non-lucid

I was in a pool with no limits. The biggest pool i've ever seen or dreamt of. There was this beautiful blonde girl swimming. I tried to get near but the flow always kept me away. Suddenly all the water dissapeared and there she was, looking at me. I walk to her. I'm going to kiss her, Im almost touching her lips, she then touched my forehead with his middle finger and said "3,2,1 TOTAL COLLAPSE". I fell with my back on the ground slowly... I realice there is no gravity and I woke up...

I had a dream prior to this. I intended to write it down. I dreamed that I woke up and wrote it down and lay back down. As I lay back down to fall asleep, I realized that I hadn't actually written my dream down in real life because I was dreaming. I was really sleepy, though, so I just dreamed about going back to sleep, and it faded into another dream. Unfortunately, I can't recall the events of my prior dream.

I then dreamed about a Choose Your Own Adventure game I was playing. I was playing a boy and his sister. Part of the game involved choosing classes for them to attend so they could build skills (a la Princess Maker or Long Live The Queen). The setting was modern day, though. My first run through, the boy became a thief after wandering into a bad part of town, but died because his skill in lock picks was terrible when he needed to pass a skill check, and he pissed off the thieves' guild. The girl ended up attending some sort of party or event where everyone was dressed in formal wear. In the next game, I completely ignored the boy and focused on making the girl into a well-respected doctor. At some point, I pulled out my dream journal (the one I wrote in in my prior dream) and looked through it, and the notes in it were in big, sloppy handwriting. Apparently, my dream had something to do with Morgan Freeman. I decided that the reason that the journal looked so sloppy and the notes were so weird was because I had written them in my sleep, and I put it away. In the game, the girl needed to find a bathroom (what is it with me and bathrooms?).

The dream shifted, and I was in a library - still looking for the bathroom. I find it, but decide it's not the REAL bathroom (and somehow this has to do with the number 40) because it doesn't look real enough, and I need to find the real bathroom. I wake up, and yes, I needed to use the bathroom.

Hotel adventure
It's late at night. I've arrived at a hotel, and I need a room. I don't see any lights on in the lobby, but I try the doors anyway, and I find that they're open. Going inside is a little creepy. Once inside, I see a dim light ahead, up a series of wide, very shallow steps. Reaching the top, I find the counter divided into many "privacy booths". One of them is lit, and I walk towards it. Someone had advised me which room to ask for, saying it was the best in the hotel, but given the late hour, I'm not very hopeful that I'll be able to get it.

Now I'm in a small bare room. I "see" a chart showing some different progressions of magic with different effects, benefits, and problems. One of them causes you first to become invisible, then to release a flash of light. The flash "powers" the next part of the magic, making you visible, a nice benefit (I forget what), but leaving you gasping. I saw some other progressions on the chart, but I don't remember the others.

I know that "they" will be coming for me soon, so I try to get ready. I realize my belt is out of its belt loops and start to rethread it. As I'm nearly done, I hear "them" approaching. I realize I should have put the rings on before worrying about the belt. "They" burst into the room and I realize with relief that I'm already wearing the rings. I launch myself at the leader, sailing through the air to hit him in the chest, knocking him backwards. It's not really flight - more like ignoring most of gravity - but it's effective. Unfortunately, he can do something similar, and we end up in a chase through the hotel. At one point, we're both shooting down a tall spiral stairwell, one where you can see all the way to the bottom through the center of the spiral. At the bottom, we're back in the room with the shallow steps. He launches himself out over the room, and I follow. Unfortunately, he's faster than I am, and I'm losing him.


Game developers visit a college
I'm in a college cafeteria. A group of guys is talking to a couple of new recruits, describing the guts of their game world. They're very proud of how non-deterministic it is, using all sorts of inputs - weather, etc - to change the game world in subtle ways. I ask about what a nightmare it must be to debug, and they agree to a point. One describes how to enable a mode that disables the external inputs. Another starts to show the class hierarchy for creating a new module inside the game. Someone is trying to find a good time and place for a technical demo. He's disappointed that the only thing that will work is once again the cafeteria. He hopes that we'll be able to get a quiet area. John is there fiddling with his phone. He hasn't been able to get Bluetooth working right, and I tease him for it.


