non-lucid

I am in a combat situation. I am fighting this man; I know I have no chance against him, yet I still fight.

I am eventually defeated, but he does not kill me. Instead, he takes me for his own, imprisoning me for an indefinite period of time. I have no clue how long I am in this prison. All I know is I am not given enough nourishment in this place, and am slowly growing frail.

The man comes around and takes me out of my prison, bringing me to this place of glass. The entire building looks modernistic, yet all of the walls are made of glass. I am alone in this particular room, except for the armor in the corner I am to wear later, but I can see a group of men talking in another room. If I listen closely enough, I can hear what they're saying. They're talking about an upcoming fight, about how tough this contender is, and how this girl doesn't stand a chance.

Through listening to them, I realize I'm being set up for a fight with someone. Really, in my condition? What fun is fighting a weak girl?

While being frustrated about this and awaiting my "opponent", I hear a tapping on one of the glass walls. There is a rose, petals waving wildly, trying to get my attention!

I let the rose in, and is slithers into my room. It is a little worse for wear, most of the petals having wilted away. That doesn't seem to detract from it's spirit, however, because it starts talking really fast as if it has so much to say in a short amount of time.

This is the part I barely remember, sadly, but the rose tells that I need to leave immediately, that this was a setup, that this would lead to permanent damage. Then, the conversation turns strange. It actually answers a question I've been asking every night before I go to bed. It tells me the location of someone I've been looking for.

It did not tell me the exact location, but enough for me to go on. It tells me I need to go to her, and help her, for she will need the training. The rose says more, but I no longer remember, as this was the tail end of the dream.

That's all I remember.

There was a bunch of Dinosaurs in a gray field, dinosaur bones were scattered all over the place.
A Green Dinosaur (I think it might be Beast Boy from Teen Titans) was talking to other dinosaurs across from him.
The Dinosaur that was in the middle shot a big red dinosaur with a laser.
"D(Can't remember full name but it started with a D) you's did this?" Green asked.
"You did this?" A red dinosaur mocked.
On the ground in front of the red dinosaur was two dead dinosaurs, one Blue and one Red.
One of the "Evil" Dinosaurs took a picture of Green and his companions.
Green and the others decided to leave by going into the RV, they start to leave, they forgot BMO (from Adventure Time) and his look-a-likes and they all yelled: "Wait!"
They chased the RV and got in.

I've been playing Skyrim a lot lately, so there's no doubt as to why this dream came about!

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I'm in the beautiful realm of Skyrim, trekking along the path, happy as can be. Then, suddenly, the great Greybeard Arngeir approaches. I've never seen him out of his home in High Hrothgar, so this is quite the oddity! (Keep in mind I was not lucid in this dream.)

Arngeir says he has something important to show me, something he's been waiting to show me for a long time. Confused, but curious, I follow him to the bottom of the mountain, then climb up the thousands of steps to Hrothgar and toward the Throat of the World.

Once we get there, I'm expecting to see the Greybeards' monastery, but all there is is a little modest house. Confused, I ask Arngeir what this means. He says this is an illusion, but an important one. He continues on, saying all the Dragonborns have come from a similar place, and eventually had no family to their name. Then he told me about "my" family, where I came from, childhood memories I had forgotten, etc. I ended up crying, then woke up.

Then I fell back asleep, thus came the next dream in this journal.

Whoa, long gap : (

Not great recall, coz short sleep. But had some fragments few days ago and today.

1. Somebody splits someones head with a sword. Right down the middle to the neck. Person is still alive, talking, and we are trying to match the halves by veins and other markers. I'm wondering how come this is so easy and how come it works. I have a feeling it shouldn't.

2. On a river boat. River is artificial canal, not too wide. And not deep at all, as I find out when a kid falls in the water and I jump after him. I come out all wet and I'm kinda surprised.

3. This was long. Now all I recall is me being at the airport. Walking with some group.

4. OP PMed me, she wants to come back.

Prepare for a long journal entry buckos because I finally got over my insomnia! More about that at the end of the entry.

Fell asleep at: 10:30

Woke up at: 7:30

[6-26-17]

I was in the restroom with an old acquaintance of mine next to me. Let's call him Andre. Andre (In the real world) wears the same jacket day to day and even has a facial scar too, and he was standing right next to me as we were washing our hands. Since I was never really friends with him in waking life I in turn didn't pay much attention to him in the dream, and went to English class(?).

