memorable

I'm sitting in a bus, looking at my cellphone, which in this dream is an old flippidy-floppedy silver model. The windows are pitch black and the bus is only lit up by the long orange-yellow lamps. The cellphone shows a message I had written to Cecilie a day ago in the dream, which asks her if she would like to go out with me this weekend. I'm about to write something to discard or excuse my message, when someone on the seat on the opposite side of the bus to my left says:
"I would love to go out with you this weekend," and there sits Cecilie in all her blonde glory, almost like she was illuminated by some holy light. Her voice made me feel relieved and ecstatic. She was beautiful, but she looked.. older.
"Where would you like to take me?" she asks and moves onto the seat next to me. The more I looked at her face, the less attractive she was. For each time I looked at her face, it looked more worn and old, yet in very subtle steps. Imagine a meth addict whose skin gradually turns ugly. She ended up looking like a different person, and I'm not sure, but I think her blonde hair got a few shades closer to light brown.
"I'm not sure. Any suggestions?" I reply.
"We'll find out," she ensures. We spend the rest of the dream browsing images on my cellphone.

Side note: I did once ask this if she was doing anything in the following weekend. She was busy but I backed down when she couldn't understand I wanted to ask her out. Looking back at how she had treated me even before I tried to ask her out (and even worse after), although I didn't realize it at the time, I think it was a good idea not to pull through.

2007

1. I am in a park bordered with wire fences. A lot of zombies are chasing me. I try to climb over the high fence but I cannot. Instead, I become lucid and fly over.

2. I am running through Zombie Island and encounter a political dispute involving the Mayor and the ethics of "containing passive zombies" as a DC's picket sign read. Apparently there are two types. I come across a passive zombie who behaves like a vampire. I am lucid and we are chased by the Dream Police from my previous dreams. The passive zombie offers me a ride in his car. An active zombie flings the door open and bites me as we are driving. The Dream Police are attacked by zombies and killed. They never appeared in my dreams again. However, the zombies are still chasing the DC and I, and my leg has become bloated and swollen. I feel the disease race up my body. I crawl to a tunnel so that the dream scene changes. I try to force myself to wake up.

3. I am in a store. I become lucid and fly so I can visit the zombies again.

During day: 5xRCs including DS review

Dream recall technique: none used, remembered 2 dreams

Total sleep time: 7+hrs

After being too lazy or tired in the last few days, I decided it's time to try to WILD again. Set the alarm clock to wake me 5hrs after going to bed, woke up, stayed awake for a few mins (I avoid waking myself too much because I really cannot fall asleep afterwards), then went back to bed, repeating a mantra. I fell asleep.

Dream1: I am in someplace which is my dream home and I am going to bed trying to WILD, blankets all around me, mobile phones, watches showing the time. Then I wake up in the dream, I am in the car with my dad who is driving me somewhere. How strange I think, I really can't remember what I did or where I have been before that. I look at a watch and it's five hours later than when I went to bed in the dream. “It’s like I have lost five hours of my life”, I am thinking to myself.

My parents are cooking dinner in an unknown building in our old neighbourhood. I want to WILD and initially lay my blankets on the roof of a building, trying to relax there. Somehow I am teleported where my parents are and they make a lot of noise so I can't fall asleep. We watch a large part of something, the size of window, fly off and crash on our neighbors’ roof. It is my fault [of course!] because I have forgotten to close the windows so the wind blew that part away. I remember in the dream that I have closed the windows and start telling this to my dad. We go to my parents’ bedroom where the neighbors are also visible and have a look at the windows.

The wind is so strong that I am afraid that everything will start flying off in different directions. I close the windows, but as soon as I do they open again. The frame looks pretty broken. My dad says he will put something on the windows so the windows can't be used again. This saddens me because I won't be able to look at the sunset anymore, so I tell him. I look in the direction of the sunset and a see a larger than usual sun, more yellowish less bright with some details visible. I remember not to stare at it too long because it's bad for the eyes.

A few blocks away I see a huge tornado just starting to form. Oh, no! It's far but it is coming, so I tell my parents we should go somewhere else. Then I start wasting time, trying to grab my blanket, looking around for other stuff. The tornado is getting closer really fast. It has a scary destructive force, I see it passing over and through a row of houses, there are sound and sight of implosions and the houses are completely destroyed. There is very little chance to make it if we stay in the building. Better try to run outside. So I do.

