dream fragment

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember a lot of fragments of this dream, and mostly the house.

I’m standing outside of a stone house, it’s raining, and the dream looks so detailed. There is a large, picture window in the middle of the house, with one normal sized window on each side. The stone house is on a little road with lots of green over hanging trees on a cobblestone road that is about 50 feet off of the main road- that is also cobblestone.

I’m in England on vacation. I walk in side of the house an greet the person I’m going to be staying with. I guess I rented a apartment instead of a hotel. The person inside is nice, and shows me around the house. He tells me how everything works, and I remember him showing me how the TV worked.

I wanted to try boating in England, so the next thing I knew I was on a lake (it looked a lot like a lake in New Hampshire that I have been to a few times). The lake is extremely crowded with boats, and there are a lot of islands on the lake, too. I remember that my boat is low lying to the water and it could easily sink. I’m going around pretty fast on the lake and then someone yells at me “Watch out!” then they tell me via telepathy that there are some sharp rocks up ahead that are right on the surface of the water. I slow down my boat because now I’m pretty scared of sinking or flipping it.

The funny thing is, right before I went to bed, I was talking to a friend about swimming in lakes and how I would hate swimming in the middle of the lake and looking down. Its just darkness and I would hate to get pulled down or something.

I can see the rocks on the surface. They just look like they are floating right there. I hit a few of them, but manage to keep the boat going and get back to land.


I think about going back to the house, then the next thing I see is that I'm standing outside again. I go inside and I just handout with the person and talk. He mentions something about how "You never should have moved to America". So I spit back "I wasnt the one who moved". I remember that the conversation started over American and its separation from England.

The dream suddenly ends and I go on to another dream (that I cant remember).

Dream - Lucid

I remember something about doing some study, something about lucid dreamers and non-lucid dreamers.

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I was on a school bus, sitting on the left side towards the back. We were going on some band trip. It was nighttime. I remember some guy from elementary school being on the bus. I had had a crush on him or something. We were all talking about how many girls had liked him.

I then remember I was the only one sitting on the bus seat, and I had wanted the guy from elementary school to sit with me. Instead, a girl I knew in very early elementary school came and sat next to me. She asked if she could first, and I said yes. I fell asleep on the bus.

When I woke up, we were at our destination. A band parent was trying to tell us all what to do and where to go. Everyone started to get off the bus. I picked up my bags and left too.

The next thing I remember is sitting at a kitchen table in a house with some of my friends. One girl, someone I knew in high school, Sarah, was sitting next to some guy she was apparently dating. I was sitting next to the guy, putting me at the very end of the large table. We were all laughing and talking. I noticed I was sitting next to a counter that had some spiders on it. Sarah lifted up the guy, who killed the spiders. I looked at the guy, who was still lifted, almost hoisted over Sarah's shoulder. He had a green dinosaur tail and dinosaur legs.

I then remember waking up outside. It was still nighttime. I was behind a white van. I had apparently fallen asleep standing up. Anyway, I started to hear a noise; someone was coming. I ran into the house that we were all staying at, and started to run into the kitchen. I saw someone approaching the door that I had just entered.

I made it into the kitchen, and was with Sarah and another person. A man entered. He was disheveled-looking, with greasy shoulder-length dark hair and some facial hair (he looked very similar to the dog-killing man from another one of my dreams). I was scared; we all stared at him with dropped jaws. He pulled out a gun, and fired it at me. I flinched, and all that happened was I felt a puff of warm air go by my head. Apparently, the gun was out of bullets. He commented on this, and said he'd be back later to have sex with me. Then, he started to steal things around the room, mostly food items; I distinctly remember him taking some boxes of granola bars.

He then left, and I was very upset, scared, and overwhelmed about the situation. I bawled. I saw myself in third person, and I had tears and snot all over my face from all the crying I was doing. I went up to Sarah, who looked the same as I did with the tears and snot, and said
"He almost killed me...he almost killed us!"

