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Dream; Semi-Lucid; Lucid; Memorable; 1-4 My Recollection;

4; I walked through an old Boys and Girls Club lobby. The way was filled with people slightly older than me. I faced one of the people everyone was looking at. He cackled and I drew my wand in defense. Before I knew it I was holding a powerful jet of light at his throat. In a story line he poured a burst of idea. Chakra and peeing... distracted, and before I recovered strength I was surrounding. A moment later I was being stabbed by a group holding shards of purple crystal and laughing.

I had a fun nightmare That I was in a mansion and hen monsters start chasing me I go into a room from the hallway and get trapped in with 3 others from my old high school, the biggest monster comes in and we all point our guns at it, me and another person are told to leave the room and I tell the monster it already has guns pointed at it and me and a girl escape ass we get to the hallway another monster starts chasing us so we run down the circlar hallway and he disappers and I woke up. 5/31 5pm

I was visiting weird planets with Yuya as I often do in a rather deep dream that had been going on for multiple hours.
Then this happened:

There it is, a feeling all too familiar that I have not experienced in a long time.
I am scared... so fucking scared.
Fortunately my body reacts on its own, powering up and thus protecting me from the overwhelming pressure off the aura that has just appeared.
I know this feeling all too well, even though it has been such a long time since I've last experienced it.

This is very unexpected.
I have lately gone out of my way to get into trouble, because there is nothing like the fear you experience during a fight where your opponent is actually strong enough to kill you.
But in such fights, it is more of a mixture of fear and excitement you are experiencing.
The feelings of a true fights are difficult to explain, but there's a very special vibe to them that is oddly fascinating.

But this... this isn't.
There is no excitement, there are no feelings associated to those of a good fight.
This is pure fear.

Usually I gradually power up during fights, trying to find a good balance so that I am on a similar level to my opponent, because that makes things most interesting.
But this time I'm not. My body instinctively powered up all the way.
And I will need every single bit of strength if I want to survive this.

Fucking Templars who hunt me down because the god from their delusions told them so.
If only they weren't so ludicrously strong.
I can't afford anything less than a perfect level of concentration.
The first time I encountered one of them, I had both Yuya and Silver with me and I still came close to dying on multiple occasions.
To top it off I only managed to win the fight by using an ability that I can only use once every few years.
And that was a stray Templar, possibly weaker than the one I'm facing right now.
http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/hyu/...dragons-18805/

The second time I was in a room full of portals, and managed to make a run for it.
This time I won't have a choice. We'll have to fight.
They are so fast that I won't be able to draw my phoenix wings without creating a very short opening, inevitably resulting in my death.
Yes. They are that fast. There is zero room for errors.

"The true lord demands your death Anassasi."
"I couldn't care less about your delusions."
"Oh but you should. Your death is inevitable, regardless of how much you try to resist us."
"The Templars will hunt you for all eternity."

He plays with his staff in a taunting manner.
It's odd. Regardless of how much hate there is during a fight, if both parties have considerable strength, there is always a certain degree of respect. Even if it is only the respect in your opponents strength.
And an element of excitement, because only rarely do you have the opportunity to go all out if you are this strong.
But with Templars there is none of that.
There is only the urge to survive.
And them? I'm not even sure if they have feelings at all besides hatred for certain dreamers.

I know that WakingNomad has encountered them as well. I used to call them Paladins, but after reading that he calls them Templars, the term has somehow emerged into my dreams.

Yuya has casted her water spheres and her aura is clearly on edge. But even like this there is an inexplicable beauty to her aura, even if she is ready to kill.
If only our truly overpowered abilities would work against them.
They are immune to both my dragon eyes and Yuya's water extraction technique.
I'm not sure if they have any water in their bodies.
They have a certain artificial look to them. Maybe it is because they never show any emotions besides hate.

"Today the dragon will die."

I grip my katana tightly. It is fully of energy and vibrates strongly in my hand.
I am perfectly focused on him. I am waiting for the slightest of changes within his aura.
There is is! A small twitch... and he is gone.

He appears right in front of me, but I was perfectly prepared for his blink and am already midway in my own blink, bringing me only slightly out of reach of his staff.
It hurts!
I had forgotten that any proximity to their aura causes a feeling of pressure so strong that you think it could burn off your skin.
But it doesn't feel like the heat of fire, it is what I assume it would feel like if you got an acid burn.

It's go time.
I charge towards the Templar and clash my sword into his staff.
I cannot comprehend how their staffs can deflect such power. It doesn't feel like they charge any energy onto them.
Any material should easily break in such a situation if you don't.
Yuya is throwing her spheres against him, and occasionally casting high pressure water beams into his direction.
But they are simply deflected by his armor in the same manner his staff is deflecting my sword.
It is so frustrating.