I find myself in another building, facing a boy. I consider this to be a bit strange but go on my way as I see the scary gray mist swirling around. There is an expensive section in this building something like a cafe for special people. Next to it is the exit. I am running from the windows where the tornado is towards the cafe /exit. I rush through the cafe shouting “Get out, now!” to the woman who works there. There are three very strange looking kids that have been left there by their ultra rich parents. I try to take them with me but they don't react, just stare there with blank faces, so I leave them at the table. One of the employees of the cafe tells me that all is safe outside, so I urge her to look around the corner to confirm. She doesn't want to do that. I do it myself. No swirling or tornado coming yet, so I walk a bit, but as I cross the street I see it is getting nearby, a fast moving mist rather than a tornado, so I launch myself forward, jump some fences and continue running...[end]

I woke up after this, since I had no WILD success again I just decided to sleep some more. I forgot any other dreams. It was time to wake up but I pressed the alarm for one more snooze. 9 mins to go. (By the way I thought I could change the snooze settings but can't figure how to do so). I am not attempting to LD, I really don't care at this point.

Dream2 Snooze DILD: I am in a car parked near my parents' current place, my alarm clocks are all around me again. My teacher is trying to reach me on the phone in the dream. I know that I will soon wake up so I don't bother picking up. I am staring at the sky. Is it a spaceship? A strange object is flying around, it looks like a flying truck, how can that be? My awareness is trying to awake. I follow the flight of this truck until it lands in the yard nearby. At that point I know that I am dreaming! An older DC man is in the truck, he reminds me of some unknown famous actor, also looks angry and menacing. He comes to me looking somewhat aggressive. I am really tired of all the chasing around, so I just intend him to be a nice guy, and to my amazement he decides to take it easy. The car where I am begins sliding down the road, but the yard end/road entrance is too narrow for it to pass. I somehow try to size the car down, it becomes very long and thin and I am amazed at this transformation. I stop the car and go to my room in my parents place.

No idea why I decided to go there. Now, in front of me is a gray cloud forming, starting to look scary. I remember the tornado fear, so this is unpleasant. I am still lucid although getting distracted by the cloud, when I remember not to give in. I try to make the cloud go away. In this case, I am stronger so it cannot do anything and just vanishes.

I somehow start unintentionally creating clouds. Those look like real clouds from far away, different hues and shades on the cloud, partly lit by the sun, etc. I also hear the sound of distant thunder coming from the mini vivid cloud in front of me, I really like that. I am having a moment of great enjoyment creating these clouds making them appear from my hands as if they were a ball of cloud, there is also some dark blue light sparkling. I do this quite a few times until I get exhausted and cannot do it anymore. I am still lucid, but am beginning to lose concentration, so I decide to get out of there and go to the street.

I am on the street. A rather unpleasant looking DC decides he will accompany me to wherever I am going. The only task from my list that I remember to do is to summon a certain DC and ask him a pre-determined question. I start calling out for the DC to appear, nothing. I try again, no result. I ask the ugly DC next to me where is the DC I am trying to summon. Of course, he doesn't know. I don't like that, but I nevertheless decide to ask him the question I had in mind. He answers something nonsensical. I try to have a conversation with him, but I find it hard to hear or understand what he says. We probably exchanged no more than a few sentence and I notice in the dream that I start forgetting what he said. [Very strange, I guess there is place for only one two questions at a time]

I wonder how I am still here on the street for what feels like so long and the dream is still here, I am happy about that. I notice two tall guys with black scarves around their heads walking towards us. I notice how out of order this looks and smile to myself, how easy it is to spot inconsistencies while I am lucid now. I try to stop them maybe talk to them, but they insist on continuing on their way, strong momentum so making them stop is really hard. Still no alarm clock interfering, I expect it to ring any moment. I get distracted thinking and then find myself in darkness, feeling my body. My eyes are still closed and I try to DEILD but no success.

I look at my alarm clock, two minutes to the alarm? I jump out of bed trying to hold on to the dream memory, which today feels very evasive as the dreams begin to erase themselves.

Final remarks: Dream control today was really good, tried out the tips to make the chaser a nice guy, which worked in this LD. I also think that reading posts and this tutorial on dream control http://www.dreamviews.com/wiki/Dream-Control-Tutorial helped!