I woke up terrified. I was afraid to go back to sleep for a few minutes.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT


Progress

I woke up a few times throughout the night and realized I was dreaming, just barely waking and telling myself I was dreaming, hoping I was still in the dream (seemed about 2 seconds out of the dream), then tried to go back in lucid. Didn’t work that I recall, though I was happy that I was so quickly thinking that thought and focusing on being at the least aware of my dreams, if not lucid.


Restaurant Fragment

I saw a previous employer [who I’d had a blow-up with and left in waking life]. I was at his restaurant, it wasn’t significantly unpleasant that I recall. Was there dark water and the sidewalks were square “docks” that resembled rafts and warehouse pallets or was that another dream? If it was then I’ve dreamed about those docks/sidewalks at least three times.

WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID UNDERLINED IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT

Spoiler for Past Related Dreams and History:

History

A new experience dreaming the other night. It gave me hope even though I woke in fear. It also prompted me to get off my butt and finally join a forum that discusses such things. First, a little history.

In the past I’ve had a reoccurring dream of family members and others trying to kill me. One repeated every year it seemed, starting at the age of about 8 and ending (at least consciously) around 18. In this dream a calm and intense voice announced to me that my family was turning into monsters. I ran from them. My father chased me (the chase scenes varied significantly, thought it seems that they were always outside of my grandmother’s house, where the dream started). Sometimes I got away, sometimes I fell, and there was one time I thought I experienced death before I woke up. The dreams filled me with terror.

Other similar dreams have often occurred, the main theme being that someone is stalking me and I am aware that they wanted to kill me. Sometimes I’d confront them. Most times it would be an endless hiding and running deep fear experience. Sometimes it was a combination of both. I’ve experienced other variations of this type of terror dream, often including sharks (in college), tornadoes, and tidal waves.
Usually when I wake the consuming fear and sadness and loneliness from these dreams is so very present, infusing me to some extent throughout the day no matter how much I process and release it. It can be exhausting. Ok, pretty much done with the history.


Recent History

A couple nights ago a terror dream was different than other experiences. I haven’t been remembering my dreams as often in the recent past (I started to type recent future, lol). I had meditated right before sleeping with binaural audio that also incorporates other meditation-inducing aspects. It was a pretty deep meditation and a lot more emotional pain than usual came up, but I was largely able to hold the discomfort in a larger awareness and release happened as well. I fell asleep.

Nightmare with Lucid Meditation

The terror dream was a series of people trying to kill me. Each chapter seemed to occur in my current home or a similar one.

One instance was a psychological death of sorts, where someone wanted me to admit something I’d done that hurt them but I knew that if they knew it would hurt them more than if I didn’t tell them. I felt ashamed. As they tried to dig it out of me tears ran down my face and I avoided looking into their eyes. I think I explained to them at one point that I couldn’t tell them or they would be more hurt. I was conflicted and I’m not sure I held my ground (I think the dream changed at that point).

The dream continued, one person trying to kill me, the dream morphing, then another person trying to kill me, and so on. They were sneaky, some trying to lull me into feeling comfortable with them. It didn’t work. I knew. I resisted. After a few chapters in the dream, I became aware that I was dreaming. In this lucid state I tried different tactics.

1. Dream Control

I tried what I now know to be called dream control. Tried to turn my stalker away, tried to make them friendly, tried to make it not be about being stalked. That wasn’t as “successful” as the tactic has been in other lucid dreams I've had.

2. Wake

I tried to wake myself. In the dream I had access to my real memories: I recalled that I’d woken myself from a nightmare as a young child, maybe 5 years old, after frantically trying to wake in the dream and having no success. This is how I remember it. I became aware of my physical body in my bed. I tried to open my eyes. Felt my eyebrows raising, my lids stretching, but they stayed together. I tried to move my arms. They were heavy, they wouldn’t move. Then my shoulders responded. Finally my arms moved. I reached up and opened my eyes with my hands and woke like that…my fingers on my eyelids, having pulled them apart manually.