Once there, Andre (After a little while) wanted to copy off my work since he wasn't paying attention. I gave him my notebook but then briefly took it back when I saw a drawing of something a little 'promiscuous' on it. Oddly enough it looked like it had been drawn on a digital format and looked really out of place on my notebook. Oddly enough the page had a yellowish tinge to it. If you've ever read the journals from Gravity Falls you'd know what I'm talking about.


Then it transitioned back to the restroom.


I was (Again) washing my hands and Andre was doing the same thing. When I was about to leave, Andre said, "Hey man why you leaving without me?" and gave me a handshake that transitioned into a fist bump. Both of us walked into the hallway and there was this girl he was talking to right next to him. I had a strange urge to go to the cafeteria and went in. The whole place looked pretty empty as a majority of the tables near the entrance I walked in through were gone.

I managed to walk my way through a majority of the area when my legs suddenly started giving out. My legs felt both a mixture of tiredness and weight as I struggled to lift them off the ground. I managed to get through somebody and saw another old classmate of mine talking about chickens and how people differentiated their age and sex through some biological method. I saw an old substitute teacher I had, then the dream ended shortly thereafter.



SIDENOTES

That was the night I finally managed to get back on track with my sleep schedule. Now that I figured out what time I usually wake up (7:30) I should finally be able to preform the CAT technique. It was kind of hard going to sleep before the sun went up but at least now I can get back on track.

Date of Dream: MON 26 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 141 - Separated Sections

Dream 141 A - Singing Makes Friends Become Fans
I forgot what happened at the very start of the dream. From the point where I do remember, I was asking for this random choir to be assembled. I eventually found out that they were having a rehearsal in my driveway. My friend JO was taking them and was getting them to listen to the song Panis Angelicus over and over again so they would no how to sing it. Eventually I came and took over the rehearsal. At first, I was going to ask them sing it but then I ended up singing it with them. Barely any of them were putting effort into the singing and instead, slowly left, one by one until there was no one left.

Then the screen showed up in the sky again, the one where I go on Facebook. I was chatting and I said something which I forgot. WB then ended up replying “that's where Karla gets all her fans from <3 <3 <3”. HL then added “No she doesn't have fans, only family and friends”. Then I answer in chat “Actually, WB's right...” I forgot the end of that sentence. Then WB said something else but I've forgotten that too. Once the sky screen disappeared, I took a walk up the hill and there I saw HL standing on some balcony, looking lifeless. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 141 B - The Lazy Day
This dream took place in my old house. My mum and I were in the dining room, talking about our plans for the day. My mum said she didn't want to go to Dandenong Plaza. I asked her why and she generally said that she was just too tired to go but I interpreted that as “she couldn't be bothered”. For some reason, I kept convincing her to go and so she eventually says to me, “are you planning a get together?”. I answered “no, if anything, I was only going to walk past today”. So then she caved in and said okay to going. I don't remember anything else about this dream.

Dream 141 C - Dream Guide In Peril
My mum and were at Dandenong Plaza and were just on level 2 after having Subway. We were planning to go up to level 3 to get the henna but then my mum goes missing for some unknown reason. I started freaking out and begging to have my calls for help answered by Dreamy WB. Eventually, this little girl comes toddling along. It was in fact Dreamy WB but she looked like only a little 8 year old with these buck teeth and an adorable look overall.

Not much happened before I didn't see her around either. At first, I thought she just vanished to help me invisibly but then that thought was soon replaced with the horrifying fact that she had gone missing too. Eventually, this boy appeared to help me that looked like he was around my age. He was tall, had spiky, white-washed blonde hair and was wearing a black coat... His name was Noah and he was claiming to be my boyfriend (in real life, I don't have a boyfriend) and replacement dream guide... He came to help me look for Dreamy WB. Every time I said something in a panic, he would always put his arm around me and say that everything would be okay.

We eventually went to see if Dreamy WB was anywhere on level 3 but she wasn't. I then lead Noah to this emergency exit area, like these tight corridors leading to a fire door. At one point, there was a lift in the corridor network and so I told Noah to turn back and that we were taking an alternate route. When I finally found the way outside, a bad feeling hit me, almost like I knew that my mum and Dreamy WB were definitely in some despicable danger and I was going to be kidnapped soon. There was this unknown male voice saying to me, “You see? The lesson is never to leave the plaza”. I then woke up.