BG INFO: I was calling the meteorite 'meteor' in my dream, which is incorrect.
Dream Start-
I started off in a school bus, where there appeared to be about five or seven other kids in it. I then saw that the bus had stopped (It was never moving, I think), and I got up and walked towards the front of the bus (Instability). When I reached the front, I looked out the doors, that were opened, and saw two, maybe three people (adults) standing there. The ones I could definitely see were female,but the other one might have been a male. The second women looked as if she was holding an object (Which was invisible, at least, to me) with two hands that looked (and she held it like) a football. She told me something (I don't remember what) and I seemed to react to it by saying, "Give me the meteor", which she then replied, "-I will,... wait." I repeated the sentence to her and she said, "I will, later, though," I nodded and the other women pointed the second bus (I was out of the first somehow) and said, "Look at... he's <fooling around?>", which made the blonde, skinny boy laugh and sit back in his seat, properly. I then started to wake up, still repeating the sentence, "Give me the meteor."
Dream End.
*Instability - When the dreamer (I) "lags" while moving or looking at something. (For example; If I were dreaming of watching someone, and the "screen" or vision "borders" expand or contract, that's instability. Or if I dream I am walking and I constantly "teleport", that's instability, at least I that's what I call it.
I still had that sentence in my head when I woke up, what was that about?

So, the memory starts with me running from someone through a huge mall (it's like an underground passage), but a really vast one. There I find a girl. She's smaller in stature than me, I feel like I've known her my whole life, but I can't remember her face (she probably didn't have it). She was wearing a dress, a black dress I think. Next thing, we're outside and I'm taking her somewhere, while fighting and killing some kind of soldiers. It was then that I realized I was some kind of a god - not the almighty, but a deity, I had powers. Could switch bodies, I knew things others didn't, called the wind, the water etc. Anyways, I was really, really, really taking care of the girl, I carried her over anything she might have problems crossing. Then we were at a lake, there a helicopter appeared and more soldiers, trying to take me down. Realizing they will not stop until they see me dead, and the fact that my powers were going away, I let them shoot me and switched to another body at the last moment. What happens next I see from near. My new body hugs her and says 'we'll take care of you, it's alrite' and then 'it's me ' Then I enter that body (just a perspective change), tell her to move into my old home because it's in the city, and to make a carrier for herself - I didn't have much time left in that world. I hugged her again and kissed her on the forhead. I can't explain how much attraction I STILL, an hour after the dream, feel towards that girl. And I don't even know if it's a man/woman attraction, it's like (this might sound sick but I can't describe it otherwise) love for a sister, a daughter and a wife combined. The feeling is so strong I can't even make out what it is. Yet it's kinda soothing. Then I woke up.

Finally, several weeks ago I had a lucid again, and this time a real lucid.

Don't really know how exactly it started or how I got lucid. So far I know I was in a big shopping center again, it was really high (more than 15m). I was constantly trying to stabilize and managed to do that as well as achieving decent details (though of course I can't properly remember them ). I was running around and there were some people and when I went around the corner I fought an nonexistent foe for fun and tried to use a small shock pulsar. With success! It wasn't the biggest of explosions but it was a ball of detonating light with an radius of roughly 3,5m so that's at least something to start with.

I'm admiring myself and the dress I wear in a huge, full-length mirror. The color of the dress is a deep midnight blue. It's floor-length and rather simple in it's design. My hair is long, below my shoulders and pinned half up. I have no makeup on. For a long time I stare at myself with a small frown on my face. "I'm more comfortable in pants," I say. "I'd probably look better in them too." I hear a short laugh behind me. Louis is watching me. He slowly makes his way to my side and we both look into the mirror, his eyes going to my face and my eyes looking to his. He's smiling. "You look beautiful like this," he says. "It doesn't matter what you wear, pants or a dress, I want you to be comfortable and wear what you please, but you are beautiful." I smile big then, and notice the small fangs in my mouth. I gasp, turning away from our reflections and to him at my side. He is already looking at me. He pulls me to him, an arm around my waist and his other hand behind my head. I place my hands on his chest and bury my face in his neck. "We are the same," he whispers into my hair. He holds me tighter and I sigh happily.

I dreamed that I was awake at night. Perhaps had gone to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water or something. When suddenly I realized there was an intruder in our house: a black man with a flashlight. Interestingly enough even though he did have a flashlight which was on, the lights in the room were also on, so I could clearly see everything (in fact I think that's why my dream mind decided to have the lights on).

(Side note: why was he black? Is my subconscious racist? Did he just happen to be black? Have I been conditioned by society to fear black men more, so that an intruder is more scary if black? I am white btw.)