My aura is right at the edge of hurting my own body. The vibrations are only barely bearable.
I see the sky red and the clouds burning. My blood is boiling.
In such a state I need to be careful not to accidentally damage my own body.
Yuya is pushed slightly outside of the battle my various pressure attacks.

"Do you know how we kill a dragon?"

A device on his staff activates and my katana is teleported and trapped against it.
He smiles and charges at me with his staff.

"The last Templar who thought so is long dead you fool."

This trick may have worked once, but I'm not falling for it again.
I cast my katana away and re-materialize it in my hand.
He didn't expect this. Maybe I can force a small opening.
I skillfully bring myself into a better position.
Yes! This is perfect, I got him at a dead angle.
I charge all the energy into my sword that I can manage and swing it against the right side of his abdomen as he passes me.
I can feel it clashing against his armor and releasing all of its energy. A perfect hit!

Coldness. Shudder.
I blink instinctively, but slightly too late.
A sharp pain emerges from my left shoulder.
How did he manage to reposition himself like that?
He was to my right and I clearly hit him hard.
How did he manage to cut into my left shoulder?
And why the fuck does his staff have retractable blades?

The situation calms down as we all got some space between us.
Fuck, I have to fight on my own for a split second and I'm already wounded.
I feel blood slowly streaming down my arm.
Usually the dragon aura would naturally take care of it and close the wound, but there's something about a Templars aura that prevents such in-combat healing techniques.
I cast fire onto the skin surrounding the wound and burn it shut.
It hurts, but I have so much adrenaline in my body that it isn't as bad as it sounds.

Then I notice that Yuya is wounded as well, though only superficial.
She has a small cut on her left arm, and she appears to have frozen the wound shut.
This is not going well.

I inspect the Templar in the hopes of spotting some serious damage dealt by my last attack.
There is a dent in his armor.
Are you fucking kidding me? I landed a perfect hit!
I hit him so hard that the changes of air pressure around him caused extensive damage to the ground surrounding us.
But his armor? A fucking dent?
How are we supposed to beat him?

The fight continues, but it quite frankly isn't looking good for us.
He manages to land near-hits on us with nearly every try, whereas all of our attacks bounce off his stupid armor.
If only Silver was here. But he isn't, and he won't come.

I'm starting to become exhausted.
Templars don't seem to suffer from this issue. The longer this fight will drag on the worse our situation will become.

Alright. Time for more risky tactics.
I lower my katana slightly, giving the Templar an opening if he charges me head on.
And sure enough he comes right at me.
Time nearly stops. I see him slowly approaching me during one fast leap.
He's moving so fast that pressure waves are building around his body.

Yuya's aura is clearly alarmed. She is very worried about me... and... so am I.
Was this really a good idea? What was I thinking?
I haven't used this ability in years, I can't even remember it properly.
It's to late to question it now... just go with it.

I slightly lower the dragonic energy in my body. Any hit now and I am most certainly dead.
I shift all the energy into the right side of the blade of my katana.
Then I rapidly focus phoenix energy within my body.

This is a horrible idea. It is so dangerous to do this.
Dragonic energy is demonic in nature, whereas phoenix energy is divine.
Like fire and ice. Matter and Antimatter.
Any mistake will rip my body apart.
I do not have the experience I had a few years ago, and even then, as mad as I was, I respected and feared using both energies at the same time greatly.

My eyes and my dragon tattoo begin to hurt intensely.
They are being attacked my the divine energy.

I increase the phoenix energy until it reaches the same level as the dragon energy.
Then I funnel it into my blade as well, but on the other side.
I now have two independent energy circuits running through my blade and body.
But they draw their power from the same source: my aura.
I need to divide my concentration.
Half of it to make sure I do not kill myelf.
The other half to coordinate my attack.

My katana begins to vibrate heavily.
I turn the dragon energy into heat. A heat greater than that of suns, probably only matched by the pressure within a black hole, something only a dragon can do.
With my phoenix energy I do the exact opposite. Absolue zero. The temperature at which everything stops, an ability exclusive to wielders of divine energy.
Both touch only at the edge of the blade.
This causes the laws of physics to break down.
Such opposing forces cannot occupy the same space, yet they do at the very edge of the blade.
An intense pressure vortex forms around my blade because the air surrounding it no longer has any idea how to act.