Rotting bridge
I'm with a group of people walking on an ancient wooden bridge. I have a tiny gun which I take and throw far out into the water. One of my companions asks me why I did that. I explain that I know how these stories go: the hero gives his gun to one of his companions, asking him to watch his back. Next thing you know, that companion turns out to be a traitor and uses the hero's own gun against the hero. Now we've come to the end of the bridge. It used to go on further, but it's completely fallen apart after this point. We pick our way down the remnants of the bridge and wade in the water. As we continue on, I see our destination in the distance.


Lucid in the hotel - I did SSILD before this
I'm back in the hotel, in the stairwell. The wallpaper is old and brownish, with some kind of little squares with designs. I know I'm dreaming, and I want to fly like I did earlier. I try to will myself into the air, but nothing happens. I jump and flap my arms, and I shoot about ten feet into the air, then drift slowly downwards. Now I'm in a room. It's incredibly messy. I really want a DC to show up. I try various tricks: turning around, expecting the DC to walk in the door, etc, but no DC shows up.


Bruce Willis
I'm walking along the ring road outside a parking lot and meet Bruce Willis talking to another guy. No one else is around, there are no cars anywhere, and the guys ignore me completely, so I just stand back and listen. Bruce is pitching a new Die Hard to the other guy; the idea is received with some amusement, an air that he's just humoring Bruce. He tells Bruce that if he does this movie, then Bruce will be five, reminding him of a comment he made that Bruce gets fifteen years younger every time he does a movie. He's "Twenty" now, so he'll be five after another Die Hard. Alternatively, the timeline works out nicely if you start it from 2008, also putting us at his being five years old.

Bruce has released a new movie he wrote himself. It deconstructs many of the common action movie tropes, and is supposed to be funny, but most people agree it just doesn't have much personality. They also complain that the way he handled the depiction of the city's recession is poorly handled. Now I'm in my kitchen, telling my wife about meeting him. We get to talking about his Star Trek career, and I say that he was closely involved with Brannon Braga. I have to explain that he was one of the Star Trek writers who wrote many of the stranger scripts.

While they're talking, a guy I met the other day comes up to me and gives me a stack of books. I'd completely forgotten about him. I'd gotten one book from him at the time and asked for more. He makes a comment about "you probably won't even thank me," then leaves. I look through the books. They're on Bruce's military career. They're all fairly short books, but they sound like heavy reading. At least one has a picture of him in full military outfit on the front cover. One of the books is unrelated to the rest. I'm surprised to see that it's written by a friend of mine. The cover is bright and cartoony, and the grammar is pretty bad. Near the copyright notice, there's a comment saying the book should take less than 21 minutes to read - but again, the comment is so poorly written I have to stare at it for a minute before it makes sense.


Shoes for a competition
I'm in the mall, in a shoe store. I sign up my third daughter for some kind of competition. The man in the store thinks she's a little on the young side, but signs her up since she's technically eligible. He says she'll need new shoes to compete and starts to measure her, but we don't have time for it. I tell him we'll be back later to finish the measurements. Now we're back. The man is gone, and a woman is taking measurements for shoes. I explain why we're here. She asks me what size shoes my daughter wears, and I say that I don't know. She looks at her's current shoes and gets the size, but I point out that there's a big gap in front of her toes, and for this competition the shoes will need to fit really well. She asks me to come upstairs with her to get proper measurements.

Now we're in some kind of dormitory room. At least four beds are arranged in here. It's a fairly long room, but it's not very wide, only slightly wider than the beds are long. We're at the end of the room. Another lady has joined the first, and they're trying to make room for my daughter to lie down on the floor. There are two suitcases in the way, and they're trying to figure out what to do with them. I suggest putting them under the bed, and they think that's a good idea. I lift the mattress and the women put the suitcases under it. Instead of laying them on the floor under the mattress, they lay them so they're on the rails that hold the mattress in place. It's OK, since there's some kind of riser on the rails designed to hold the mattress up above stuff. I put the mattress back down on the risers, but it looks like it's hitting the suitcases too. This won't be a long term solution, but it should be enough to get my daughter measured.


Fragments
Something about the kids, a park, and a fire engine.

I'm talking to someone who asks me if I was ever in the navy. I explain that I went straight from school to college to work. He asks me to recommend someone for ???, and I recommend Steve S, describing him as having "salt and pepper hair, saltier than yours."

Monday 12.02.13

Last night bed 11:30pm

I'm in a garden at my childhood house. Lots of people there. There is a man, that is walking around the cellars hallway and also the yard. He walks around slowly, with sinister purpose. I have a gun and it seems like i also have ammo. It's in a small ammo box. Ammunition is small, golden in color, or yellow brass.

