues anyway.

"Avast! Ye should stop now, bucko, if ye know what's good for ye." I said after a while o' him tuggin', and more assertive this time. Squid-Brained Scallywag thinks this be hysterical, but quits for t' time bein'. Avast, I could tell he was goin' t' do it again.

I saw a big arse stick wedged into t' ground near a big arse pine, and I got an idea. I walked slowly, waitin' for Squid-Brained Scallywag t' go back a pullin'. Once he did, I pulled t' stick out o' t' ground with me port hand, like it were a lighter version o' Black beard's cutlass. I swung it at his middle, and it closely sailed through his arms. It smacked the fool in three seconds from o' when I withdrew t' stick from t' ground. And he hunched over, clutchin' his rib.

"Owww," Says he.

"Yarrr," I said, sincerely. "Get yerself out o' t' bung hole, mate. You okay?"

Fragment #2:
I be playing Minecraft 1.8.2 patch, and was escortin' a crew o' pig to Davy Jones' Locker. I was in a bright green flatland surrounded by rainforest. Aye.


Arrr, happy yap like a man o' t' seas day to ye!


EDIT: This managed to take a spot on the Lucid Inquirer, for Dream Journal Weekly! Thanks for choosing it!

No TF2 in this dream fragment, sorry. But there were some amusing things that happened withing the thirty-or-so seconds of the dream, so I'll post it anyway.


I was observing a mostly dark storage room, with dim light glowing into a break in the rectangular crates. In the center of the area was a chair with a man tied to it with rope. There was another man walking slowly beside him, relaxingly pointing a revolver at his chest, and giving him some kind of lecture. The sitting man said something witty, to which the standing man bent over and whispered in his ear.

"Well," He hissed. "How about your wear this bullet... AS A HAT?!"

That's all I remember. Funny.

I was in a sort of laboratory, in a medium size room with a window in the wall for looking upon a similar room. The rooms were made almost entirely out of clean white tile, and were rather empty. I was in a lab coat, standing parallel to the window, and observing the wall on the other side of it with apparent purpose. One or two other lab coated folks were standing beside me, to my right, doing the exact same thing.

Just fragments tonight, but I'll post them anyway.

1st fragment: I was playing a broken Minecraft adventure map, and after reading many complaints on the forums about how the map was poorly drawn and upside down and all that, I played it anyway. I glanced at a yellowed, ink-drawn map with some villages and towns marked as circles at several times throughout the dream. The dream fragment ends when I am sneaking around a dock and examining a boring ship, preparing for a voyage, from around a building.

2nd fragment: I was at an airport parking lot at dawn. I had been in this exact setting before, on vacation. I walked up to the typical reflection of a bored, unenthusiastic, minimum wage, college-aged teenager at a ticket booth. He wore a Lowe's Uniform. I was about to pay a ticket, but then I was shocked into lucidity. It was so ungraceful I almost tipped over.
Sadly, my first thought was how lightly I was sleeping. I could start to feel the pillow under my shoulders. Focus... focus...
My eyes, in waking life, opened. After several attempts to DEILD, I decided I was too awake to fall asleep again.

So I recently caught a sickness over the weekend, and that probably caused a dream that actually made sense AND was fun.


I was at my friend's house, in the back yard, which was a forest of tall pine trees with little sun coming in from the top. The forest floor was completely blanketed with pine needles, and some other foresty things. This area of the neighborhood was a popular place to build tree houses, I could count at least three from the back yard.

We walked around, talking mostly about Minecraft I'd imagine, since we were both addicts. Then My friend paused, and so did I, as a group of knife-wielding people walked into the yard from around the corner of the house. There were about three, walking in a triangle, the one in the center leading them.

"That's John," My friend whispered, referring to the leader.

John approached him and pushed him out of the way, onto the ground. None of the group seemed to acknowledge me. John picked up a bronze horse bust from the ground. "This looks important," He noted, and walked off with it.

The dream transitioned to inside of the house, in a blank hallway with guns laying on the ground. A rifle, sniper, pistol, shotgun, and SMG. We were arming ourselves for a second encounter. My friend took a pistol and SMG, and I took the shotgun and sniper.

We were outside again, and my friend was tweaking around with the SMG.
"Look," He said. "I made it work." I didn't know it was broken, but then I remembered a false memory of it being broke. He shot it into the ground to demonstrate, but it was so inaccurate he had to hold the weapon sideways in order to make it fire in front of him.

I heard voices from the front yard of the house.

"Looks like we're being hunted," my friend said. He moved to to the corner, and gestured for me to follow.

We heard laughter from the other side of the corner.

"Ha, they think we cant see them." John said, moving out from the corner, with a pistol. He now had five people following him. My friend moved out first, targeting some of John's followers, kicking one in the face.

I rolled closer to John.

"Gentlemen," I said, striking the pistol out of his hand as I rose. I primed the shotgun and pointed the barrel at his face.

John smirked. "You wouldn't."
I considered this. I moved the barrel to his shoulder and squeezed the trigger.

Click.

John laughed.
"Crap," I mentioned, and simply hit him over the head with the shotgun, knocking him out. I pushed his body aside before it finished falling. I zigzagged forward, striking somebody who was aiming a pistol at me in a nerve, and then kicked him in the solar plexus, just to be safe.

