non-lucid

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some 2D platformer, where i was moving around some green floating platforms and moving crates to make bridges appear. One of bridges was glitchy and worked in reverse.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was talking to somebody and we had some disagreement, suddenly various enemies from serious sam series started appearing and it turned into video game and i've had to fight my way through some rooms using double shotgun. There was one room with kleer skeletons being stuck in decorations. Then suddenly as i enter one of rooms i am back at home, i notice that there"s someone glitch-stuck in the wall and i feel that i am dreaming, i try to stabilize but dream fades out.

Dream 3:

I was playing some shmup that looked like something of Exceed series, closer to Exceed 3rd. There was a boss fight and boss was moving around the screen releasing easily dodgeable circular spread of red projectiles. Then boss suddenly releases dense circle f white projectiles, which i have to bomb, then i defeat the phase and boss moves to next one. Next one goes very similar to one Exceed 3rd extra boss pattern with 3 projectiles creating spinning waves of smaller projectiles. Then next pattern boss starts releasing alot of red projectiles by sides, walling down, and then semi-aimed walls of triangle projectiles. it gets ridiculous but i manage to dodge. Then last pattern goes off with circular projectile spam. I defeat the boss and message box with dragon talking appears and says that i should try higher difficulty level or something like that.

Dream 4(fragment):

I was looking out of window and noticed a brown dragon behind a tree.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was going through some dungeon.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was at some school place and there was something about magic, and then library.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was observing story in a world, which while being based on minecraft was not blocky. There was some kind of catastrophe and a pair of people were hiding in a semi-destroyed house trying to survive, then they rebuild it and notice lava under house. Then in some different place on the cliffside, griefers become invisible and punch someone passing by off the cliff.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was playing some fps game and there was a mission in the city. There was some enemies and i fought them using some weapons, mostly usual guns, then i was low on ammo and two enemy planes appeared. I waited out and they had bad AI, they ended up flying into each other. Ground enemies still kept coming though.

I just had to laugh - in my workbook I had been announcing to have had noted down a first dream - and I did - but I managed to write with pencil over a page, where there was already text in pencil..

This might take some deciphering - or not be possible, because it was some hardly readable criggle as well.
I have to say - it was more so the night before last night - so I didn´t wite on DV at all then - the topics and interactions with my DC´s are getting more complex and more down to the core of my person, it seems.
Very personal things.

What I could do is keep the general outline and describe some stories within the stories, which I deem relatively "harmless" for public consumption.

I´ll do that with the second dream.

I also came across a thread of BrandonBoss, who provided the following mask - I will use it better adapted for tonight´s dreams - for now:

Date: 05.11.13
Total sleep: 9.5 h (3 am - 12:30 am)
Daytime Techniques: taking oddities but also random times, when something ever reminded me to ponder, how I and reality were influencing each other - how I was really there and then and thinking 10 min. back about the same.
Lucid Techniques: no - didn´t "want" to (??)
Recall Techniques: criggling notes in between dreams, posting snippet, workbook and in here
Fell Asleep: before the second dream started - maybe at 10 am
Dream Title: first one - lost - second one: Buying a Flat in Munich
Dream:
I was living in Berlin, but visiting Munich to go ahead and buy a flat together with a guy I did not know, but he was there to meet me later, and a friend from school had arranged the contact. No idea, why and how I thought, I had the money - I was still a student in my understanding and apparent age - there even was a short episode of me pondering this - there was a slight insecurity, if I really could do it - but everybody else seemed to think so..
A beautiful art nouveau house - not in good care though.
And opposite the "Hofbräuhaus" - hilarious - that´s the most famous beer-brewery + pub in Munich - neither it nor the area looked like it is in reality - but not far away either.
That made me think - great - if somebody visits me from out of Bavaria - they are going to find it for sure..
I arrived early - and found that a friend of mine from Latvia was squatting there by coincidence.
He´s been doing this in Berlin in the past, when this was a common phenomenon in Berlin after the wall fell, and lots buildings were derelict..