He was on the younger side of middle aged, looked clean and clean shaven, and made the impression of being smart and surprisingly well off for someone who chose to burgle homes at night. He was wearing a clean sweater that looked good on him. He seemed fit, not athletic, but slim and healthy looking - like he took care of himself.

He was clearly here just looking for valuables: a burglar. He was very surprised to see me. He stopped and stared at me in shock, and said something like "What the heck? This has never happened before." He was clearly unprepared to face an awake inhabitant of the house. He did not seem aggressive, and just seemed to be thinking of what to say and do next.

Meanwhile I was terrified. I realized I expected that he would rape me. Next thing I know I am lying on my back on the floor with my knees up, even though I had been standing a moment ago, and the dream does not even bother to provide a transition. The burglar looks at me clearly confused and disturbed by my actions, as if he wanted to say "What are you doing woman?" He does not appear to have any intensions to rape me. he appears to be a cultured gentleman burglar.

This however does not diminish my fear. Next thing I know I wake up still horrified.

Side note: Why I had this dream: On DV some woman questioned why do rape victims make such a big deal out of it - a statement which kind of shocked me. Then on Facebook a friend of mine posted an interesting article about a professor teaching high school kids how not to rape, an article I read last evening, and someone else also posted a rape related comment because of News of course.

Upon waking part of me wondered whether the reason why I assumed the position was because part of me wanted to be raped in my dream. But no, I don't think so, my reaction was definitely sheer fear not any anticipation. I assumed the position in my dream because of the simple expectations cause effect in dreams.

Reassuringly enough my burglar's personality was such that I believe I was in no danger of actually being raped, even if I had not woken up. He seemed to be evaluating my reaction, and judging me to be a very confusing and ridiculous woman. So it was all in my head. My DC was not actually threatening, despite the potentially dangerous situation. Maybe given his personality I should not have expected him to try to rape me, but rather expected him to invite me to sit down with him at the table and calmly discuss the consequences: whether he could persuade me to please not call the police.

On another note: this was a very vivid dream. I think the vividness was enhanced by and also helped cause the intense emotions.

So, I'm really excited right now, let me lay it out for you, before I do though, I must warn you, it's nothing special.

On Friday, after a couple of nights with little or no sleep, I decided to take some Valium, my partner gets them as a prescription, so I 'nicked' a few of hers - don't tell her - and off to bed I went. I slept like a baby, as you can imagine and I dreamt of an old friend named Clint Diaso , I woke up and attempted to DEILD, but as I lay there I became more and more clear headed and so I got up to try my hand at WBTB. Neither worked.

Now, this is where it gets interesting, I don't know if it was the remnants of the sleeping tablets and I can't for the life of me remember what the dream was about, but what I do remember is at one point, the scene changed, right in front of my very eyes. I didn't need to do a reality check due to the fact that as soon as it happened, I asked myself if this was normal or was it a dream, then BOOM, I became lucid - I think - everything turned super, mega, hyper HD and I remembered the hand rubbing technique, unfortunately I then woke up rubbing my hands together.

Now as you can imagine, this excites me no end, I thought the lucid dream was something that would elude me forever, I'm older than I imagine most on here - maybe not, but the profiles I've read all belong to youngsters - and I always wondered if it's possible to teach an old dog new tricks, if you get my meaning.

So I'm reaching out to you folks for any encouragement and/or advice. Is this something that is normal, has it happened to anyone else, can I count that as a lucid dream, do you think it may have been a result of the valium in my system - no I'm not going to steal all her tablets, lol, she'd kill me - and is it usual to wake up still trying to stabilise your dreams. Any advice and pointers will be greatly received and I thank you all in advance.

Nicho...!

I am by the side of a highway with a group of people my family knows. Everyone here is getting ready to leave to somewhere else. I learn that I might ride with the H___ family but instead I ride with "S" in a blue 2002 Jeep Wrangler.("S" is a friend from High School who is charismatic, and usually the center of attention always making fun of anyone and anything.) "S" drives down a winding road through mountains. The road now traverses along a rocky coast similar to the coastal highway in Southern California. I look at some mansions on the cliffs. "S" looks at the mansions too even though he is driving. "S" drives fast around a curve and almost drives into the ocean. We drive by another curve and this time, "S" drives over the cliff and the Jeep plunges into the ocean. The Jeep slides very fast along the water until we reach San Diego Bay. At this point, the Jeep stops sliding and starts sinking into the water. I kick out the passenger window of the Jeep and try to swim to the surface but the water is impossible to swim through and I sink to the bottom and drown. "S" also drowns.