Remembering the success of this childhood experience, I attempted this tactic in my dream last night while lucid. It failed. Throughout using these wake-myself-up-please tactics,

I would think I had awakened only to find out I was still in the dream. I became identified with the dream and then lucid and aware I was dreaming (usually because I had a new stalker or less often because something else wouldn't be the same as in my home) again over and over after each failed attempt.

First I tried to wake myself by simply willing it, then throwing a large amount of the energy of my desire to wake into it.

Then I tried to feel my body in my bed, to establish a connection like I thought I had in childhood. It seemed that I could feel my body and that I woke. This was the first time I thought I'd woken up but after I “woke” myself I soon discovered I was being stalked again and had not escaped the dream.

Then I tried to not only feel my body but to move my body, however, I found I wasn’t very coordinated and I was flailing. I became afraid of hurting myself or spilling my water on my nightstand, etc.

The cycle of thinking I had awoken and then realizing I was still in the dream (I think called false awakenings?) came full circle at least 3 times, though in my not completely clear recollection it feels like it was more like 4 to 6 times.

3. Lucid Meditation

At one point I tried to meditate in the dream, hold the dream and the fear of the dream in the arms of my awareness so that I wasn’t so self-identified with it and terrified. This was the new accomplishment. A big one. I don’t think it lasted long, maybe a couple minutes.

I’ve been in different meditative states in many dreams, but this one was intentionally, lucidly, induced. Even though it was a meditation initially infused with the desire to escape from the emotions, I'm still goanna break out with a yay! I came to a place where I wasn’t hiding or trying to wake up. I was confronting in an accepting way while still trying to protect myself.

The meditation did not relieve the fear but I felt more me, more whole. At first the fear was very present and perhaps more so. It seems that the fear ebbed to some degree after a time. I remember looking down on my body during the meditation. The dream also may have gone to black and white during the meditation and got a static quality to it, like white noise. I don't remember ever dreaming in black and white, though now that I look back I don't recall any color in the dream at any point. I am skeptical of it not being in color, however, because now it is days since the dream occurred and I only remember snippets. After the short meditation is when I fuzzily think I woke.

I don't remember the sequence of the following parts of the dream. I'm about 90% sure I wasn’t lucid at the time:

I felt physical pain when one stalker was biting my lips. The physical pain felt so…well…physical. It hurt in a sharp way, just as if my dream body was a physical one. That realization is unsettling and also wondrous. Now I realize that both of the times I have been aware of physical pain in dreams was when I was being bitten. Both dreams were at some point lucid dreams, but not lucid at the time that I was being bitten. The other time was a dog biting my fingertips. Now I’m interested in this…why biting? Perhaps this similarity is connected to a pattern, perhaps not. Worth keeping an eye on it and a thought hanging around.

I tried to manipulate the people out of trying to kill me. I plotted quickly as they advanced. One of the people I offered myself to sexually to try to avoid being killed, to distract him. It worked. It was boring and rather ineffectual sex and I ended up feeling frustrated because I wanted more pleasure, even though I was creeped out and scared.

Well, that was long. I doubt I'll want to use the energy to write so much in the future (or try to refine the clarity of my writing so much, gah), but this dream absolutely fascinated me and I felt reconnected to past dreaming experiences after dry spells and inattention. It woke the inspiration.

I think a big part of why it waned was nobody I shared these types of dreams with had similar experiences or seemed to want to dive in. But after reading some of the forum, wow, some of you not only have had similar but extensive experiences. Thanks for reading, I'm interested in learning from others on this site if you want to respond! That said, I also have a very skeptical side and enjoy critical and insightful discussion, though it is tempered by many other sides.

1. I'm running away from a castle, and try to trip up my pursuers by using magic to do things like switch the outfits of two competing factions of guards. I think I ran into Legolas at some point.

2. I'm trying to escape from a school building by crawling through air vents and windows. Somewhere in the surrounding town, I meet a version of myself with magic powers in a dark tunnel full of fake roses.