Later the school-friend and the guy arrived - and two more people - very much later an ex of mine as well.
I will leave out the personal interactions, but we had actual conversations and interactions, that did make - at least partly - quite a lot of sense and were almost pure positive - that´s rare, as far as I remember..

The interaction with the people was besides the scenery - why I liked the dream so much.

Hole in the story - but not my memory..

Yeah - not much more on offer - only - the flat was having 6 rooms - one was a normal room with a bathtub in the floor etc. - and it was still having stuff from the owners before (probably died - it was stuff you imagine old people have still from around the time of WWI - beautiful chests and jewellery and books..
In between I got a little lost in some gathering-together what I like - but I got off it..
Yeh - and more and more exits and surroundings were accessible - like a meadow and a shore to the river or a rocky path leading into further meadows and woods from a small window, a cafe, which could be reached over a gallery around the front of the house..

Awake: twice in between dream two with maybe max. 10 min. and twice non-lucid re-entry into dream 2 - and finally got up 12:30
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 11
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) hm - non-lucid - otherwise I would say - really quite aware and stuff very logical, actually; not acquainted to think along this 1-10 of awareness there - maybe a 7?
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) It felt like a day from a bit before noon to maybe 9 pm
Emotions: a bit of worrying and a bit of being unsure how to react to offers/statements I received - but mainly happy, looking forward, feeling sympathy and a bit more, wondering and liking what I saw
Dream Signs: Only planned in this case but - removals - but first time about actually buying something to live in and no problems - well - almost none with getting stuff sorted
Friends from school involved shortly
An ex-boyfriend arriving late at the scene
A city I used to live in
A flat and the surrounding country/city not following logics a lot

I dreamed about abandoned, crumbling, overgrown overpasses and train tracks through the wilderness. I clung to the bottom of one, like monkey bars. Some friends and I went into the wilderness to explore, but we were afraid of getting lost. We ran across another group of people. In our explorations, we cut through a lot of grass and underbrush, and I was worried about the impact we were having on the landscape.

I then dreamed that I got a job at a shop in a historic section of a city. It was a job at a candy shop, and it was partly commission-based. My mother didn't want me to take it. She said the area was "too dangerous".
I was at the outside cafe section of a nearby restaurant when I went lucid. The restaurant was inside of a converted Victorian style house. When I realized I was dreaming, I immediately went inside to look for a specific DC I really wanted to see. I didn't see him. Instead, there was a waiter who was in his late 30s but mostly bald. I covered my eyes and tried to imagine that he was the DC. When I uncovered them, he had changed a little bit; his face had morphed, and was a little blurry, and tufts of hair were coming out of the side of his head, and he looked a little... melted. I got very frustrated.
I recall that my surroundings were hazy. I recall the restaurant having a lot of dark wood in its decor, and being a fine dining/upscale sort of place.

Review:
I think I went lucid because I realized the area I was in was unfamiliar and I did not recall how I got there, and this was a cue that I was dreaming. I have also just randomly gone lucid a lot out of "habit" - I am used to habitually questioning reality, now, so I also do it while I am dreaming as well, which I suppose is the whole point of ADA. This has led to a gradual but measurable increase in lucid dreams. Three years of practice are finally paying off.

For anybody who is just getting started, remember this: it took a year and a half of trying before I had my first lucid dream.

I need to work on remembering to stabilize and observe before trying to do anything. I've been frustrated at the haziness of my lucids lately, but I also have not been observing and stabilizing as I ought to. I need to work on vividness and stabilization. I miss the beautiful landscapes of my first few lucids... I've stopped observing and gotten too impatient, and it's backfiring.

I try too often to exert direct control. I think my attempt to change the waiter may have been a tad too direct. I still wouldn't call it a complete failure - I did succeed at partially changing his features.

Things I could have done:
- Asked the waiter to seat me, sat down at the table, and waited for the DC I was trying to find to show up at the time we'd agreed on.
- Continued to look for the DC in the crowd.
- Looked for the table that I knew the DC was waiting at.
- Used the restaurant doorway to go somewhere that I knew the DC was at (scene change).
- Reached behind myself and felt for the DC's hand.