I was teleported to one of tree houses, which was little more than a platform. I was laying down, aiming with my sniper. My friend had taken down one, and the remaining two were trying to surround him. I sniped one in the thigh, and he tipped over. Knowing I'd soon be noticed by the other, I abandoned by sniper, unclipped my shot gun from my belt. There was a zip line to the tree a few meters to my left. I got a running start and jumped towards the zip line, narrowly catching it. I grabbed both ends of my shotgun and used it to slide down. Halfway to the end, I released my grip, did a flip towards the enemy, twirled, still in the air, and kicked him across the face, propelling him several meters.

I landed on my feet, panting. My stomach muscles tensed. I said something witty, which I forgot, and the dream ended.

So this first part was related to a book a was reading at the time. Just clearing that up.


As we launched into outer space, with a brilliant, glowing blue curve of earth outside one window, claustrophobia engulfed me, I heard the narration say. Stupid telepathic narrator, I thought. Suddenly, the dream skipped, and we were on a collision course with earth, and I was outside of the space ship doing some kind of vital repair, but I lost my tools, so I went back to the ship, but my umbilicus snapped, and I was drifting off toward earth. Before I knew it, I had entered the thermosphere, and was burning up on entrance. Instead of struggling, I knew my momentum was to great to escape, so I accepted my death. It would be short. But as central Africa rushed up towards me, I my dream paused, then I viewed my body in third-person, my space suit was half dissolved and perhaps there mas some burning flesh, but on my vision was a 'Game Over' screen identical to the one in MC.

But no, said the narration. You won't die, because you are in a dream, stupid.

Then I may have woken up, or it may have been a false awakening, it was hard to tell, but I decided to try and pull a DEILD real fast. So I went back to sleep, it was easy, but I held on to one though; 'This is a dream'.

I appeared on the patio of my house, and I was lucid. Hey, I thought. Lucid dream, it's about time. An assassin with some kind of rifle appeared about ten meters to the left of me, but as he took aim, I kicked him from a distance, in the stomach. Then I ran at a very fast rat down my driveway, thinking, Hmm. This probably won't last very long. So I rubbed my hands, all that jazz. But I stopped next to my dad's car, at the sight of an old lady, my instincts said she was important. She was watching me, from the other side of the street. I car passed, and she disappeared the fraction of a second I couldn't see her behind the car, and she reappeared five meters in front of me.

"You shouldn't be able to do that." She rasped, obviously referring to how I air-kicked the assassin. She was wearing a black cloak and scarf. She seemed to have a rash on her face, it was covered in bumps. She had brownish blond hair, and pale blue eyes, that seemed metaphorically dark.

"You shouldn't be able to do that," She said again, slowly moving towards me. I tried to fight, but she blocked all my throws. Not one of the best choices I could have made, I should have just flown away. Or atleast set my hands on fire.

Other people appeared, and circled me, all slowly advancing. "You shouldn't be able to do that," They all said. I got the feeling they wanted me to wake up, or something bad would happen. So as they were almost on top of me, chanting, I woke myself up.

I lay in my bed, first thought being, 'You freaking idiot.'

So this was probably one of my first Lucids, and I've only recently found it again. Here it goes;


I wound up in the middle of my house's backyard, a big open area of grass, hardly any obstacles. Very big, and very flat. It was daytime.

I haven't seen the few trees in this yard so healthy looking for a long time.
I paused, and pondered the maple tree across from me a bit further.

That's because, I thought, it is winter.

So this is a dream, then. Great! I should fly. I've never flown before, I wonder what it will be like.

I remembered the brief spark of lucidity I had about a month ago in one of my dreams. I was indoors and I tried to fly by smashing a hole in the ceiling. I hurt myself so much I woke up with a headache.

So I should be more careful this time.

When I fly, I thought, I will feel the wind brushing against me. I will hear the air resistance. I will see my surroundings as I am above them. I will smell and taste clean air. The climate will be a warm with a breeze. I fully believed myself, then I began focusing less on what I want it to feel like, and more on doing it. I was walking the perimeter of the fence, scanning for an open are to start flying. I found it momentarily. It was a somewhat narrow space between the side of my fence and the side of my white, crumbling shed. Narrow, but all I needed was forward room. I have never flown before, it was just instinct. I ran swiftly forward, arms sharp behind me in a 30 degree angle, as though cutting through air. As I ran I thought;

Gravity does not exist in dreams. Not this one. Not in my dreams. I will not allow physics to restrain me, that would be for fail noobs, and since I'm a pr0 h4x0R I have full control over my dreams, especially with my temporarily acquired cocky gamer attitude. And I will make myself fly.

I said this with full confidence and determination, especially after the last lucid dream. That one with me smashing my skull against the ceiling in attempt to fly. At this, I looked up. No ceiling. Perfect. One thing I might add; while I was thinking, my dream seemed to slow down. When I started focusing on flying, it was at correct speed again. Weird.

I jumped, and I had my first successful flight. Sure enough, I felt what I expected to feel. I flew to the three fourths the height of my pecan tree. I flew above my puny one-floor house, and faced the street. Now I wanted to fly over the street. At the intersection of the street I live on, I saw a large pile of dirt. A random thought came to mind;

It's a good thing I'm laying in bed.

Then the weird parts happen. The dream starts to destabilize, then the pile of dirt started to... talk to me. It communicated using telepathy.

"You are not in bed, child, you are really here. I waking life."

Sleepwalking? Perhaps. Better safe than sorry, I thought. Then I purposefully awakened myself. I lay in bed. About six 'o' clock. No crossroads. That mean pile of dirt lied to me. I facepalmed myself for allowing myself to wake myself up, but I had a joyful feeling nevertheless.