I tell someone to lock all their doors and to call my mom and others to stay in their apartments. That's when i see my mom, cluelessly peeking out of one of the doors leading to the yard. I yell at her to get back inside and lock the doors.

In the meantime, I keep shooting the guy, with no effect. I keep reloading the gun, but now the bullets are getting all messed up. They are tiny, deformed, and mixed in with stuff like lint and other stupid things. The intruder is now heading towards us. So I run up to him and knock him out cold.

I'm asking a neighbor if I should call 911, or the non-emergency number. She says non-emergency, since we got him neutralized.

Saturday 11.30.13

DR1 - I'm walking through a city that looks like my hometown. But it's not, It's Poland. We walk in a bar, that's just a hole in a a wall. Arched wooden doors. It's packed. We sit at a small, round, high table. There are couples everywhere. Except, they are not really couples. I think they just paired up after arrival. And not all are happy with the way they are paired up. We realize we came to the wrong bar.

DR 2 - I'm walking through a city again. This time it's Australia. I can clearly feel the distance from my home continent. I'm on the other side of the world. We see some ladies walk by and ask them for some good, not too expensive restaurant. They laugh. There is nothing that't not expensive.

DR3 - Still in Australia. I'm talking about a job offer in Bendi national Park. Sitting in managers office at the visitor's center. Sliding glass door behing me is opened and I have a view of a man-made small animal pool. Water is greenish, as if full of algae. I see a snake swimming in the water. I call my mom to look, but by then, it had turned to a crocodile. I'm excited to see a crocodile.

Still in Australia. now talking to different people about a job. I follow a female manager to a mess hall. A male manager tells me, that he has two openings - one is a manager of 2 workers in a dining room. Can't remember the other one.

Dream

I was in this small animal shelter, which was supposed to be located in a seedy part of town. I was flipping through a spiral notebook which on each page had a different business that was in this bad part of town. I was looking for a job, and figured the safest place to work would be at the animal shelter. A DC woman who worked at the shelter was telling me how they put down dogs. She said a lot of people come to watch, and they chop the dog up with a scalpel and sometimes the person doing the procedure will chop them up slowly which makes them suffer more. Whoa brain, feeling a little gruesome last night were we? Anyway, this information didn't bother me in the least, it was something of normalcy.
Then I remember walking with my mom in the parking lot of the shelter and across the street to do something, I'm not sure what.

Fragment 1

I was calling apartment complexes that were out of state, but instead of being interested in my own apartment to rent, I wanted to live with the person I called in their apartment. I was scared no one would pick up, since they would see an out of state number calling, but when a lady finally said Hello? I got nervous and hung up.

Fragment 2

I remember being out on a grassy area, I think it was supposed to be a playground. I had a best friend whom was a boy and we were running across the field, our destination this little brick building, I think it may have been a bathroom or something. I remember someone kicking a soccer ball from behind me and it flew over my head and I was afraid it would hit me.

non lucid
*I put in a letter request to amitabha for someone to be reborn in sukhavati.
*Some old chinese man jumped into a deep cave for a reason I believe wasn't good enough.
*Montre keep talking about how in cally they have shops were they sell gang related clothing. I thought in my head how retarded.
*Lama dojree was giving one of his students a hug telling that person he loves them.
*I was in a three month class just for lucid dream. There were these people in the class that had no interest in lucid dreaming. I said to them it makes to sense at all why your here! I also said to them how do you know which is real waking life or dreaming life.

Nice that for once, my dreams aren't so fragmented and pointless.

I was at some movie theater (or just regular theater for plays and such) and my family was watching some performance. I can't even remember if what was shown was a movie or a play.
But after it was over, we got outside and everyone save for me wanted to talk about the themes of (whatever it was we just saw) but I wasn't interested. I don't think I had enjoyed it as much as my family. So I had to wait patiently while they talked. Fortunately, it didn't take them too long.
We changed topics to who was going to ride in who's car. I got with my grandfather. It was just me and him in his car. We pulled out of the theater and were in a pretty remote looking rural community.
He turned out of the theater, it was a bland building and went to the right. After about a quarter mile the road became dirt and turned to the left. I also remember there being a sign saying "watch for poop" and thinking that was funny.
We wound up outside this farm house built on a small hill. Most of it was surrounded by a dense, lush forest. I got out, and all of my cousins were there. The farmer came out and introduced himself. I think he had some really generic name like "farmer Joe" he started giving us a tour of his farm by gesturing to in different directions and telling us what there was. I was excited because he had goats (what!? I like goats!) I know he also had chickens, roosters and three cats.
He told us we were going to be helping out on his farm. He gave me this metal tool that looked sort of like a big two-pronged fork. (I have no idea if that's a real farming tool to be honest.) and told me that the cats would lead me to my work spot.
I began to run after the cats. Because the farm was in a rural area, I was running through a maze of trees and bushes to get there; I woke up trying to find my work assignment.