Dream 141 D - Chaos At The Glen
My mum and I were planning to go shopping at The Glen. The main entrance to the carpark we usually go in was shut due to renovations of the shopping centre. My mum said there was another way we could get into the carpark. So she asked me to drive around the back and enter from supposedly Highbury Road. The road I was driving on was skinny and perhaps only a one way road, which we were driving the correct way which was a relief. Eventually, we had come across a thickly wired fence which was stopping us from going any further. I ended up sticking my hand out the window and successfully picking the lock with just my fingers. I then woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- My Best Friend (Interact with any Dream Guide)
>> Worked with Noah to try and find the missing DCs.
- Call The Babysitter (Successfully summon Dreamy WB)
>> Called Dreamy WB in distress, who came toddling up to me in the form of some small child.
- You Must Be Kidding Me (Experience something in real life after having a dream about it)
>> The main intention of events in the dream were eating Subway and buying henna... Did exactly that during the day today (writing this journal entry at night time).



This dream was a real booster for those dream trophies. From now on, as well as writing down what the dream trophy is, I may write a sentence or two on how I think I achieved it.

Also. Usually, the most dreams I've ever remembered in one night is 3 (So I've only been able to go up to C) but then I've smashed a world record here and have written down 4 (Up to D in my ordering system)! I wrote 2 dreams at 8:30 AM and then I fell back asleep after that and had 2 more, writing them down at my usual get up time, 10:30 AM.

Morning of June 26, 2017. Monday.



I am back on Loomis Street (where I have not been since February 9th of 1994 in reality) within a typically distorted dream-self identity of not being with viable memory beyond that of my eighteen-year-old self. I am in the living room of the Loomis Street house. There had been details that the world will be having strange weather, which has something to do with the sun. At first, my dream seems to be based on only unusual weather approaching, but not that threatening. However, the concept changes, becoming far more dramatic, before my dream ends.

My mother is alive and seemingly well and in the west bedroom of the Loomis Street house. I have no memory of her passing in 2002.

It seems to be afternoon. I am in a state where I decide to play around with the world itself by spinning the entire atmosphere, clouds and all, as fast as possible. That is, rather than causing Earth to spin faster or to slow down, it remains at its present rotation as I spin the sky around, north to south. The clouds are white and fluffy against a bright blue sky. The realism is extraordinary as I look out through the porch windows and watch the clouds dart across the sky as I willfully spin the atmosphere. I am doing this to show a few other (unknown) people what might soon be happening naturally due to the celestial events. This goes on for several minutes.

Eventually, the celestial changes come and the sky changes. Very unusual clouds appear in the sky. I sense people’s fear while not feeling threatened myself.

For a time, the sky looks much like an analogue television screen that is not fully on the channel. That is, there are diagonal lines and flickering bars across the sky. There is one very loud thunderclap. Looking at the sky again, it resembles an empty multicolored spreadsheet, with each cell randomly billowing downwards slightly, the whole expanse with somewhat of a wavering effect.

I know I should see my mother. She sits in her bed in her room and seems upset, saying how it is “the end of the world”. I do not feel any sense of fear or even concern for humanity. I calmly accept the fate of the world and of myself.

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It is obvious that this dream utilizes liminal dream control and originates mainly from my current conscious self identity and understanding of the dream state (virtuous circle effect) than anywhere else (even though I have no memory beyond my late teenage years while still within my dream). That is, I know I am creating my dream, and yet my dream self identity is not aware of this at a viable level. It partly comes from having looked at a childhood dream from 1971, that was in turn, based on having seen the movie “Crack in the World”, the childhood dream association of which also influenced at least one other dream of this date.

The evidence is not only obvious, but continuous on different levels. Firstly, I am able to spin the entire sky with no effort. Secondly, the sky then becomes like a television display not being on the channel. This is direct evidence that I view the sky as something I can willfully change as if with a television remote and that my thoughts are still based around liminal dream awareness. Then, the next stage utilizes an emergent focus on critical thinking skills (which do not viably exist in the dream state) when the sky then becomes like a multicolored spreadsheet, as if waiting for my conscious thinking skills to ascend and fill it with organized data. This same focus makes me subliminally aware of the waking symbolism - that is, dream state cessation as an “end of the world” metaphor (which has been a common form of waking symbolism since early childhood). (Why would dream cessation symbolism relate to the conscious self in a negative context? This is the ridiculous mistake I have seen people continuously make all my life with so-called interpretation, which I learned to dismiss at a very early age in light of truth.)