I swing my katana at the Templar, who is now only centimeters away from me.
The intense pressure emerging from my sword closes the opening I gave him earlier.
This has to work. This is one of the most powerful techniques I know of, and I am risking my life to perform it.
It is not a dragon ability, nor is it a phoenix ability.
It is my ability. Mine alone. A combination of powers only I could use on the most extreme level.
If this doesn't hurt him nothing will.

As I swing my katana towards him. I no longer manage to contain the force within.
Some energy leaks out, causing intense vortexes around us.
It emits a pure, blinding light.

And then, they finally clash.
My katana and his staff.
The explosion of energy is beyond anything I've ever experienced.
My senses shut down to protect my body from the intensity of the situation.
It is like witnessing the big bang. The emergence of a sheer infinite supply of energy from a tiny point in space.

My senses slowly recover...
The energy in my body is completely unstable. Both the dragonic and phoenix circuits have completely shut down.
As my vision normalizes I can see the disaster I have caused in front of me.
The entire landscape is partially frozen and partially on fire.
A huge crack in the landscape, starting at my feet, reaches kilometers into the distance.
At some points it is multiple meters wide.
And that was caused by nothing but the side effects of my technique.
The energy released by the attack was all directed perfectly towards the Templar, none of it touched my surroundings.

I turn around, still in slow motion.
He must be dead. Please be dead.
As I turn I notice my katana burning in a bright blue flame.
It is vibrating at an immensely high frequency, emitting a very high pitched tone.
No other material would ever have been able to contain the energy needed for this attack.
It was forged using parts of my dragonic and phoenix energy,
designed specifically to be able to hold these forces for short periods of time.

And then I see him, turning around as well.
Our eyes meet.
He is not dead.
And he is angry. Properly mad.
He swings his fully intact staff back into an attack position.
We are so screwed.

But then, a flicker of hope.
The chest plate of his armor shatters and drops to the ground revealing a long cut reaching all the way from his shoulder to his abdomen.
But even though the wound is deep, no blood is coming out of it.
He is clearly wounded though.
But so am I.

My aura took quite a hit. It wasn't him though.
Even though I controlled both energies perfectly I still damaged my aura.
But the damage is low and mostly superficial.
Small arcs of lighting are shooting across my body because of it.
I'm still operating my aura at the absolute maximum. The arcs are caused by energy leaking out of the tiny damaged spots.

But then all the hope I just gathered vanishes.
A second Templar emerges from a portal.
And the first one doesn't even seem to be in that bad of a shape after my attack.
We need to run. We need to run now.
But I don't know how.

Energy emerges from below the ground. Yes! There's still a chance.
During the short downtime Yuya managed to collect a huge concentration of water below the ground and cast her Leviathan.
It bursts out from below the ground and both the Templars disappear within it.
An attack of truly godlike proportions.

But this won't be enough time. It'll buy us maybe a tenth of a second, not enough to cast my phoenix wings and get us out.
I need to buy more time.
I blink towards Yuya and summon the huge phoenix wings on my back, and focus as much phoenix energy as I can.
I will block a single attack.
This should provide enough time for Yuya to draw a portal.
Maybe portaling will buy us enough time for me to use the phoenix teleportation, which they cannot follow.
This is one of the situations where it is truly advantageous that we share our thoughts.

I stand strong before her, surrounding us with a divine energy shield.
I'm putting all the force that I have left into it.
Yuya is casting a portal on the ground in the mean time.
Point one of a second... come on!

A beam of light breaks the Leviathan body and hits my energy shield hard.
A purely energy based attack.
The ground around is disintegrates under the force.
Only the parts within my shield remain intact.
But I won't be able to hold this for the tenth of a second we need.
It will collapse too early.

I start shrinking it to conserve energy.
Right now it is encompassing my huge phoenix wings. I won't need those to survive.
I shrink it all the way down until it only protects our bodies.
My wings burn to ashes as they touch the outer limits of the shield.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
How long can a tenth of a second last?

My wings are nearly completely gone now.
We are kneeling, the shield diameter is down a meter and a half.
And then finally the portal forms below my feet and we fall through.
We enter the wormhole created by the portal.
Blood from my broken wings streams into it.

It goes far... very far.
Yuya casted a portal towards a location much farther away than I've ever been.
This might buy us the time we need.
We emerge from the other end of the wormhole, onto a barren planet.
I immediately summon the phoenix wings on my left arm and try to make us enter the fabric of space and get us home.
Yuya nearly collapses under the exhaustion of having casted this portal right after the Leviathan.

The wings materialize and I can sense our bodies shifting into the fabric.
Both Templars appear out of nowhere closely in front of us.
But this will work. This is enough time.
The wound I caused on one of them is already in the process of healing.
What the fuck? How... ?
The other one smiles at me.