So, tonight will be another night - and hopefully, another lucid. I need to remember to use my environment to my advantage.

My dream started with me waking in my home. It was one of those dreams that feel so real, you don't question things. I walk into the kitchen and start trying to lift things with my mind. I would extend my hand, then exert some force, and I could get some objects to shake. I played around a bit,, excited about my new found powers.

There were 3-4 other people in the room, friends of mine. I put my hands on one of their shoulders, and made my body fly up so I was hand-standing there. Eventually I figured out how to keep gravity the direction I wanted it, at least for a bit, and spent time lying on the ceiling. It took some effort to stay up though.

I then learned of a school rumored to help people like me learn to use their powers. I was suspicious, but decided to go to it. Some of my friends tried to dissuade me, but I went.

I met someone from the school out front of it. It was in the middle of a field of tall grasses, golden yellow in the November sun. He brought me passed a gate, small wooden one connected to a low fence like you would see around a garden. I probably could have stepped over it (I"m 6'4") or flew, but it felt impassible and I felt trapped. I was taken into a prison like school. We stayed in cells most of the day, had a 2 meals a day and a recreation time. That's it. And we couldn't leave.

I made friends with the cook, a big African man who prepared lunch. I overheard him talking to himself in Japanese, and when I went to get my food, asked for it in the same language. He was surprised and we bonded over our shared language. (The cafeteria only offered sushi, which was the only bright spot about being there.)

After a short time (Though I felt days had passed) I went out into the yard alone, and something strange was happening. There was a strange purple light, and the plants were growing bigger in a twisted kind of way. I debated just leaving and hoping it would give me an opportunity to escape, but the plants felt ominous, and I decide I couldn't leave them.

I focused and somehow was able to cut off the source of the strange light, and turn things back to normal. (Whenever I used any of my powers, it felt like I had a muscle I never new I had somewhere in me that I was using, or possibly a part of my brain.)
I ran inside and told them I was leaving. I talked to the cook, and he decided to come with me. We went into the tall gold field, and up to the fence. We then opened a large gate I had never seen before and left.


Thats the end of what I remember, but I found it very interesting that I was using abilities that I had wanted to learn to use in my Lucid dreams. Lifting things, changing gravity (Flying is natural for me, but I've never sat on the ceiling before) ect. I just Kind of wish I had become lucid, but if I had, I would have gotten less practice, and my dreams don't last as long when I'm Lucid. Yet.

Last night I ask my DC what was his name. He stated, "My name is Brandon...Brandon Boss...and yours?" I thought to myself, "Boss? Who the hell do he think he is? What an arrogant asshole! He doesn't deserve to know my damn name!" Then I sashayed my fine ass away from him so he could see what he was going to miss by trying to get smart with me...I'll show him damn it!

WTF!!!!!

3rd person, I'm looking down at a wide stone staircase in a castle, and descending the stairs there's this woman wearing buckskin who I think of as some kind of hunter, she's talking with the king. She's saying the words "-get our answers."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm taking my IRL youngest sister, L., to the sands to get her first dragon. (Relevant to upcoming IRL event today, sans dragons.) (Edit: Nevermind, the IRL event actually did wind up involving dragons. Or the word 'dragon', anyway.) I was talking with a few older relatives about the dragons, and L. kept trying to hurry us up, anxious about getting there in time to see the dragons hatch; but for the rest of us this is all old hat, so we wasted time talking, and now we're running late. We keep telling L. that it's fine, we'll make it on time, and even if we miss the hatching you've still got a window of a few hours after the dragons hatch to bond with them. But when we get down to the sand, the eggs are already gone. We have to catch up with the hatchlings in the barn instead.

Before we leave for the barn, I see what I think of as a king cobra in the sand - it's huge, as wide as a person, which I think of as normal for king cobras. I pick L. up and there's a chase sequence that ends with me tossing the snake over a wall, but then I notice a scratch on my finger. It must have bit me.