3. Autocunnilingus?

4. Running away from a former classmate who's trying to force himself on me. I throw a basketball cage at him.

5. Playing on a tree-swing. I watch an owl in the branch above me catch and start eating a duck.

6. I'm in a room full of drawers of stuff. I decide for some reason that I must be dreaming, and do the nose-pinch-breath-test to check. Of course, once I realize I'm dreaming, things get all vague and unstable, so I start touching everything - books with embossed covers, polished rocks, a stone knife (which I cut my thumb on and had to go find a band-aid). I think I got so obsessed with touching objects that I forgot it was a dream again. -_-'

Well they say there's a first for everything, and last night I actually achieved lucidity before 4AM (which is unheard of in my case). My memory was rather vague upon waking. I recall it being longer than my average lucid, but I only remember it from a certain point onwards.

Anyway:

Lucid = orange

It's day time, and I'm walking past the Westlands Airfield bit (it would be classed as an alley-way if there were buildings either side of me, instead of fencing). When I emerge, there's no cars. I'm standing on the road with the intentions of fulfilling one of my goals, which is to find a computer and use it to tap into my memories, and I knew there would be one at my house, which I wasn't too far from. (I read somewhere here that somebody had been able to do that via google in a lucid).
To get there quicker/more chance of staying lucid, I call for my dream guide. I then see a heavily armoured DC with a single horn on his head, coming towards me in the distance. Again, it was a completely different person, and the fact he looked awesome was almost too good to be true. I approached him and asked if he was my dream guide. He nodded, and then corresponded to my wishes before, turning himself into an armoured rhino with me riding on top, taking me to my house.
I don't remember how long I had been lucid at this point, but I do remember thinking before/after calling for my guide that this lucid had lasted considerably longer than usual, and I was having absolutely no difficulty seeing, talking, or anything, like I sometimes do - everything was perfectly clear.
When we arrive at my home I thank him, and then ask if there's any way he could bestow better memory upon me, so that I could record all of my lucid upon waking. He said he couldn't do this, and instead left me a parting gift: A duplicate of my bike with a few extra lights on the front, which were extremely powerful. I can't remember the reason why he did this, but it obviously had some use to me.
He then dissipated before my eyes, leaving me standing on my own with 2 bikes.

I thought I had woken up at this point, somehow going into a dream state on my way home (and sleepwalking). It seemed kind of strange, that concept I mean, and I decided to do a reality check just to make sure. I held my nose shut, and found I could still breathe through it. For some annoying reason, I took this as a sign that I was awake and didn't register the fact I had just succeeded with a reality check. I also thought that this extra bike was some miracle, as a dream remnant had stayed with me, even upon 'waking', although I was worried about how I would explain this phenomenon to my parents, and that they would think I had stolen it or something.
I then proceeded to put both in the garage. For a second I hesitated and figured I should dump the other bike off somewhere else to avoid suspicion, but then I dismissed that and just put them both in. I then hear motorbikes and see Mike & Wilson coming down the drive. It's night time now and I want to get some work done before I go to bed, so I have to tell them to come back another day.

Note: The next bits are fragments from before I was lucid, still in the same dream, I think.

I'm at school in the upper school hall and some guy is starting on me for no reason. I confront him fully, but he just hits me a few times. I don't give a damn as it doesn't hurt and continue to tell him how pathetic he is for doing this, since I've done NOTHING to him.

I'm running out of the upper school hall, not out of fear, but because I want to do something elsewhere. I'm kind of paranoid that people will mistake that for me running away from him, however.

I've got some long nose thing which I'm gonna use to take the piss outta this guy who started on me. Then some of his cronies (they're quite big) are about to come out the door, so I need to find a place to hide. My friend Niall is just about to go into the toilet at this point, so I figure that's the best place to go. However, the cronies try to get in (unaware that I'm there) so I quickly lock the door and hide in the disabled bit at the back of the room, hoping that Niall will then make an exit and they won't know the difference.

I'm on my bike about to leave the premises and go home. I need to go uphill though some people. They're kicking a ball around and it flies past me. I stop and try to kick it back but it goes the wrong way.