So when I first recall the dream, I am with a group of my friends about to enter into a house. It looks perfectly normal on the outside: a standard, middle-class American house, painted a medium blue in color and two stories. I am unsure why we are going inside, but I am with my friends so I follow them on in.

Coming inside I find us in what seems to be an exceptionally long hallway with only the way we came in and another door that continues on into the home. My friends quickly run through the next door, leaving me behind. Running to catch up with them, I'm surprised to find that when I follow through the door they are no where in the room, and I come upon a kitchen. It's completely void of life and when I holler for my friends I get no response. Concerned, I turn back around and go back through the door that I had just entered through.

However, to my dismay, I am not back in the hallway. Now I'm in a bathroom and there is a girl sitting on top of the toilet cover, a laptop in her lap as she steadily types away. I'm highly confused at this point and attempt to speak with her, asking her where my friends are, but she seems to blatantly ignore me and continues typing on her keyboard. I leave her to go through the door I entered once more and find myself in yet another room. I am steadily freaking out at this point, quickly running through doors and rooms to try to find my friends and get myself out of that house. Occasionally I come across people but they act as if I do not exist at all and ignore any interaction.

I run quickly through as many doors as I can, and I finally come across a door that looks different, this one painted entirely black as opposed to the plain wooden doors that made up all the others. I reach for the knob and slowly open the door. Just as I open it all the way, an external force in reality awakens me and draws me from the dream.

To start out with, i haven't had anything close to a nightmare for years, so this one is kind of weird. i wasn't one of the characters, i was just watching and couldn't do anything.
There was a group of boy scouts in an abandoned park with at least a mile of wilderness on every side, and the scouts were spending a week there. It was all fine, setting up camp in one of the picnic housing area things, then a kid found a gameboy with a game in that was like tetris mixed with DDR (i don't even know) and the scouts played the game until night time. when it became night, there were loud noises and my vision turned staticy with a red hue.

I woke up.

it was late at night, so when i went back to sleep, i came back to the area and i was one of the scouts, trying to spend the night there. the last thing i remembered about the dream was a wolf or something jumping out and attacking someone . The dream wasn't very scary to me, just more dark than any of the dreams i have had for years.

My dream starts off on the street I lived on three years ago. I am by my old house along with many of my good friends and random DCs. There is also a house on the street in the dream which is abandoned, but has running electricity it would appear. Many of us are going in and out of the house and I think some of us may have been scavenging items from inside. I am now outside the house in the middle of the road. I go full on YOLO and I try to fly. I begin running down the sidewalk and jump. And to my surprise, I am flying. I immediately come back down to the ground however. I then try again, and I discover that I must flail my arms to stay airborne. I now land and realize I have discovered human flight! What should I do now?! Go to the government? The news? Nope. Time to go impress girls. So I now begin dashing towards two girls one whom I know, and I don't remember who the other one was. They seemed concerned that I'm coming at them so fast, but a take a jump and go up in the air over their heads. I then begin flailing my arms around like a fool and float above the two girls. They don't seem very interested though for some reason and leave. Dafuq? So I now follow after them in hopes that they'll be impressed with me flying. I mean what the actual fuck? I'm fucking flying! I pass my old history teacher now and show him my flying skill, which he nonchalantly acknowledges and goes on about his business. Okay seriously though, why is no one even remotely surprised that I'm a human fucking being flying on his own? I don't recall anymore after this point, but I do recall a dream later on that morning.