I can tell I'm starting to pass out. I go inside a house and find my IRL sister S. with a friend of hers, and I tell them about the snake bite and ask them to call the hospital or treat it somehow. The friend takes my hand with the bite and looks at the veins, which look broad and red and cloudy, like they've swollen or burst under the skin, and she gets me some cream to put on my skin. I recognize it as some ordinary skin cream that's not going to help, and I try to convince S. to take me to the hospital before I pass out.

(Woke up with my hand hurting where the snake bit it - turns out I really do have a tiny scratch there IRL, might be a papercut. Just after I finished writing this down, I got a phone call from S, letting me know she'd been taken to the hospital on account of almost passing out from unknown causes. A few hours and a not-too-serious diagnosis later, I tried to get a little more sleep.)

I'm lying in bed in some mansion, with a few of S's friends around bothering me until I get up and go somewhere with them. As I walk through a doorway into the hall, I realize this is a dream. It's not as vivid as I'd like - I can see everything fine, but it doesn't feel quite real, more like watching something on a screen - so I try a mantra to make it more vivid. Instead, everything disappears. (In retrospect, that seems obvious. I was focusing on the words instead of the surroundings.)

Next scene I remember is a woman using the family name Gale, returning to a Spanish-style house on the west coast, overlooking the sea. She's lived here a few times over the years, and for a moment I see it in sepia tones and with flowers in the windows, as she's remembering an old photograph from when she'd first lived here with her two daughters, before she became immortal. She's thinking that even though she's coming back earlier than expected this time - something on her mind about trouble on the east coast - she was still gone long enough that she can pass herself off as her own cousin.

non lucid
*Sitting in a car with my dad I was touched to realized my dad wrote a children story about me and my brother. How we use to astral project as a child, which in real we both remember doing vividly. We remember flying from tree to tree in are backyard.

*I got into a violent fight with my step brothers. I bashed there head into tables and punched them repeatedly.

*I walked into a bar and all these old women hit on me and I was interested. Some older lady said he wanted to jack me off. haha They were kind of ugly so I kept moving.

Morning of November 4, 2013. Monday.



This is one of those environment-influenced dreams and likely has no other associations. My dream is semi-lucid, but I am still “locked into” the events and activities. It starts by someone flushing the toilet (I am in the kitchen when my dream starts), the action of which seems to do something to all the pipes throughout the entire house - causing all the water to stop flowing. The house seems to be some sort of strange variation of the one on Loomis Street, but is not really much like it. There is a clear awareness that all of the pipes are suddenly empty of water, which causes a strange blast of heat to fill all of the pipes, which then appear collectively (especially in the kitchen) like some sort of large element on a stove top. I even hear a sound somewhat like air rushing through the pipes and a slight awareness of furnace sounds.

Somehow being able to see down into the floor, I see all of the pipes glowing red. Eventually, the outside of the house is on fire on the north side and my brother-in-law goes out to try to put it out with the garden hose. The fire is very even and burning horizontally along certain sections. I am not that alarmed (being semi-lucid) but am still concerned about valuable documents being burned up. I notice a few even rows of fire on a bookshelf. (This is very different than a fully lucid dream I had fairly recently, where I had indulged in enjoying the fires in the house and the view of ashes of books and such.) My sister mentions that the fire is spreading everywhere. I use the hose myself and we get most of the fire under control (somehow causing the fires inside to go out at times by spraying the outside of the house, but not fully, and I worry a little about water damage on top of the minimal fire damage thus far if too much is sprayed indoors).

Meanwhile, an unknown person is following another unknown person around down the street (both males), asking him about where he had hid the remains of Saddam Hussein, making references to it being inside a vertical pipe on that street. This dream seems to reflect a phrase my mother used when it was really hot (as it is in real life right now), saying that “this house is an oven”. Again, it seems very relevant as the plumbing pipes throughout the house actually seemed to serve doubly as oven elements for some reason, but it got out of control.