"Run little dragon! Run! We will get you soon enough!"

Followed by a maniacal laughter.
Finally we disappear into the fabric of space and are transported to Haven.
As we emerge, we drop to the ground exhausted.
My entire body is shaking, either from fear or because I pushed my body too far, I'm not sure.

"I'm sorry. I thought we had more time."

I knew it would happen. Somewhere deep within I knew it would happen after I fought the first one of them.
He was weaker, sort of a run-away or something, no longer obeying the Templar collective.
I never imagined that the others would be so much more powerful.

"I need to become stronger... much stronger."

She looks at me in a very sad way.
I have never seen her sad before. She is always so happy and full of energy.

"I'm so sorry. I did not bring you back for this, I don't want you to have to fight again."
"Of course you didn't. But it is inevitable. I will have to fight. I will have to fight again."
"If this is what it takes to be here again then I will fight... "

I look at my still shaking hands.
I am so strong already. So immensely powerful.
Yet, I still stand no chance against them, no chance whatsoever.
Not even in a two on one fight.
I think about the journey ahead of me.
I'm going to need help... I'm going to need a lot of help...

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

I was hanging with a friend, let's call them "M". For some reason there had been an event which caused M to lose all memories of the last few years, wiping all knowledge of who I and her other friends were.

M was going slightly crazy, she was getting all the Christmas decorations out in May and setting them all up in her house, me and the other people there were practically yelling at her wondering why she was preparing for Christmas in May, but she didn't seem to care. All she questioned was who we were, what we were doing in her house and what business it was of ours.

We continually got frustrated while she was running around the house finding places for all these Christmas decorations, as more were placed we decided to go along with the Christmas in May idea, but request that she at leasts follows our traditions. She stops everything that she's doing and stares at us before saying, "You tell me you're my friends, yet there is no evidence of that... why should I follow traditions that I don't even know?"

One of my other friends, "E", gets upset. She runs out of the house and M huffs and gets back to putting up the Christmas decorations. Soon everyone else besides me leaves, trying to look for E and comfort her.

That's when the entire dream kind of... resets. It was almost like a false awakening but the dream just bounced right back to the beginning of where it started, only this time, it was just me and M. I start questioning the reality of the situation and before I know it, I'm lucid.

I hold my hand out and inspect the 8 fingers I have, before M turns around and starts laughing manically. At this point I don't think I truly had time to understand what it meant to be in a dream, I was maybe at Layer 2 lucidity. I panic because of how evil M is sounding and try to back away and walk through the wall to escape, only the wall remains solid.

M runs for me, leaping on top of me and a knife appears in her hand. I try my best to will her out of existence, or will myself to another place, but the best I can do it repel her off of me but she just runs back up with the knife in hand and starts stabbing my arm.

I give up on lucid powers and somehow manage to grab the knife from her hand and try stabbing her. She starts laughing again as I thrust the knife down but it just bends as if it was plastic, no damage was made to her at all. In my shock, she gets the knife back off me and starts stabbing again.

The pain shooting through my arm is so realistic and I can't seem to focus on anything. I close my eyes and will myself to be somewhere else.

The pain stops, I open my eyes and I'm back in the waking world.

Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes
　
Got it? Great! Now enjoy reading my dreams.
　
Well i have not been dreaming my usual epicness like i use too. Soo i certainly can say that it is my own damn fault. I have not been doing any reality checks, work is starting to take a toll, and summer here in Michigan, is just making it more and more difficult for me to really focus on dreaming. I am not going to complain though, because anyone who knows me personally, knows i am not a complainer. So on that note, i have to start back reality checking more with my totem, and by doing more subconscious training thruout the day and nighttime hours too. I hope that you enjoy them anyway, even though they are not my usual epic dreams.
　
Dream #1 Naked and writing in my dream records.

Im in my current home, upstairs in my room writing something down in my dream records. I noticed that i am ass naked, but don't seem to reallly question anything about it at that paticular moment.
　


Dream #2 Kidnapped, by goons

Im in the back seat of a car riding with some arabs. A car pulls up and starts shooting at the windshield of this car im in. The driver, and the guy in the passenger seat get shot. The back door opens, and i am now fighting off these men. I get beat up pretty bad, and end up being dragged off into another car.
　


Dream #3 Tell us what you know!

Im handcuffed in a chair, in this room surrounded by a bunch of arab men wearing long robes and scarfs, and holding guns. And this Arab guy a walks up to me and grabs my face and looks directly in my eyes and says..

"Do you know who i am? Because i could kill you right now with the snap of my finger."

"Fuck you! And you will be sorry you ever.."