In the early morning I dream I'm leaving a football stadium. Right next to the stadium there's a very large industrial park. On my way to my school bus home I see my friend Collin's dog. Collin isn't here, so I assume it's lost. I now take the dog on board and sit with my friend Mike. After a long while of highway driving we see a car parked in the middle of the road. The driver panics and swerves into the left lane, barely dodging the car. We now see a car coming at us, and the driver swerves back into the right lane, barely dodging the car. She realizes we missed our ramp, so we now turn off onto a bumpy dirt road. The speed limit sign reads 43. Everyone is really confused by this very specific sign. Not too much further down we see a speed limit sign of 46. Okay what the hell? What's with these weird speed limits? Not too much later, we see a stampede of elephants coming at us. Our driver flips her shit and makes the bus do a 180° before flooring it back up the road. We then return to the highway and try going to the next ramp. Mike, the dog and I get dropped off near an old white house. Our friend Mark is outside standing alone watching us with a smile from ear to ear. He now calls us out in a hostile way.
"Hey look man!" he shouts with a smirk. "They stole your dog!"
Mike and I are somewhat confused and shocked now. That intensifies when a crazy old hillbilly comes outside and stands next to Mark.
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"Oh I'm sorry," I say. "I though this was my friend's dog. I was gonna take it to him, but if it's yours then please take him and we can go."
The man now takes us both hostage and we are transported inside the house. The dream is a little choppy until the next part. Mike has already received his punishment and is bleeding out in the corner of the room. I am now sat down against my will in a blood-stained rotting wood chair. The man now hands me a paper back colored white with a red and blue stripe on it. He tells me to wear it for the purpose of not seeing my death coming...like it'll really make a difference. I hold the bag and look at it carefully as I come to a realization. I look up at the crazy old bag as he loads a quad-barrel shotgun with 12G slugs. If that's not enough, the shells also have large piercing tips on them. Fucking-A, overkill much? I watch him snap the shotgun shut and look at me with a bleak grin. I realize that this is the end of me. I'm dead. There is no escape now.
"Come on, please!" I beg. "I gave you your dog! Why can't we just leave it at that and go our separate ways?"
I don't recall if he answered our not, but he now prepares himself. He stands facing me, and is just about to lift his gun when I go ballistic.
"NO!" I shout, standing up and ripping the paper bag in half and throwing the pieces aside. I now realize I'm dreaming. This is too screwed up to be real. I can't accept this as my real fate. As I stand I unintentionally have slowed time for some reason. This wasn't a lucid decision, but I'm definitely gonna ruin this man's day with this power. He is moving about a thousand times slower than I am right now. I am moving as if time isn't slowed at all. I now extend my right arm out and summon a Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum in my hand and unfreeze time. I put three quick shots into the hillbilly and he falls over dead. I probably only need one with that kind of fire power, but I don't care. This bitch is too crazy! I hear someone come in from behind and turn around. A woman enters, probably his maid or something. She is in fact wearing a pink maid outfit. Fuck it, no witnesses. I now use the last three rounds in the handgun and kill the maid as well. I throw the gun aside and now rush to Mike's side. He's badly wounded. I don't know if he was shot or not, but he probably was. I now lift him up and make my way to door, and I notice people are coming in. Shit! If they see all of and Mike dying in my hands I'm fucked! Time to improvise! I now rush Mike somewhere different and hide him under a desk. I can't think of what to do to keep him down, so I summon a pacifier and put it in his mouth. I then hypnotize him to believe he's a baby who's sleeping in his bed, and remind him not to cry. Several girls I know now enter and I go to greet them. They are seriously concerned about the two bodies on the floor and the blood all over the room. Well God damn it, what now? They ask what happened, to which I say I don't know. I'm sure by this point Mike has probably died due to blood loss. I see his girlfriend is among the group of girls.
"Hey, I don't know how to tell you this," I begin. "But I think Michael is dead."
She is now devastated, and she wants to know where he is. I now lead her to Mike, who isn't moving, and Kaitlyn(his GF) now kneels to his side and tries to tend to him. I stand and mourn as well. And that's all I remember before waking up.

Dream 1

This took place at the Whittier house (my childhood home, which I think may be one of my dream signs). It looked like I had just gotten out of the shower, as my hair was wrapped up in a towel turban and I had no makeup on. I don't actually remember seeing my brother, but I knew he had announced that his old friend Craig was going to be coming over. I freaked out because I hadn't seen Craig in forever and I was nowhere near decent looking and didn't want him seeing me like this. I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and took off my towel turban. I could see myself in the mirror from where I sat on the toilet (which wasn't true of my real childhood home) and my hair looked unusually great for having just gotten out of the shower and doing nothing to it. I felt very excited about this. It gets a bit blurry after that, but I think once Craig finally arrived, he didn't even acknowledge me and I was pretty bummed about it.