In another, earlier part of my dream (or one that came just before and slowly merged into it) I am traveling by taxi to some sort of unknown area with a wide street and connected parking area that looks like it is mostly made up of businesses, but there is a hint of a park nearby and possibly a large river (Black River in La Crosse?). The driver is a short Hindi man of about thirty. The false history of my dream implies that he had driven me to the same location on a number of different days, but I had only thus far given him one dollar for this particular ride. It seems that the man is somewhat sarcastic about my potential to pay him for his service. I take out a twenty-dollar bill (seeming to have at least a hundred in my wallet) and give it to him and it makes him very surprised and grateful. Of course, in these times in this region, twenty dollars relative to riding in a taxi is hardly anything and likely would not even cover two shorter trips.

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Side-note Third-person Dreamsign Missed opportunity

Rambling dream
As I'm driving out of my neighbourhood, I see a police car sitting in someone's front lawn. I realize he's running a speed trap and check my speed, realizing I'm doing forty in a thirty-five. I let off the gas, and I'm surprised when the car suddenly slows down to about twenty. The last thing I wanted was to look suspicious, so I try to get back up to exactly thirty-five, but I have trouble doing so. I keep checking my rear-view mirror, but he's not following me. I make it to the turn onto the main road, but a lot of cars are coming, and it takes a while for a break to appear. As I'm watching for a break, I keep watching my mirrors, and I finally see the police car coming around the bend, though his lights aren't on. A small break has appeared in front of me, so even though I would normally wait for a larger break, I dart into it to make sure the police officer can't get right behind me and turn on his lights.

Now I'm driving along the main road. I forgot it's rush hour, so everything is very slow. I see a lot of school kids being let off in a parking lot surrounded by really shabby looking businesses. Other stuff happens here?

Now I'm on my way to somewhere to help the police crack a case. I've already spoken to someone about this, and he advised me to do it, but to be very cautious, to make sure the criminals involved don't try to take me out and to make sure the police don't decide to use my presence here to frame me and call the case closed.

Someone else has arrived at the scene. He's stuck, somehow, unable to leave, and he's trying different things. Finally he decides to try on a pair of headphones. I want to call to him not to do it, but I know he's going to do it, that I don't have any control over what's going on here. For a moment he holds the headphones a few inches from his ears, and I can hear something normal plus something grating just on the edge of hearing, and I realize the thing on the edge of hearing is some kind of mind control signal. He puts the headphones on, and instantly his reflection in a nearby window changes, adding a goatee that wasn't there before. He notices it and jumps. He tries removing the headphones, but the goatee stays, so he puts them back on. A woman talks to him. By the end of whatever she says, he's agreeing with her.

Now she's showing him visions of women, floating in the air in front of him. The vision starts out as a beautiful woman, but then certain aspects start to morph. Sometimes the face changes, sometimes the body, sometimes the arms. Some of the forms are very attractive; others are very ugly. One form has arms which are so emaciated that the shape of the bones is visible. The headphone woman tells him that he needs to appreciate all women, no matter what they look like.
Now he and a friend are back at his house. The friend is notorious for doing stuff that causes small explosions in his basement, doing minor damage, and he hopes that doesn't happen today. Today, they're both wearing powered exoskeletons, courtesy of the woman on the headphones. For some reason, the friend tries to slam his arm into the wall; all he does is hurt himself. There's something about a Back to the Future reference.

Now they're outside. The man is telling his friend about something the woman told him: that it's possible for people to change which of their genes are expressed. For instance, a man of mixed race could choose to express the genes of only one race or the other, changing his color. The man wonders whether, since men are a mix of X and Y chromosomes, a man could choose to express only the female genes and turn into a woman.

Now I'm outside with one of the guys, trying something else the woman talked about. I have a plastic chainsaw mounted on two wheels with a long handle; as I push the contraption around, the wheels drive the chainsaw (it's like a reel mower, but with a chainsaw). I'm not actually touching anything with the chainsaw, but I'm managing to crush a lot of plants. Somehow, this has something to do with homoeopathy, but I thought the idea was to take the essence from one plant and give it to another, not just to crush everything.