(He smacks me and is gripping my hair holding a knife to my throat)

Im breathing heavy at this point fearing what could happen to me. He starts asking me questions about missing people, and what do i know about a missing girl or something like that. Another guy nearby tries talking to him, and calming him down and telling him that maybe i really don't know anything, and he could possibly have the wrong person. So im now battered and brusied up, bleeding and just resting my chin near my chest. That dream ends, and i wake up to record it.
　


Dream #4 Talking about dreams with a woman in my bedroom.

Im laying in bed with this hot supermodel looking chick who reminds me of Gisele Bundchen.

We were not having sex or anything, we were just in bed cuddled up talking about dreams and stuff. She gets out of bed and walks over to the window and stares out the window glancing at the night skies. She mentions something to me about wanting to fly up to the moon one night when she becomes lucid. I mentioned to her that in dreams anything is possible, and she can surely do anthing once she truly believes in it. I don't really remember much here except me and her were downstairs trying to look for some tea that i had, that gives you lucid dreams.


Final Dream. The dancer who calls herself Rosa.

Im in a temple, surrounded by beautiful Gypsies, and belly dancers. This woman who had a look similiar to the woman in the picture, walked up to me and begin telling me that she would like to dance with me. I stand there just admiring her seductive look, and glancing at her piercing glowing shimmering cat like green eyes. She shakes her hips with the sounds of tambourines and tabla drums beating in the background. She is dancing barefoot, and is moving very erotic to me. I get closer to her as she grinds out of control on me! I literally was feeling closer to a climax, but kept cool and just enjoyed the dance from her.

Afterwards, she mentions if i ever want to come see her again, her name is Rosa.

this is by far the weirdest dream ive ever had im walking around at teh lake of the ozarks with john moran steven moran and zach moran (these are the people i live with) but zach and steven are ahead of me and john and were talking to each other about this and that and he looks up and says what the fuck?!? so i look up to and its a missle... it hits me and right before it dose i tell them i love them all and it hits me and i (i guess i die) but i black out and when i come to my bodys laying on the ground with a big hole in it and john zach and steven standing around me and i stand there next to them as they cry... they look and see me standing there and automaticaly stop crying and start talking to me like i never got hit with a freaking missile and i kept woundering to my self why the hell can they see me they keep talking to me and talking and never stop talking then john's gone i dont know where he went but poof hes gone and its just zach steven and my ghost i guess and were attacked by someone i black out agian and were all hanging upside down and th only way i can save us is if i can tell them where johns at and for some reason i knew where he was but i couldnt speak i couldnt do anyhting i could just try and scream where he was and what he was doing then i had to set and whatch them skin zach and steven alive and i had to listen to there screams and pleds for help and why wouldnt i tell them where he was why couldnt i save them and as they finished i wake up in a sweat...

Last night, I had a dream that I accidentally killed my pet bird (which is a Sun Conure).

Actually, it was much weirder than that. I didn't so much "kill" her as accidentally rip the back of her head off. She was still alive and functioning just fine, but I was still freaking out and took her to a vet (which for some reason was my automotive teacher), and he said there was nothing we could do for her. I don't normally cry, but for some reason I was actually trying to force myself to cry in the dream, but no tears came out. Then I woke up.

I felt a HUGE sense of relief when I woke up and realized that my Sun Conure was still alive and had the back of her head attached. I love that bird.

In case you're wondering what a Sun Conure is, my bird looks just like this:



^That's not my bird, but it looks just like her. Sun Conure are very small, brightly colored birds.

picture this; your in a high mountainous area, theres snow everywhere and huge pine trees here and there. it's not snowing, but it's everywhere on the gound, just white everywhere you look, and there's a huge chipmunk the size of a skyscraper. he's all moving slow, rummaging around and looking for you stomping his feet and all. I kept hiding behind trees and dugouts in the snow but it never worked very well. this was really wierd, I dont usually have dreams like this. what do you guys think?

my sister calls me. I answer the phone and say, "mom's dead, isn't she?"

I appeared alone in a forest for her funeral, crying. there are clear tubes wrapped all through the trees and then music started playing. the music was absolutely beautiful, like nothing I had ever heard. when the music started playing, this liquid started flowing slowly through the tubes and changing colors. I started crying hysterically at this point because she was the liquid and she was there, right in the forest. I heard my mom say that she was happy she had a brother who set this up for her.

my grandmother appeared and I wanted her to see what I saw so I played the tape again. the music was really weird and off and my grandmother was confused so I started trying to rewind it for her, but she disappeared. I cried more and more in the forest, then something told me I could switch places with her. I almost did because I couldn't bear it. but then I thought of how hard it would be for her in my place and I decided against it.

notes: my grandmother died a little over a month ago and my mom doesn't have a brother.