This next bit is from my last dream, some hours later:

I'm in some random place with a large group of people. We're hunting a type of something (I think), or just trying to defend ourselves from an attack. We all have guns. People in the group keep getting attacked by ravenous wolves, losing limbs as a result. It almost happens to me at one point; I'm out of ammo and one is charging towards me, about to strike. Somebody yells ''Kick it in the face as hard as you can, you've got nothing to lose!'' so I try. I can't move, I think I'm done for. Then somebody jumps in front of me and takes the hit, losing his leg.

Later on the group gather up. I ask if anybody has any ammo, and somebody hands me more than 2 times the amount I need. I'm seriously grateful and load my gun, putting the rest of it into the bag. My friend Ash then says ''Well, I'm gonna stick with you then!''

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

1st Dream:

I'm in Bad Company 2 again, on Isla Innocents at the first base.

I'm on the ground in my transport helicopter waiting for a gunner to come into it and help me. Someone finally came into it and I took off. It was a girl wearing pink. I remember thinking that she isnt that hot- but she will do. We move towards the first base and I get read for her to start shooting out my right side. When we actually get to the Island, I realize that there are no enemies. In order to blow up the base, I have to untie her shoe. I start to untie it and gunfire starts to hit the side of the heilo.

Alarm clock goes off and I wake up. Pretty weird dream.

2nd Dream:

This dream skips around a lot- but I will try to keep up with it.

I'm in the city (I dont really know what city, I've never been here IRL). It's night time, and I'm with my friend Stephen in a parking lot, along with my Spanish teacher from school. We are looking for a place to park are car without having it get broken into. The parking lot is small, I would say about 30 cars are in it. It is elevated above the main street to the left, and has trees on the left side of the parking lot (but I can see buildings just a few feet farther than the tree's. Mr. Teacher says that people could easily break in from here so we should find another place to park it.

We are driving down the road looking for places, still. We decided that we should bring it to a place where you have to pay $10 for parking. People who want stereos wont pay $10 to get into that area. We find a parking lot for a video theater, but Mr. Teacher says that people would pay $10 for stereos because they could sell them for more than $10 and make the money back.

We end up in some underground place that looks almost like a subway station. There is a place on the right that I think would be a good place to park the car, but once again the idea gets shot down. There are some futuristic looking doors on the left that open by moving into the wall. Everything in this place is white, and the doors are a light blue color. It is kind of crowded, also.

3rd Dream:

I'm playing some kind of weird video game. I am in third person view while in a tank. Everything looks pixelated and fake. I press a button somewhere inside of the tank and it lifts off of the ground and starts to fly. My friend max says "whoa, you cant do that in real life". I continue to fly, and start to fly forward. I can see I am flying over other tanks that are hard green colored (compared to my light green colored tank). I see a red tank, so I set my tank down and start to fire at its back. It turns towards me and I start to circle around the tank while flying and shooting at it. It hits me once more and my tank blows up.

This dream that I faintly remember took place in a third-person view. It was a bunch of people inside a tomb that had no entrance or exit except through a portal in a pit. The room itself was a basic square with a pit in the center that had sand in it. The pit had a floor of sand and apparently housed some coffins of famous heroes. Surrounding the pit perimeter on the second level, there were four statues placed at each corner that resembled the grim reaper and a small rail to prevent people from falling in. On the second floor, the walls each had iron doors leading to rooms that resembled some sort of prison cell. If you opened one, a bunch of demons would come out and try to kill you. So as these people opened each door to find the key to open the portal, demons poured out each and every one. A few got injured, but not severely. It wasn't until they finally opened the last door and found the key that some demons materialized at the four statues and looked exactly like the grim reaper. The portal instantly opened and the people rushed towards the portal, all while the reapers started swinging their scythes and flying at them. They all escaped, but the room almost stayed exactly the same. The bright orange lights that once lit the room now changed into a bluish color and the tombs developed vines all over the place. The sand had also turned to grass and a large natural door appeared at one of the walls in the pit. I say "natural" because it looked like a cavern entrance made from the erosion from water.