Dream 2

I was in this big, complex room that had different levels of floors made of glass. There was a metal, circular shaped railing that sectioned off the center of the room. It reminded me of the kind of environment you'd see in the video game Halo or something. I was sitting off to the side of the room, playing a game on an old desktop computer. I was using a video game controller that looked like one used for an Xbox to play the game, not the keyboard that sat in front of me. My brother and some of his friends were sitting in the center of the room, in the confines of that metal railing, just hanging out. I kept cussing at the video game I was playing and after the swear words would escape from my lips, I would fling my hand over my mouth and say sorry to my brother and company, because I found it embarrassing that they kept having to hear me cuss. Now the dream kept switching off between first person and third person, and I got up from the computer and was running around the room, with guns in my hands that you would see on the video game Halo (yes, another reference to that haha). They weren't rifles or handguns, but big white tube looking machines that shot laser beams and whatnot. There were also a few boys that appeared in the room, whom also were all running around, and we were playing a game in which we were trying to shoot each other. My brother and his friends just kept sitting in the center of the room, watching us and talking. One of the boys that had appeared was just standing, doing nothing, so I walked up to him and was about to shoot him, but another guy stopped me and told me I couldn't shoot him because he was ???. I remember feeling annoyed, because I didn't really care that he ???, I just wanted to shoot him.
After that, the game was declared over and the guy who told me not to shoot picked me up and hugged me. I remember thinking how jealous my best friend would be that a guy was giving me attention.

Fragment

Something about visiting a girls' Tumblr and talking to her, but then I stop talking and she gets upset.

I was at school. A pair of boys were sitting around holding large Scrantons. (You know those insidious things the school system creates with millions of tedious bubbles that you must fill in with a number 2 pencil.) Anyways, they were talking, something about a pilot's test and passing/failing it.
I was in my math class, the last class I have before the end of the day. I began walking out of the school, but my route was rather weird, and I ended up going out through the gymnasium.
While I was walking through there, I encountered this overweight boy. He was acting like he wanted to fight me. I told him that I didn't want to fight (out of character for me!)

I was re-watching the footage from a presidential inauguration when I realized there were female gunmen wearing black shirts and these big sunglasses scattered through the crowd. Somebody was explaining to me that it was a good thing they never attacked.

I was in this baseball stadium, with my mother. We were the only two there. It was nighttime, and a beautiful clear night. There were these fireworks going off in the sky, but they were silent, and seemed to be very high up. They were actually some weird kind of space fireworks.
From there I turned into what felt like some kind of ball of energy and got transported to the moon. From there, I got a brief view of earth from the moon.
I got transported again to this beautiful remote portion of the earth that had large grass covered mountains over ocean. There were rock faces exposed on the mountains. A DC began explaining to me that the mountains were once part of an ancient forest. I walked up to a rocky outcropping and broke off a piece, realizing it was actually thousand year old wood.
The forest converted to a laboratory type area. The dream character continued by saying they were trying to revive some of the unique species of plants and even animals. The lab was full of these strange grasses and bushes growing in rows on the tables. (Sounds like a drug hideout, I know.)
They had revived these two cat-like creatures that had used to live in said ancient forest. I got to watch them do a short mating ritual. The dream character explained that it was a good thing they were mating, for it meant they could one day repopulate the forest.

I was with some family. My parents, as well as my aunt, uncle and cousins. We were racing through the airport, trying to get to... gate B25 I think it was. We ran down a long aisle in a big rush before eventually reaching it.
Once we got there, we discovered that we actually had a long waiting period until the plane actually arrived. Some members of our group complained that they were hungry. So I and my aunt got out a portable stove top and began preparing a pot of noodles for the group. I did notice that whatever airport we were at was lacking rows of fast-food restaurants built into the walls.

Church wierdness
I'm at home; Frank is at the computer, watching a video stream from my church. The volume is almost all the way down, but the audio is only slightly too quiet. He clicks half way up on the volume bar before I can stop him. I know that this will make it WAY too loud; it does, but it does it by raising the volume at the church. On the stream, I can clearly see everyone looking around with surprise as the speakers get so loud they distort. I quickly click it back down to where it's supposed to be.