After I have died, I wash up on a beach in the afterlife. I am also somewhat aware that I am dreaming but I forget I'm dreaming soon.

Here in the Afterlife, there is a 3 story Victorian-style building up several steps from the beach. Me and "S" walk into the building. The building is dark inside. There are lots of symbols on the walls in various places. Everything has some sort of spiritual significance. I become seperated from "S" and I continue walking. I run into my father who tells me that my grandfather (his father) wants me to know not to get into an SUV with "S" (grandfather and "S" don't know each other in RL). I continue walking and run into my ex-girlfriend "A". I learn that "A" died around the same time I did. We both walk together through the building and walk into a room where we find "S" lying on the floor unconscious and bleeding. Me and "A" carry "S" out of the room and ask each other what we thought happened. We carry him down some stairs to the first level of the building. I see a placque on a wall that says "***** *** for OCD --> COD *** ***** **" (**** means I don't remember what word was). It also says that the location were in is Heaven for people with OCD (I have OCD). It also says that people who die and end up in this world who don't have OCD go to Hell.

Around this point, I feel the dream starting to end and remember that I am dreaming. I mentally force the dream to be stronger so I don't wake up.

Me and "A" leave the building and are now at a beach in San Diego, CA, still in the afterlife though. I mentally learn that I will soon be transferred to another world in the Afterlife. I get the feeling that the Afterlife is very chaotic. I see the beach a couple blocks away so me and "A" fly to the beach. I see some hot women on the beach and think about having sex with them, but since having sex usually ends the lucid dream, I decide not to. Me and "A" land on the beach. I leave "A" behind here and fly over the ocean by myself.

While flying over the ocean, the lifeguards (ironic that lifeguards exist in the [I]after[I]life.) tell me to stop flying since there is rule at this beach against flying. A female lifeguard flies after me and catches me. We both land on the beach. This lifeguard is 5"4', skinny, has blonde hair, and is age 19.I am now in trouble and have to stay with the female lifeguard until further notice. At first, I don't like her, but as I stay with her, I find her more attractive and strike up conversation with her. I ask her how she died but she doesn't respond. We both keep walking and meet up with her parents. The 3 of them have to go somewhere so I say goodbye and hug the lifeguard. Her father tells me that if I pursue his daughter, I must love her always. He says their family has gone through a great tragedy. All 3 of them died together a little over a year ago. The 3 of them walk off and I think about whether I should dedicate myself to the lifeguard or find another girl with less baggage. I decide to meet the lifeguard tomorrow to continue our conversation.

For the most part, the dream is over after this point. I get transported to a mall, then to my house where I watch TV. I am watching the news. I turn the TV off and at the exact moment the TV goes off, I wake up.

The clock was 2 am when I decided to go outside and take a run into town, which is about 5-6 miles away in real life. It wasn't dark outside like it usually is after 6pm at this time of the year, instead there was a beautiful summer sunset. When I ran up the hill outside our house I felt light as a feather. The road into town had changed; it was full of tall pinetrees and people drove like crazy because they apparently didn't expect anyone at this time of the day (even though the traffic was higher than it usually is on those roads). I quickly got into Ebeltoft, still light as a feather, and arrived at Jernbanegaden, which is a downhill road with shops and houses on each side. It was different though; it was a lot longer and it looked more big-city and middle-eastern at the same time. Every house and entrance was made of stone and stood up to the road, not leaving much view other than the road and the buildings. As I ran down the road, I basically floated. At this time, the sky was light-blue, cloudy, but a glimpse later, it was pitch black and I was standing at a bar with two girls named Mette and Amalie. There was another girl, but I don't remember who that was. They handed me a plate with food, then placed a sausage on it and told me to eat. I said I was thinking of going into the restaurant owned by one of my mother's mothers instead (she was adopted, has a biological and adoptive mother). They agreed to go with me.

It was dark outside. I was flying low to the ground. Then my girlfriend appeared. I think she wasn't too impressed I could fly.

Part I: The Gifts

I was at my dad's small apartment, laying on my bed for some reason, and my father came in with a huge box, wrapped in plain blue paper. From there, he laid it next to me, saying "Here you go, son. I'm giving you this because I'm proud of ya." and I quickly opened the large present.