I suppose attempting to "de-stress" myself has worked a little. xD
I know for certain though I had another dream after this, it's just that I can't seem to remember. :/
Well! I gotta say, I'm looking forward to the weekend!

I was a new super hero. Young, relative to the older heroes. Someone evil was standing high on the ruins of the Eiffel Tower (how I got to France, I don't know) when I flew up there she was not alone, a lot of other super villains were there too. It seems we were to have an all out brawl. I defeated Magneto by making an electro-magnetic field around him which he couldn't break. I defeated Juggernaught with a wicked elbow to his plated head, leaving a dent.

I don't remember much else, but there was a whole epic before the Eiffel Tower, that may have even been Lucid at the time. Something about hiding and collecting resources. Maybe it was post-apocalyptic. I'm not sure.

This is my second actual recorded dream. It's already more detailed than my previous one, thanks to some help from some dream recall topics in the forums.

I was in a small theater watching a play of some sort, and then a scene came up I was supposed to play. I got up, and got in costume (a suit jacket and hat) and began to dance around with the other actors. It was directed by my high school technical theater teacher, Ms. C. The actors were supposed to sing, but no one knew the lines, so we just kind of hummed along with the music, guessing where we could. When the scene ended, there was applause, and the room got bigger and a movie started.

When it finished, I left, got in my car, and began to drive. I wasn't going anywhere in particular, but when I tried to turn around, I accidentally turned into the courtyard of some fancy building, and couldn't get out. I drove around for a bit and couldn't find a way out still, so I got out of my car and tried to get out using the escalators. When I got back to my car, it had turned into a briefcase, and I carried it up one of the escalators. I don't remember anything else.

I think it might also be noteworthy that I woke up quite a few times this night. I think I may have already done some lucid things but couldn't hold on to them or at least remember them. That first one's the more likely of the two options. It's more likely that I was just waking up for no reason though.

I meant to post this one the previous day, but I got distracted by some miscellaneous chore and forgot. Here it is now.

I was driving around my childhood neighborhood or a similar one, burning time. I think there were two other people in the back seat of the car. I vaguely recall wanting to buy or find something. As I looked around, I saw something interesting in someone's yard (it was in an area similar to the front lawn of my old house) and I went to check it out. As I continued looking, I noticed a spiderweb, and then more webs began appearing. There were some spiders of varying sizes at this point, most smaller than a standard index card, but there was one in the middle about the size of my foot. Then something changed it it became Super Mario-esque.

It's a little vague, but I'm literally just now starting to record my dreams. Hope this works!

- Souls or spirits coming to me for help or helping me, and/or trying to take advantage of me or invade me

- Terror, anxiety, and/or rushing

- Tidal waves and tornadoes

- Being stalked with murderous intent

- People and animals from my past

- Spiritual bliss / channeling / meditating / healing / overwhelming beauty and a feeling of my heart opening

-Extraordinarily (somewhat glowing) vibrant colors, especially in nature and spiritual symbols (usually when experiencing that blissful feeling, sometimes when interacting with souls or spirits)

I imagine these will change since I haven’t kept records of a lot of my dreams and these are somewhat based on the dreams that were significant enough to me to remember.

(And hi everyone, I'm new here.)

Dream - Lucid - AP

The first dream I had, I'm almost positive I was lucid, but all I remember about it is being in a forest. As soon as I woke up from it, the details were gone.

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I was with Kacey. I remember being at work at first, and then we were at some marine biology school. That's where she was studying. I went to sit in on one of her classes. My data analysis teacher, Dr. D, was teaching. I thought that was cool that she taught biology and statistics.

I sat down at a desk, and pulled out a bowl of oatmeal. I was eating the oatmeal throughout the class. Dr. D taught and showed us some film clips of marine life. When she showed us the clips, she turned the lights off.