Possessed by a program
A teen / early twenties man is recounting the story of his father being possessed by a computer program. He knew something was very wrong when his father told him to call him Carl (his first name) instead of Dad. The program always made very sure to rub that in, and the son really hated that. I see the son is in a hallway in a restaurant, purposefully spilling something brown on the wall, then covering it with paint so it can't be seen. He didn't do it right the first time, so he has to do it again.

Now he's in a contemporary building, in a giant entry/atrium area. Now he's in a hidden back room covered with monitors. They're showing the "code" for the program, but it's just a bunch of really long numbers. He's wandering around the room, noticing some of the numbers, commenting on them, on their complexity, their subtlety. He notices one number containing one point six zero nine nine nine ... and realizes that was the string that was supposedly corrupt that drove a big part of the plot of what he had to do.


Moving day troubles
I see a snapshot, a still image, of a girl in the middle of a move, having trouble. She's at the top of stairs with some kind of furniture unit below her. I look closer and see a dresser on the landing above her. Now I'm there, along with some other people. I'm not sure if she's trying to move in or out. As I'm talking to her, I realize she's moving back in after being gone for a short while. She's trying to re-glue something on the unit while it's still laying on the stairs, but she's not hopeful that it'll work right, since there's already too much dried glue in the spot - something that happened when she was moving out of here a few months ago.


Boarding house infiltration
Three women and a man are role playing. They need to infiltrate a boarding house. To fit in better, they're wearing clothing that's a little rough though still clean. They're in the boarding house's entry room, talking to a motherly old woman. Behind her is the locked door that leads into the boarding house proper. To her right is a dresser with some odds and ends on top. Somehow, the man knows how this scenario should play out: there's a key on top of the dresser that they can use to get in, if they can bluff the woman well enough. As one of his companions is talking to the old woman, he glances around casually, as if just taking the place in, and can see the key to room 321 on the dresser. Another man shows up, one who stays at the boarding house. The old woman asks us to wait while she deals with the newcomer, who's lost his key yet again. She ends up riffling through one of the drawers in the dresser; the man can see that the drawer is packed to overflowing with pairs of jeans.

Now the newcomer and the old woman are gone, and a slightly younger woman is in her place. The man in the party is looking for an opportunity to get the key, and when the woman turns her back, he manages it. With the key in his possession, he's able to bluff the woman into thinking they belong here, and they get inside.

Now they're in room 321. One of the women is in the bathroom, taking a shower. The man starts to undress, then stops, deciding to look around first - he doesn't like the feel of this place. Turning around, he see the door to the hallway to his left and the door to the balcony straight ahead. The balcony door has a keyhole on the inside, but the hallway door doesn't have an obvious way to lock it. He opens the hallway door a crack and looks out, seeing another room across the hall. The outside of the door doesn't seem to have a keyhole either. He closes the hallway door and examines the balcony door. He starts to try the key in the lock, then realizes he only has the key head: the shaft is missing. Looking more closely around the lock, he finds the shaft. When he brings the head and shaft together, they glow for a moment and are joined into a working key.

I tried SSILD between the first set of dreams and the boarding house dream

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was looking out of window and there were much more 1-floor buildings outside, there was 'carpet' of very unnatural looking grass on top of one of it and various birds were landing here.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some game and there was an option to use dragon player model.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was at K.'s home(Which i've never seen) and apparently it was my home too? There were many rooms and we were moving stuff from one to another.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was reading a review of a bizarre video game that was some platformer themed about pole dancing and stuff like that.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was playing some rts.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was playing some game and i was assaulting enemy base. There were huge guard towers and i've used heavy machine gun and flares that summoned kamikazi paratroopers.

Dream 5(fragments):

I was playing pretty dark 2D platformer with no vertical scroll.

Dream 6(fragments):

I was playing some RPG game with player classes, coop together with SilentEternity. Game graphics looked anime-ish and we were easily fighting through enemies and bosses. Then there was final boss, a witch, which was huge difficulty spike in game and had 999 HP, we tried changing player classes and in last attempt managed to get her down to like 500.