I dreamt about people dying again...that was the first dream anyway...everyone that i loved just kept disappearing.. :/
The feeling was painful though...which is the exact reason i stopped dreaming in the first place....
The second dream was of my childhood...i got to see my dead sister again.

Dream this morning:
Started at gathering of friends place. I brought a van with 2 table beds. Decided to rest on 2 full beds. Went out exploring with a group of friends. As we ventured through this city, all of a sudden, this black flesh eating and decaying force began devouring my group. Friends were consumed. I continued running being chased by this force. Force was devouring everyone, and transforming. I ended up at my house and tried to bring my dog with me, I carried her part of the way, swam through lake, and made it to neighbors house where they were sitting outside. I got them to come with me and us ride in there car to the airport at a nearby hotel where we could flee the country for Asia (or somewhere). When we got there and stepped out of car I realized we left my dog behind. I suggest we go back quickly for her and they agree. My brother is with me now. When I open car door, dixie is inside. I hear my moms voice (possibly next to me now) say she was there the whole time. I say no, cant be her... we left her. Mom persists. Voice enters dream saying this is not my dream. I become lucid. I continue to airport with my brother now lucid, begin to fly and leap through the air. Attempt to fly again and I start to feel my sleeping body. Lucidity begins to fade, I slowly get pulled from the dream, spinning, I awake.

Key:
{Curly brace & blue} .... Relevent waking life details before entry, if appropriate

Black .... Dream body/narative text

(Standard braces & dark green, bold) .... Dream notes, lucidity, time. method etc

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{This one is from last night....
Waking life A couple of days ago..... I was REALLY stressed on a return work trip by air... Bad days!!!
I had both outbound and return travel days of missing my connecting flights & aircraft breakdowns making me really late!!
Any connection with an unpleasant travel dream???}

(Non-Lucid)

I’m at an outdoor / above ground city ‘Metro’ station. The “line callout plan” at this station shows this is the green line. The station is in a large pedestrianised public open square with a pink and grey granite oval building. Theres hot dog sellers walking around the square and I can smell the food...

The metro train pulls up at the station & I board... Its like a dull white and silvery white two tone train, with a red and blue zig-zag logo on the side... Inside the train has red plastic seats, with blue padded bits in the middle... Theres quite a few people on the train, some are sat, some are stood up hangling on straps and rails... I'm stood up!!

A couple stops down the line, a group of lads get on. They are wearing 'hoodie' tops, track-trousers and bright coloured trainers...

They are being really antisocial and are swearing, making loud personal comments, spitting and generally upsetting all of the other passengers in my carriage. They then start dropping stink bombs...

I eventually get annoyed, and confront them about there behavior... One of them turns around and responds back
“Don’t like the smell of eggs..Tssk … You can S**K my D**K” ... I back down from the confrontation

The youths get off a stop or two later, and I carry on with my journey, shaken..

A few stops later, I get off the train at an above ground station, that I dont recognise
(Journey was above ground a while, then underground for a while, and then back above ground)

I'm in an open air station, in a gorge (~50-60ft deep), with stairs going up the side of the cutting to the exit, and some trees casting some shade from overhead.

I'm lost, and beginning to panic, I find the “Line callout map" on a notice board ... This station isn’t on the line!!
I start climbing the stairs to get out of the station cutting... The closer I am to the exit, and the more view I get of the station, the more I realise I'm lost!! ... Where am I??

Awaken, sweaty!!

Ok, so this was a really weird nights's sleep.

I can't remember going to sleep, but it was some time around 1am. I had not been drnking, and have never done drugs; so it wasn't either of those. It was, however, extremely hot. reams that I can remember, and tonnes of short seconds-long dreams.