The fact that my dream self has no fear of this supposed end of the world is more evidence of liminal dream awareness and potential control being a major factor. Why should I care if my dream ends? It is a perfectly natural event. Even more obvious is the “return to bed” metaphor (yet another subliminal thread of acknowledgement of being asleep in reality), even though, in this case, it is typically distorted to a different time and characterization. The real puzzle still remains. What determines the status of my dream self (regarding altered age and time distortion factors)? What determines when and where any precognitive threads (or “input” from the collective unconscious or the Source) dominate the patterns?

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Morning of June 26, 2017. Monday.



I am in a school setting, but it is completely unfamliar in regards to the school I went to in reality and I am unsure of the implied location. On one level, it seems vaguely bilocated with the area near Loomis and Gillette streets, though not the real-life school (that I never went to).

I mostly spend time walking around with a young atypical version of Zsuzsanna, who seems more like a classmate around my own age. I give her love and attention, though in the background, there is the realization of many other students projecting an overall mindless nature in addition to a group mentality of no benefit to anyone, which she also seems aware of and does not want to be a part of. I refer to her as my “partner” when speaking to an unfamiliar male.

After what seems a long time, the scenario changes. I have picked up a broken globe. The globe seems to have been made at least partly of glass and is only about twice as big as my fist. It is in several pieces. A male that reminds me somewhat of Zsuzsanna’s father is on the other side of the room (though I have never met him in reality and only talked to him on the telephone years ago).

In a non-lucid state, I cause the broken pieces to hover in the air, with no effort other than basic thought. Soon, I decide to fix the globe. I cup my hands around the jagged variously-sized pieces after they are placed together. There is an incredible vividness of heat and steam flowing from the palms of both of my hands. I am clearly aware that this will reseal the globe, somewhat like welding, but more like melting the glass and then smoothly connecting all areas of the surface.

The steam and hissing coming from my hands does not cause any discomfort even though my sense of touch is otherwise enhanced.

The globe of the world is a smooth sphere again. The other male does not seem alarmed or even puzzled. This is somewhat unusual in that it is the reversal of typical dream cessation symbolism, though because of its vividness, is probably more about stabilizing my emergent consciousness factor in this case.

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This is one of a few dreams of this date that was directly influenced by looking back at a childhood dream from 1971, which had been influenced by seeing “Crack in the World” (a 1965 movie). This dream is more like the 1971 dream than the others. (In fact, many of the few hundred brief dreams of this sleep cycle’s beginning centered around the movie theme to some extent. The fact that I had only thought about the 1971 dream for a short time, and the fact I had not seen the movie for a long time, is puzzling in how much influence there is over a new dream which is otherwise completely unrelated to my present life status, and yet this is a very common occurrence.) Additionally, I now realize that I had also been looking at a photograph from a 1982 dream (“Apple Baby”), which is a close shot of a hand holding a large apple.

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[PRE-DREAM]

I did not get a wink of sleep last night. My older brother was watching television, I couldn't calm myself down, and the room was freaking hot as hell. Because of this, I ended up staying up until 12 PM! I did have problems with insomnia beforehand but they never escalated like this before.

[DREAM]

Because of this I ended up not having that many memorable dreams. I vaguely remember hearing some voices but whether that's because my overactive waking mind or not is left to be determined. I don't remember seeing much either, since it was drowned out by my waking thoughts and stuff.




[THOUGHTS]

I really have to fix my insomnia problem if I want to do the CAT method after all. Starting today.

I was at an orphanage. It was like I was watching a movie (this happens often. I wasn't one of the players). All the children were Thai. One was adopted. I forget
if he or she was male or female - maybe that part just doesn't matter.
Then, that one wanted to see his or her real mom. And then she showed up,
with white skin that looked wrong, as if the Thai skin was dyed white. She looked
like a monster. She looked like she was wearing a costume, someone
else's skin. I interpreted this dream to be a vision for all mankind: those who don't
believe in Jesus, who love evil and hate good, who have lust or greed, they are wearing
a costume of evil, and they merely need to shed that second skin, take off that costume,
and accept Jesus as their Savior and say goodbye to sin forever.

2017, 06-24

Nerimeno?