When the class was over, she turned the lights back on. I got up out of my desk, and looked in front of it. There was a huge pile of oatmeal spilled there. And I mean HUGE, there is no way anyone could eat that much oatmeal in one sitting. I commented on it to Kacey, saying that I guess I spilled some. She said
"Yeah, that's why someone asked what that sound was." Apparently, it made a weird noise when it spilled.
I cleaned up the oatmeal, scooping it into a plastic shopping bag. I put the bag in a suitcase, which was lined with plastic. I bundled up the plastic, and threw everything away. I looked back in my suitcase, and the oatmeal was still there. I threw it away.

Then, I remember some guy coming up to talk to me. He looked about 30-35 or so. He was blonde with a mustache, and had a high-pitched voice. He asked if I remembered him, and started talking to me about my dad, and how he had been one of his patients. He said his voice was so high because he had "X syndrome" (fragile X syndrome in waking life). He walked away. I could not for the life of me remember who he was.

I went outside, and the guy was out there smoking a cigarette. Kacey had said something to me about me needing to avoid him or something. He started talking in his high-pitched voice again.

~

I was with some friends, some people that I'm not close with in waking life. We were all apparently close friends though. It was a group of about 5 or 6 of us. We were at a restaurant, Cracker Barrel maybe.

Then, I remember starting to go back in time. I started to experience an alternate past. I was with the same group of friends, and we were at a gay club. It was an actual gay club we have close to town in waking life, but this one was in a different town. I thought about that for a second. It was dark in the room, definitely a club setting. We were all laughing and having a great time. The time setting was either right at the end of or the end of high school. We were sitting at a table with a bench waiting for the drag show to start. I remember a little bit of the drag show. It was kind of movie-esque. I remember thinking to myself at some point
"If I would have done this, I wouldn't be the same person I am now."

Then, I remember it being stormy. It wasn't nighttime anymore. We were in some other building now, and were being herded into a hallway with lots of windows because there was a tornado warning. My old 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. B, was directing us where to go. I remembered seeing other people go into these interior rooms with no windows. I was baffled: Why would my teacher bring us into this room? There were windows everywhere. You could see how dark the sky looked out the windows.

I decided to say something. I asked Mrs. B why we were out in this room when there were so many windows. She said we had to be there. I started to argue with her, yelling about how stupid and unsafe this was. She yelled back. I think there was some physical fighting involved. I knew I was getting in trouble, but I didn't care. I was pissed.

Then, I remember being in a bus, driving away from the area. The sky looked clear, but then I saw a tornado form. It was a smaller tornado, but I saw it pick up a barn. It wasn't too far behind us. I "remembered" when this had happened in my "real life".

~

I was in my room with Ryan. He had apparently moved into my family's house with me. I thought about how awkward that would be, with him staying in my room and my family being there. He came into the room wearing this dark blue button-up shirt with a light blue shirt underneath. His pants were blue plaid pajama pants. We were apparently going out to eat or something, and I didn't have the heart to tell him that his outfit looked bad. He said he really liked that shirt. I thought it looked like a girl's shirt.

I remember there being some big, black grill-type thing in the middle of the room. It was more like a box, that when you opened it, it started to get hot. You could see the hot, glowing metal. You closed it when you wanted it to shut off. I opened it, and there was some wolf in there, but it wasn't a real wolf. It bit my hand and I laughed, because it didn't bite it hard. Apparently the wolf-but-not-wolf was my friend.

I then remember something about my cat, Belle, being caught in there and needing to be let out. I remember seeing her running around my room.

Then, I saw that Ryan had cleavage. It wasn't weird until I woke up.

Lucid = orange

I'm with my friend Sam Harris and one of his friends. His friend wants to take a bus into town but doesn't know how much it costs, so I explain it to him. I then go with Sam to the ticket booth, and the other guy mishes off as he wants to do something before he goes, entrusting getting the ticket with us. Once that's done, we go our separate ways.