Now I'm walking on the path that runs around the sanctuary. A group of older teen girls is waiting near one of the windows. I can hear one of the guys inside. It's a serious topic, but he's trying to ad levity to it. At the prearranged time, the girls go to the window and start making "ghost sounds." It's pretty obvious to everyone inside, and they laugh. The speaker says something about trying to fix the audio, again to much amusement. Eventually he "fixes" it and the girls stop.

Now I see a bunch of large cooking pots near the front, one of which has a burner built into its base. Something is wrong, and flames are licking around the side. Linda sees it and heads over with a giant cloth napkin. I think she's going to try to smother the fire, but instead she drapes it over the whole thing. I don't think this is going to work - the fire will eat through it in a couple of seconds - but she realizes this too. She quickly bear-hugs the whole thing and carries it over near the door.

Now there's a whole pile of large pots and pans near the door, many with fire seeping out of them in one place or another. She's trying to figure out the best way to deal with them. I'm standing nearby, trying to figure out if I can help, but not being able to bring myself to. I tell myself it's because I don't want to get in her way, but really it's because I don't want to get hurt.

Now I'm outside. My wife and I are talking to another couple. The woman is remarried after her husband divorced her. My wife makes a heated comment that she doesn't trust the woman's x-husband. I have to think for a moment to remember who it is, but when I do remember I nod my agreement.


Taking the train
I'm with my oldest daughter in the car, driving to the subway station. I have some kind of thought about rerouting the major roads to be more direct, but when I picture it on a map, I realize it won't work. We're waiting at a light inside a steel and concrete structure. The ground is a steel mesh. My daughter is excited because it looks neat, but I'm not because it's hard to drive on the stuff (you have to pay a lot of attention to make sure you keep going straight). Up ahead, the passage turns 90 degrees to the left.

Now we're on foot in a hallway, waiting for the train platform to open (a physical gate is blocking the way). There are a couple dozen people ahead of us. I'm telling her that we'll need to hurry if we want to get a good seat on the train. I realize that, since we have to wait to get onto the platform, this is clearly the beginning of the rail line, so they should park the train here for a while, meaning we should have an easier time getting good seats.

Now the gates are opening. They're sliding straight into the walls, multiple segments going different directions. It's actually a really ycool effect.

Now we're walking on the platform. I don't see a waiting train, though I do see a bunch of trains nearby at the train yard. The platform is C shaped, wrapping around two different tracks. I don't know which track we need, so I look for signs. Walking on one arm of the C, I see machines that look like coin operated newspaper dispensers, one of which has the line's name. This isn't the one we need, so we walk to the other arm of the C. The sign there shows our line.

Now the train is here, and I'm boarding; except my daughter isn't here any more, it's my coworker Scott K.

Now we're on board. I'd been planning on taking the first row, since that's what my pastor had advised; but going in, the first row doesn't look that special, and something actually turns me away from it. The last row is pretty special, though, wrapping around from one side of the car, along the back, to the other side. It even looks extra padded, in black as opposed to the gray of the rest of the seats. It's clearly popular, since a bunch of people head straight for it. A couple of people head for the first row, too, so we end up taking the fourth or fifth row. We're close to the middle of the car - there are fewer than a dozen rows.

Now we're on our way. Nearby, a group of coworkers is talking. D?? is saying something about thirteen being unlucky. I turn and say that sometimes thirteen is considered to be the luckiest number. The other guys seem a bit skeptical, but D?? laughs at the idea, saying that anyone who thinks that thirteen can ever be lucky is in for a world of hurt.


The new van
Frank is driving the rest of us somewhere. At the bottom of a hill, he has to pull off the road for some reason. The rest of us get out as well. We were in his car, an older-style red SUV. A sedan comes down the hill, slows, and continues off the road straight for us. It stops at the last moment, coming within inches of driving over my oldest daughter's foot. The driver - a woman - gets out and asks Frank for some kind of assistance. Something seems a little fishy, so Frank and I try carefully to find out more about her. In the end, we figure out the car was stolen from one of the houses on the hill. We get the owners of that house to come out and check, and the husband quickly recognizes his car. He runs a car dealership, so he knows things most people don't, and he's able to recognize his car's VIN. His wife comes up to me with tears in her eyes and gives me a big hug. I hug back, though it feels a little weird; I know she's doing it partly out of gratitude, partly out of shock from having her car stolen. Eventually, she breaks off the hug. She doesn't fully break contact, so I keep a hand on her shoulder as well.