So it started with me at some kind of dock late at night, there was a woman in chinease attire (red) and a strong looking guy with typical film-set style fighting gear on. Me and him were fighting; and it became apparent that this man and woman were the bad guys. I had a team of people around my age, late teens, behind me; a girl, a guy with short hair and somebody else. The docks themselves were long and made of stone, but did not extend into the sea very far, there was metal scaffholding and crates and barrels and tarpooling everywhere. I eventually either won, or the guy got away. The girl on our team told me that I had to get into thier lare, as it was strange that I should win (I obviously couldn't have.), and the short-haird guy (who was in a comms-van) agrees, so I am sent into the bad-people's lare. I walk along the dockside and down a slope into a tunnel which leads to the lare. Once inside I find that it's more like a maze of high-up platforms, walkways and gas pipes. I reach a bit where the walkways spiral down a massive shaft, of about 50m in diameter, and some kind of piping system leading down the righthand side. Instead of walking down the pathways, I shimmied down the pipe system. on my way down I reallised that the pipes were covered in spiders (not very nice :/) but I continued anyway. once at the bottom, it became evident that the floor was made of lava or something like that, which explains the heat I thought. At this point I stopped and looked around the walls. I started to notice that there were lots of skectchs pinned to the walls around the pipes (obviously somebody had been down here before), and these sketches were fan-mail or character-sketches of everyone I had seen in this dream. At this point the girl who had been talking to me earlier started talking to me again (she was either on the comms or had followed me, I can't remember). I told her what I could see and she said: "hhmm... but that just doesn't make any sense, what's so important about those?" I told her, rather scared now, that I thought that actually it seems like we were all inside some kind of webcomic, and this is what the creator has drawn/recieved. She started to cry and then everything went fuzzy.

I then woke up in real life (I think, although I'm pretty sure it was real life) to find that I still had my shirt on, which I struggled to take of, then put on the floor beside my bed. Shortly later I drifted into dreams focusing on why I had my shirt on and what if someone had come into my room or perhaps I was drunk, but no, that didn't make sense either because I don't drink. Well perhaps it's just hot. These thoughts swirled around as abstract dreams for what I presume to be about half an hour. At which point I wake up again to realise I still have my pants on (I sleep nude), so this was really quite strange for me. After that I drifted back to sleep.

[The next dream was weird, very weird.]
I was at my computer, playing MineCraft. When I reallise that there is an option I've never seen before; one to make 'structures' generate. I click it to see what happens, then the whole world starts to transform into an ice biome (for those who don't play minecraft, it's a randomly-generated cold area of the game, with hills and such). But this was a strange one, because there was a giant semi-opaqe black cubiod, in which these domes started to be built using leave-blocks, stone and spawning a golden apple in the center. Many of these spawned within the box, at may different sizes. By this time I was actually in the game (to be expected for a dream), and rand for cover as I thought that the generation engine had broken and was going to fill the entire area with stone and leave, so I went and hid under a pile of ice blocks, peering out to the world [apon looking back, I realise that here I may have actually died in the dream, but I din't realise]. I saw a penguin, and then it flashed forward to a later date. I was in a tunnel that was extremely long, but squre with twists; like a mineshaft. I was at the end of this and talking to my brother and step-father. It turns out that the reason for this shaft is to hose a very long set of instructions written on signs for someone to make something. It was some kind of robotic drilling apparatus with a buit in Artificial Intelligence. My brother says he needs something, so we go to the start of the mine (not sure how so quickly, that thing was *huge*). Apon ariving there everyone else goes about thier own buissness [here's where it starts going wierd]. I then go out of the main semi-circular igloo part (description: big, about 30m in diameter, animal-skin rug on the floor, stone furnace at one side, to entrance to cave at the back with a small washing area on the right of that (as if you were looking at it), with an entrance and hat-stand at the opposite side, which lead to a small corridor that ran around the front half of the main igloo with a door about 1m to the left of the main igloo's door that lead to the outside), and see that there are two penguins. That quickly turn into daleks. They're scared and ask me to keep them safe if they'll defend the igloo from the other daleks. This seems like a good idea to me. But looking around that the rest of my family in the igloo, I realsise that they are walking without using thier legs, so must be daleks in disguise. I look at the two dalek-penguins, that tell me to run. I turn and run down the corridoor to a small wooden-door, which I enter. After going throught the door I end up in a small wooden office, with a gas-lamp and meet an old-woman (a proffessor at a university, I think) leaning over some old-looking books. I ask her how she got here, she says to to me that it is I who got into her place, and continues to tell me that theis place makes no sense, and that I must run to get out. I thank her for her words and walk through another door in her office. This door brings me out on about floor 10 of a 50-story 1960s style office-block. I can't go up without entering certian rooms. I enter the first and inside is someone [around here my memory gets bad], how asks me questions and gets me to talk; I ultimatly leave with this peice of paper that is part of the puzzel, and move up a level. This repeats itself about 14 times. I then go to the next door, which I can see through the gap into before I go in. I see a teacher at a black-board and a helper at a desk to the right reading some sort of old books. I walk in and tell them (quite angrly) that I kow that thier going to ask me to answer questions or perform some kind of test to let me get whatever it was I needed to find. The woman (teacher) tells me I should know better than to shout at a teacher, at which point I loose it and tell her that actually, seeing as we're all dead (but this point I'd worked out I was dead and thought that these people were other ghosts) I died after her, and thus was in a time when education was better (her books looked like they were from the 1900s), so I was clever enough, and didn't need her test, then said: "so, where is it that I need?" A little boy of about 11 put his hand up and told me that I needed to take him upstairs. I walked over, took his hand and started walking to the door with him (he seemed happy). The two teachers just looked at me dissapointedly, asking me to take this test or I'd never understand the ways of this realm, when I refused they just looked sad. I eventually took this boy out of the class and back into the '60s sky-scraper. At which piont he said that I had completed the final challange and was free (or something like that, he seemed happy). I walked off and saw a door that I thought was the exit. I walked through it and out onto the street, where there were other people. It was at this point that a large grinder-support fell on me and killed me again. As I was drifting into darkness someone told me that I was dreaming. "darn." I thought, then woke up.