Next I'm in a building nearby (I think) with somebody else, in a place which reminds me of a part of college. This guy takes a small girl and drowns her head-first in a sink full of water or something. He's laughing while he does this. Then we hear a loud bellow and somebody is chasing after us (probably her father). The guy disappears and I'm left with the blame, even thinking I had some part in it, racing down the staircase and out of the building as fast as I can, with this frenzied man chasing after me. As soon as I get out, I spot a car, and figure that's the ideal place to hide. I go round the back of it and squeeze underneath, bringing in all my limbs so that he won't see me. It's a success, and he goes past.
Note: I never actually saw this guy, only heard.
The next thing that happened I don't really understand. I became lucid, but at the same time I didn't, I just became in control. I underwent some sort of transition in which the dream became clearer and colours were more vibrant, like something being wiped across my vision, but I already knew I was dreaming before that to an extent, just not fully.
At this point I almost woke up, but managed to keep myself within the dream. I'm now in lying on my back in the car, on my own, being transported somewhere. The scenery outside of the car was strange, similar to what you'd expect to see while travelling through some kind of wormhole (or something of that nature).
Because of what had just happened, I remembered I needed to deepen my state if I was to get anywhere, and proceeded to rub my hands together and note how it felt. Then the dream faded out to black, leaving only a small part of what I had just been seeing, and I could feel myself back in bed. I could still feel my dream hands rubbing together though, so I concentrated on that entirely and managed to bring the scene back to life in its fullness.
The scene then changes to a vastly populated area that looked like some kind of city square.
Note: This is the first time I've seen SO MANY people in a lucid. Usually I see none/a few.
I'm in the 3rd person, with no control over what's happening, being told that I've been sent as a detective to solve the murder of this girl and bring the criminal(s) to justice. Then it zooms back into my body and control is restored. I think to myself ''Well, that's not going to work, since it was me and that other guy.'' and dismiss it entirely, eager to get on with my lucid goals. The first thing I do is recognise that I'm having trouble staying lucid this time, and call for my dream guide. I then waste no time in exploring what's around me. There's a guy in front of me. I ask him if he knows anyone, but he just gives me the 'wtf' look, so I turn around and spot a bench. I bend down and look at it closely, examining fine details, all the while rubbing my hands together and noting how it feels. I also take some time to touch up the bench a bit.
I then hear somebody crying out trying to get my attention. It's a half laugh-half yell kind of thing and then from the right side of me somebody jumps on my shoulders, nearly throwing me back into wakefulness. I manage to hold on, however, and bring myself to, (AGAIN ) and this guy is sitting in front of me on the bench, and sounds very proud of me. I assumed this was my dream guide, although he looked completely different to who I saw last time. I ignored this change and asked him how to get more lucid, since I was experiencing quite a bit of difficulty this time round. He told me ''Right now, you're gonna eat something.'' I turned to the left and spotted an ice-cream stand and ask him if that'll work. He dismissed that idea and told me to find a ''potato chip'' instead, then ran off. Leaving me clueless of where to find one.

After analysing this after waking, I'm now sure this guy wasn't a dream guide. It's quite possible it was the guy who murdered that girl, hence his initial attitude (the loud and proud type. Since we had evaded any form of justice, that makes sense.) and why everything he did only threw me off course.

I'm in school and a fire drill occurs. We're not meant to take our bags but just leave everything but I take my bag anyway.

I'm on my bike going home. It's night time. For some reason I throw my top layers off and they land in the distance on the road. I then stop to pick them up again.

I'm in school standing outside the lower school building. I'm with somebody. It's like the first day back or something. There's a long line of older students at the top of the playground and they're slagging off some girl. Then the bell goes and classes begin. Me and the person I'm with head off to Maths, but for some reason I'm held up and end up arriving 5-10 mins late. Mr Gillingham is my teacher again (he left in like year 9 or something). I walk in and ask him where I should sit and he indicates to an empty space a few steps away at the front. However, there isn't a chair there, so I have to go elsewhere. When I find one, I'm sitting between 2 girls, one of which being Holly; somebody who I haven't seen since I left Gillingham in year 5. We're assigned to do some questions in our books. It gets too hot after a while so I strip off my trousers. The chair has disappeared, too, so I'm now sitting on the floor half naked. I don't really mind, strangely. I just block out the fact other people can see me and continue doing what I was doing. I then realise my book only has 2 pages left.