Now I see Frank driving down the hill in a new vehicle. It's a van, courtesy of the dealership owner. It's not much to look at, being rather blocky, but it's large, so it should fit my family nicely.

Now I'm walking around inside the van. I'm amazed at how well everything is packed in here - I see a bathroom and at least four bedrooms, plus a kitchen and living area. I walk into the master suite and see that it's a number of rooms all in a row. The first room is a bathroom of sorts, with a sink, mirror, hair dryer, tiny wall-mounted coffee maker (I hope this isn't the only coffee maker in here), coat rack, and other odds and ends (but no toilet). Passing through there I come into the master bedroom proper. Past it I see a room with the toilet. I walk back out of the suite to the "hub" where all the rooms come together.

Back at the hub, I chose a different path. Now I'm in a room with two bath/shower combos side-by-side. I wish they'd put them in separate rooms with doors, but I know they were under severe space restraints, so I understand. I take a closer look at the left-hand shower. The curtain is clear, which I find odd in this kind of shared setup. Inside, it's deeper than a usual bath, going back about 5 feet. It's got some steps leading down into it. I assume there's a place inside to take off your clothes once you're in the shower (and somewhere to keep them dry), but it's not obvious from where I'm standing. There's a nice large shower-head on the wall, controlled by a normal looking shower knob. There's also a sprayer (controlled by its own knob), though it doesn't look very nice - it looks exactly like what you'd find on a kitchen sink. As I'm looking at it, I realize that water is coming out of it. It's not a torrent, but it's more than a drip. I pick it up and fiddle with it and its knob, trying to get the leak to stop, but I can't manage any improvement. I put it back down, resolving to deal with it later. I notice a funny construction on the front of the main knob and fiddle with it, causing it to shoot out a stream of soap. I'm impressed. Now I'm looking at the other shower. It's identical to the first, even including a leaking sprayer.


Arriving at the nurserey
I'm pulling into the small nursery near our house. It's not a very nice driveway - it comes off the street at an angle, going downhill, with a small parking lot to the right. I turn left off the road, swing down the driveway, then look for a parking space. The only space available is right next to the driveway, so I try to pull a tight U-turn to get into the space. I manage to avoid hitting the car next to me, but I run into a little warning flag right at the edge of the parking lot, knocking the flag off of its pole. Now I'm getting the kids out of the car. It's now a church, and some of the ladies have come out to help me. My wife wasn't able to join me today, and this is the first time I've been to this church, so I'm feeling very awkward.


Fragments
I'm sitting at a table with another man. He asks me who I work for, and I run through my usual story about where I physically work, then about how I was hired by a company that was bought out by my current company. After I finish, he starts to make me an offer. Now there's something going on in a convention center. I see some security people talking about preparations.

The dream wasn't as exiting as the first one, but either way...


[NOT LUCID]
Started the dream as JC Dention from the game Deus Ex, began walking down this hallway when I'm confronted by a few black "spies"(From spy vs. spy cartoons) holding yellow paint cans, I kill them with my pistol and grab one of their paint cans. I realized that as long as I held the can, they wouldn't bother coming after me so I held it and moved on. End of the hallway(Another about 20 steps) and it splits like a T and I choose to go right. I see some other guys holding a black can doing the same as the guys from the beginning and just let them do their own thing. At the end of the T is a door so I go through and it's a public bathroom. I keep going through more attached doors and stop and say to myself after taking a good look around, "I'm lucid dreaming." After I say that to keep the idea in my mind a few more seconds, I do a finger through palm RC(fail) and then a nose plug RC(Success).

[LUCID]
I went through the last door and found myself on the opposite side of where I entered in the beginning, but it all changed. The workers had almost finished and there were a few extra hallways(I figured out that my subconscious has a sense of time and progress too ) I turned right on the first new hallway I seen and watched as it was all finished, usually decorated with greyish black and a yellow line spanning the middle of each hallway. At the end, I reached a form of a library. I tried out a few different things such as a 1 fingered table grab(Slipped off lol), what electronics/videos looked like(Took special care not to give them TOO much attention as I've heard they don't really help staying asleep and lucid, and other stuff such as that.

So yeah, my second lucid. I'm pretty proud and I think I'll come up with an LD list of goals to try in my future ones

EDIT: Comments are appreciative as well as constructive criticism and tips/ideas for future LD's