So during the first part of my dream i was helping the FBI catch this drug dealers supplier. Who just happened to be a mobster who killed my father... no pun intended. Well I arranged a meeting with the drug dealer. I wanted to catch this man as much as the FBI. i told the dealer i could get him less time if he testified.. I remember entering this wooden photo booth inside this parking garage." I was like were is the man" and he kept saying that he went out of state and i was like that isn't good enough. so i started kicking his ass inside this photo booth. He some how was able to push me out of the photo booth, and we continued the fight out there. He yelled at me if you were to stop for just a second. so i did and looked at what he was pointing at.. it was a trap he was wired... and i ran. oh shit was the only thing going through my mind. Before i could get out of the parking garage the FBI had already surrounded me. the guy who was walking toward me said it was the last time i went behind there back... he raised his gun at me and i raised my hand wondering how i was going to stop a bullet with my hand.. But with surprise it was a knock out dart. I saw a couple men come to pick up my body, and before they reached me, i burst into flames there was 3 rings of fire circling me in each direction symbols were all over the ground... and i could feel the fire all over my body. I woke up convulsing from the fire.

#1 - Why Do They Keep Coming!? [Non-Lucid]

The dream started out at my house, and somewhere down the line it turned into J's house. I'm not exactly sure when the switch took place, but I'm pretty sure this first part happened at least mostly in my house. People kept coming over and then leaving, all totally random people, and it was making me nervous for some reason. Then one of the guys who came over pulled out a tiny revolver. I jump up to him and try to pull the gun away from him but he won't let go, and we're locked in kind of a struggle to push the barrel in each others' direction, and in the end I manage to face it up under his neck and pull the trigger. There's not much gore or anything, in fact after that I think he just leaves. But I was still really on edge for the rest of the dream, and when we were suddenly at J's house (which wasn't his real house) I started obsessively searching for objects around the house to weaponize to protect myself against the random people who kept coming over.

Dream Fragment - "Something about DV being so crowded that OldSparta sent out a message about individual threads needing to be moderated, and I volunteered to handle a couple of them."

#2 - My Powers Have Increased! [DILD]

I was back taking classes in middle school again, still at my current age like always, and O was there in my first class but I can't really remember what it was about. I guess it was the end of the year or something because we were taking our final exams, and after the first one I tried to go to the second one but the layout of the school wasn't right. The stairwells were gone and I had to search all over for a way to get to the second floor where my class was, and finally I found the stairs behind two closed doors that actually lead to two classrooms in waking life. Once I found the stairs there, I became lucid. I decided to keep heading to the class, but the thought of walking up the stairs was rather disheartening. X) I took two or three steps and as I was doing so said out loud "I'm already there." and the scenery around me just sort of phased into the classroom. Sweet! The entire back wall was just windows so I walked up to it and looked out, we were very high up and overlooking a highway. Definitely absolutely nothing like the area around my middle school, but a pretty awesome view for a middle school classroom if I do say so myself! I noticed that there were barely any students or even desks in the class, and I think I recall someone saying it was the math exam (I'm pretty sure the previous one was for English). I can't help but notice that the teacher is unbelievably obese. >.> She walks up to me and hands me my exam, and I just kind of drop it and put my arm around her shoulder and get her to walk with me. I said something about how I was going to help her and I called her Sarah, though I'm not sure where I got that name from. I snapped my fingers with the intention that she would become young and thin, and she did, right before my eyes! But then I got greedy. I snapped my fingers again trying to change her into a girl, AD, that I've known since elementary school, and it sort of worked but she was really lanky and unhealthy looking, shoulda stuck with the first success. Anyway, I tried to get her to have sex with me, but before I could even really get the whole thought out the whole scene started becoming geometric and bizarre, and it become unstable enough that it just fell apart and I woke up. Damn. :T

Dream Fragment - "A whole family sharing a bath robe."