I am in a wide open green field. I look around to try to figure out where I am. I have no idea how I came to be here and I find that strange. I am thinking about doing a reality check when someone calls my name. I turn and see a man there with me, he looks Mexican and he also looks annoyed. He asks what I’m doing here. Without waiting for an answer, he says I’m not invited here, so I’d better get out before he gets really mad. I don’t find his threat very concerning so I just look at him. He seems to have an aura of dark energy, it looks like he is using dark energy. But what about his inner flame? I am seeing unstable dark energy that needs to be stable so I think I should use a song to help restore his inner flame and stabilize his energy. He asks what I’m looking at, then says my time is up. He’s going to kick my ass and he doesn’t care if I’m lucid!

He attacks me with a dark energy blade that he forms out of nowhere, moving as fast as lightning. I form my right arm into an Alex Mercer blade and block the attack. I am thinking I had better get his dark energy stabilized before someone gets hurt. I focus on the song Iron by Within Temptation to try to stabilize his dark energy by giving him a dark inner flame. “You can't live without the fire, it's the heat that makes you strong! 'Cause you're born to live and fight it all the way! You can't hide what lies inside you, it's the only thing you've known, you'll embrace it now and never walk away, don't walk away!” A circle of purple flames surrounds the man, burning up high all around him. The fire is absorbed into the man and is gone. I am wondering if that did any good.

I am approaching the man to check closer when a portal opens in the sky. A creature comes through the portal, it looks like a humanoid dragon, or a man with dragon wings… I see that the creature is bigger than any human I have ever seen, and it looks pissed. It flies out of the portal and speaks in a growling demonic sounding voice, its eyes glowing a demonic red color. The dragon snarls that Hukif belongs to him and he won’t have some fool like me coming in and interfering. I ask who the fuck he is and he says he is the one who will destroy me for my interference. The song by Within Temptation is still going on, and I direct the next part at the dragon. “You need not fear me, unless you are a dark heart… A vile one who preys on the innocent. I promise, you can't hide forever in the empty darkness, for I will hunt you down like the monster you are and pull you into the very bowels of hell!” The dragon comes at me, attacking pretty straight forward. It is clear to me that he doesn’t consider me a threat at all. I focus on the song Enter Sandman by Metallica and hit him with alternating dark and light energy that explodes like a mixture of matter and antimatter. He shouldn’t have underestimated me!

After the explosion clears I don’t see the dragon any more. I’m sure I didn’t vaporize the dragon, I could tell he was more powerful than that. Apparently I took him by surprise, however, and he has taken off to reconsider his plan of attacking me. The man there with me, the dragon had called him Hukif, is still more pissed at me. He says I need to butt out of other people’s business. He says he has never needed my help in dealing with Nerimeno, and he doesn’t need or want my help now! He tells me to go home and mind my own business. I tell him that as long as he minds his own business, I will do the same. But that means leaving MoSh and his inner world and everyone who lives there alone, too. He scoffs as if he would have no interest in such things but then says fine, if I will go away. I say that’s all I needed to hear. Everything around me fades to black and I wake up.

The Wolf

I was in Advanced Algebra (noticeably it was where my Website Design Class was and instead of computers there was just
desks.) At the end of the room (instead of a projector and screen) there was a mini hallway with a bathroom that had a
green door on it. I remember going to the bathroom and when I went out everyone was gone.
In the middle of the classroom there was a White Wolf eating my teacher. I ran out of the room.
I waited for the Wolf to come to me then I stomped on it's spine and it went limp.
I ran down the hallway and looked back and the Wolf was back up and it was eating someone else.
I went into a classroom at the end of the hallway and told a teacher that there was a Wolf in the Hallway eating people and the Teacher, he didn't believe and shrugged it off as a joke.

Just a Drive

I was at Home (Old House) in my room, looking in my dresser. I found a Blue and Black Jacket, which I remember a Asian dude gave it to me. I took my Family's Van and Drove Somewhere. I come back not knowing how to backup into the driveway.
My Brother comes out and tries to show me how to do it.
I tell him it's too hard "Why don't you try?"
He doesn't try. He drives to the end of the street and takes a right.
He assured me, "Our parents won't be back for awhile."
We went to a factory, I remember walking down some steps which I think we rescued a guy. We were back in the van, I was in the Back Seat on the Left and my brother was in Shotgun.
This dude with crazy yellow hair, sunglasses and weird clothing was in the driver's seat.
We started to drive back through this gate but someone recognized us and everyone at the gate started firing their guns which we dived out of the van and took cover.
-Time Skip-
I was back at home (our current house this time) and my Mother told me Susie went out to find the Cat that ran away.