Inside was a rather old-looking computer, save for the fact that it was the color purple and had a transparent covering to it. He said it was something called "The Chat Messenger" or something. It did two things that I know of--chat and watch movies. I did the first thing, chatting nonsense with others before turning on the movie.

It was a horror flick, which is how the next part begins.

Part II: The Horrors

I was in this movie for some reason. Much like me real self, I was tall, white and of medium attraction, though I had long blonde hair instead of my short brown hair that I actually have. I was with a group of friends at this vacation spot, each one I didn't recognize very well and all seemed like jerks. It was four guys, including myself, and two girls, one that seemed to have the hots for me. That, or we were just really close friends. We flirted like couples, though passed it off as friendly chit chat. She's the only one I remember interacting with in the dream, a blonde-headed tan girl with big cheeks and a cute face, always wearing a white t-shirt with a rather large bust.

One night, in our hotel room that we all stayed in, I recommended we go try the haunted house across the way, and we looked at it through the window. Lighting and rain poured over it, and nothing else. Skeletons came out of the windows and went back in. It was certainly haunted.

The next morning we went into an elevator, the group of us waiting to get to the haunted house. Through this time, someone was chatting something that I wasn't listening to, arms crossed. My elbow was nudged into one of the blonde chick's breasts, and she looked at me with a sarcastically amused grin, pulling my elbow away and mouthing "Sorry!" so not to interrupt the guy talking. We both seemed rather calm about it, her chuckling a bit afterwards.

We eventually got to the house, stepping inside and going into one of the rooms. It was like an apartment; fair sized and old-looking, clothes and other knick-knacks scattered along the floor. The group was searching around, making jokes about who was the most scared, though out of a closet came a pale-skinned zombie boy dressed like a cowboy, crawling and almost biting on to one of my friends' legs. Someone came up and began smashing his head with his foot, soon the only thing that was left was a battered mesh of red and white. I covered up the body with a chair, though another zombie came in and shot one of my friends, then grabbed another and took them into the floor. One came out of the TV and took another one, and then one grabbed my leg. I didn't feel anything at first, though the longer it went on, the more painful it got. I started screaming, and then I woke up.

Notes:

My dad would never be this nice.
The pain on my leg was quite intense and felt very real.
Apart from the pain, I wasn't very scared at all.

Interpretation:

I'm scared of people, or something.

I'm in Grandma's kitchen and looking out the window at the night sky. After a few minutes, the sky starts spinning and changing. When it stops, I'm amazed at the sight. The sky is brighter and more colorful. It reminds me of the Northern Lights, but a million times better. I run to grab my phone so that I can take a picture. I'm about to take a picture when a massive, rainbow marbled planet appears. It's beautiful. I snap a picture. Suddenly, I'm transported to a desolate place, like ruins in a desert. I get a bad feeling and I know something terrible has happened. Then out of nowhere, an army of faceless soldiers march toward me.

Dream Fragment: A school councilor is telling me that keeping a container of onions is good and will wake me up. A small container of onions appears and starts singing, "I'm full of onions, please keep me near. I bet you won't let me kick you in the rear."

2007-2010

1. The Lake of the previous dreams has become a huge wetland, and has now become dissociated from my house, but rather near Zombie Island. I am standing in the Marsh with a bunch of people, and swimming in a whirlpool the size of a football field.

2. I am in a swamp that has taken over a neighborhood. I walk around, knowing that I have to get out before the rest of it floods. I lose my shoe, and I go back, delaying me. I then cannot make it in time before the next tidal change.

3. I am back in the location of the first dream. I swim, but this time I discover a beautiful waterfall and cove in the Marsh.

4. We have to jump from a mound of swamp to swim in the Marsh's tide pool.

5. I am in a palace in Etcia (a location in my dream world), overviewing the Marsh in its beautiful entirety. When I awaken, I am happy that the terrifying place of the Lake is now replaced by this intricate swamp that I can visit in my dreams anytime I become lucid.

6. I am playing tag with other small children in the Marsh.

7. I am in the Marsh with others. As the wave of water rushes in, I meet a man or an animal. I cannot remember which. He told me that I was dreaming, and that he was my Dream Guide; an alternate consciousness living within my brain that only appeared in my dreams. He told me that while I was awake he slept and that dreams where his reality. I have not seen him since.

8. EDIT: 4/30/13 The Marsh has recently transformed into the Woodland. Dreams that take place in the classic Marsh will be still be tagged as such. The Marsh was also originally the Lake, but that has since been eradicated. Only one dream from the present has gone back to the original Lake.