This was a really big dream , what you'd get here is a fragment.

So, our family is going to a hill station , in a fantasy world. Scenario changes to another one where I am besieging a city square bazaar , here people are really packed , we are waiting , for the people to get done of the preparations we need to live in the central building as our headquarters . Here we keep ordering stuff to the people. So , finally we move in the building . Father tells that he chose this because it is in the densest population areas and if we were to be attacked , it would take a lot of time for people to come and we can then escape through the secret route .
Now , the scenario changes back to my family trip. We are almost near the town we wanted to reach . We move in to a small floor in a rented house in the middle of the town , I don't know why but we're wanted by some people. I roam around the town for a while figuring out something , I come across a woman , who was my family's enemy . She chases me towards a dead end hill (note that we're not running on streets but jumping from rooftop to rooftop , there are houses with slanting roofs) . Finally , I get tired of running and I fire an energy wave at her , which makes her badly injured. At that time my mom comes and says " good that you pawned her. Now we can live in her house while she in rotting in the prison." The pixie opens a door into her house , but it is too small , so I make the door bigger by merging few cells in it. We move in , our butler takes care of all the needs .
Now the scenario changes again, this time I am a prince , my father and a king residing in one of my towns, decide to host a race . I would be on a horse and I'd be racing through the town , while behind be there are three men (hired ninja's) who would have to catch me. The winner decides the kingdoms fate, I start galloping on my horse while there are three disheveled men behind me. I take turns , trying to have them lose my track. I jumped over food stalls in the bazaar , take turns into alleyways , I see only two of them behind me. I hop over a stall , creating a jam on the alleyway , one of them breaks down , panting. I gallop my horse and make it spin in between of a fork road , it appears like i am going straight but I turn , making the second guy crash into a stall. I go to the finish line and find a crowd waiting for me just before the finish line.
Scenario changes again , this time there is a prince standing few feet from me and I am in disheveled clothing. I have the chance to win the race , just by touching the prince who is proudly addressing his victory , but then I stop , I don't do it and the prince wins the race. Scenario changes again , I am now looking at a map with 4 icons , men who are fighting for the throne , the kings didn't follow what they had said regarding the race. The prince is badly injured while his father dies , the prince runs away.

I wake up. I learn't how to change the DC i control along with subconscious flying. The dream was semi-lucid , I was like living through a story.

I don't remember much of this dream.

What I can remember is being Tommy Pickles from the Rugrats. Just like in the series, I had a tendency for exploring and worrying my mother (Didi Pickles)! They took me to a school concert (Maybe Angelica was there singing?) and I wouldn't sit still, and kept finding my way around the set.

My family was moving into a new house, and this dream was all about ambiguities as to what came with the new house and what did not.

For example, when we first move in, the previous owner's teenaged or young adult son is still there. Are we expected to live with him or not? He seemed friendly enough, mostly watching TV. We though it was an awkward situation, and thought it might not be appropriate to ask the previous owner to clarify.

Then there were the bunk beds and lots of other furniture and other stuff. Would those remain in the house? The bunk beds would be convenient because even though we do have our own, but these are hard to disassemble and reassemble, so it would be convenient to keep the previous owner's bunk bed. The same is not true though of most of the stuff, since we have a lot of our own, and need space to move in. The previous owner arrived (at first it had been just her son), and her first answer was that everything stays, but then she said she might pick everything up to take with her tomorrow, even the bunk beds. But if something stays we are welcome to use it. I said "As if it were our own?" That ruffled her feathers apparently because no, it appeared the stuff would remain hers even if any staid, and should be treated as such.

Then there were the kids. At some point the living room was full of kids tumbling with each other, mock fighting, and having a great time. My own were included, but lots more. I said to the previous owner. Your kids and my kids appear to get along well. She said that those were not her kids. They were the neighbor's kids. I said, oh good, so we get to keep them. The answer was no, though, apparently the neighbors were moving too, and the ambiguity there was whether the previous owner and neighbor would be moving together or independently.