Fragments

• I was at home, I thought about my mother's room how it has that staircase that leads to a whole other floor of the house
  and how creepy and abandoned it is. (I had a dream about this before, I guess I can remember other dreams in a dream)

• I was at School, Gym Class, I don't remember much but remember going in a weird locker with mats and lockers.

• I was walking on the sidewalk by the Superamerica.

• There was a guy with Ebola, he knew he had it, but he wasn't sick, just a carrier.
  He went on a plane and spreaded it just for a sick joke. Besides this, he liked playing Roblox.

Date of Dream: SUN 25 JUN - 2017



Dream No. 140 - The Course Ahead

I remember that I was at Chisholm TAFE again but there were also sections of a primary school and a secondary school on the same campus. I was walking around to kill time but at the same time, I was also looking for building W. I end up exploring one of the courtyards and in it, I see supposedly NN's mum and his little sister who had been made out to be three or four years old in the dream. Then there he was, sitting outside the courtyard, across on one of the perimeters of the garden beds. I didn't say anything and rather continued along the way. In another area, there was Ms McN and she looked very angry. She comes up to me sternly and says, “Karla! What are you doing? Get back inside!”.

So then I run into the nearest building and I see Ms Los. in the foyer. We spoke for a bit but I forgot what about specifically. I looked into the classroom ahead of her and saw high school students on computers as well as musical instruments scattered around the place... So I thought to myself that Ms Los. must now be teaching music instead of food and RE. I then head back outside and rush into building W as I thought class was going to start. I try and find somewhere to sit but no one wants me to sit next to them, not even N... He is completely ignoring and reading some sort of book on his desk. The teacher still hadn't come and so I decided to go back outside to kill some time. As I was out there, a group had come from Killester college for a visit and two of them handed me a handwritten letter. JSa's stated how Josh and Jenna from The Block had listened to my CD and the letter from the teacher said how the school was really missing me.

I went back inside and tried to find somewhere to sit again. People still didn't want me to sit next to them and so there really weren't any free spaces for me. I eventually found a space through, more towards the corner of the room near the back. The teacher had then come into the room and most of the class were slightly scared of him, my thought was, “all these strict diploma teachers”. He then spoke and said to the class that he should be the least of our worries as he was only the bookkeeping teacher and our main course was accounting.

Apparently we were then notified that we were not allowed to keep our bags in the classroom. I went into the foyer only to discover that there were no lockers anywhere. I then found out that everyone was putting them next to the wall, behind this curtain. I decided to go and put mine down but after I did, I couldn't shut the curtain to hide the bag. Then for some reason, I put my hand inside the bag and started pulling things out of it. There was so much stuff in there, almost like the bag was a bottomless pit. I ended up pulling out things such as a whole heap of wooden beads in the form of a bracelet, some kind of shell, a screwed up plastic bag, a banana... I've forgotten the rest of the objects. That's all I can remember about this dream.\



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

(L)x3 - DILDx3 | Hands, Zelda Maps, Young Link, Fortress, Lake, Houses, Gorillas, Guns
-1(L)-First lucid: I successfully increased my awareness. I then in the living room commanded my feet to turn into hands, and it worked.
-2(L)-Second lucid: nothing of interest happened.
-3(L)-Third Lucid: I looked at the complete maps some Zelda games.
Time: 1-3 minutes

-4-I remember that the dream was centered around OoT’s Gerudo Fortress, and when I got captured, I jumped out of jail as Young Link and got immediately captured again. I told mom to not get caught as I jumped out a second time, this time slashing and killing all the guards and getting some arrows.

-5-I remember being at the lake’s west side and looking at the weirdly built houses in bed locations. There was a blue one where the garage was above ground, floating and facing the lake. Another one was brown and a lot of its floor was hanging.
[New Scene]
Me and some other guy were running from four gorillas were trying to kill us. They followed us until we got our guns, which included a shotgun, rifle, and a pistol. The rifle did no damage so I used the shotgun because they killed the other guy I was with. It appeared that all four of them were dead, and I had no ammo. However, I was suddenly downstairs in the nearby house, and the last gorilla appeared, which I quickly killed my remaining pistol. Then suddenly, a friend showed up, and I woke up.

I was using my Wacom tablet and I was drawing one of my characters called Benn (He's basically an old-western bounty hunter) on Manga Studio 5. The screen was zoomed in on the ends of his pants, which are torn, and it looked like I was 80% done.

Then the dream ended. Though it does seem like that was only one part of the dream, not the whole thing. So, there's that.