non-lucid

I'm taking a bath when my partner leaves flat. I have to quickly get ready but have no car keys or anything as she has taken them.
There are some birds , a bit like flamingoes stuck in a sexual embrace Oo.
Next I am in a park at i'm now a child. It is some kind of play centre but it is lashing rain and there is nothing to do, All my stuff gets wet and im feeling tired but there isn't even anywhere to sit down that's dry.
I leave and get the tube and go into a dentists (?). There are two dentists and chairs on a split level room with stairs (everything white as usual).
I kiss the bald dentist on the forehead, he looks pissed off and I leave.
Last I enter a clothes shop where there is a lady with long curly fair hair, glasses and a long bead necklace.
I go up to her and hug her then start sobbing uncontrollably.

it feels like a release, it feels good.

I am in a huge underwater amphitheater with my father. The amphitheater is a glass dome under several hundred feet of water. Along with me and my dad there are several groups of people sitting in the bleachers. We are all waiting for a show to begin. Mozart begins to play as prehistoric-looking sea creatures in mid-evolutionary stages begin to walk out from a side door. The Mozart music is original hypnogogic permutations from my subconscious of his German marches from the Opera "Die Entführung aus dem Serail"

The creatures march to this music in the underwater amphitheater, and pause so we can pet them. Some of them look like gigantic mollusks. Others look like horseshoe crabs the size of dogs and huge, mutated crocodiles. They lumber across the aisles in perfect synch with the music. Among them is a big sawfish with legs. These are all prehistoric creatures. Sitting next to me with her arm around me is a sexy blonde woman. I have no idea who she is. She leans in very close and I can feel her breath against my ear. I am wondering who her boyfriend is, and also worried that my wife might see us. Meanwhile, the prehistoric creatures are crawling all around in front of us. I have to lift my legs to let them pass by. In the dream, I remember this as a strenuous exercise. My father is sleeping next to me. He is sprawled out across two chairs. He is wearing a shirt with back lettering, but the words keep shifting as I try to read what they spell. As I reach out to try to stop the letters from moving, he drowsily awakens and tells me to stop touching him. He actually says, "If you keep touching me, I'm gonna lay you out like I am." After he says this, three men in shorts come over to where we are sitting and try to wake him. They say, "Hello" to him at the same time, intentionally loud and obnoxious. He jolts awake. As they laugh, I assure my dad I had nothing to do with this prank. The Mozart, meanwhile, has gotten more pronounced and my attention is directed toward the gorgeous music. In a brief glimpse of lucidity, I realize this music is not real Mozart, but a figment of my imagination. I marvel at how beautiful and realistic my subconscious rendition of his operatic marches are.

Miscellaneous fragments from the same night:

1. I am explaining to my son how vitamin C works in boosting the immune system. I explain that the vitamin builds a wall through which the microbes are unable to pass. In my dream mind, I see a bubble wall collapse on a bunch of marauding bacteria.

2. I am on vacation in Russia, returning to the bungalow I rented. I am somewhere down by the Black Sea I think, in a coastal resort area. As I enter the door to my place, I notice some people on the road watching me. The walkway from the road to my door is a short wooden bridge, resembling a boardwalk. When I get inside my bungalow I look at myself in a mirror. I look like a pathetic tourist: red hat, white American tennis shoes, preppy shorts and a Hawaiian-themed shirt. No wonder people are looking at me! I am suddenly very conscious I may soon be robbed. Dreamt 1/27/2017

I am going around in a large city built by the side of a bending river interviewing at various locations for jobs. The first place I go to interview at is a very large skyscraper, upwards of a hundred stories tall. The building is very interesting in that the original shape of the building was a sort of cone that got gradually steeper as it went up. But apparently after the building was built a new company bought it and built a frame around it in the shape of a hexagon. So there was like an outer tower and an inner tower when you went inside and the two were connected by interior catwalks and the lobby of the tower ran all the way up the inner wall to the hundredth floor.

I go to the interview and it seems like this company would like to hire me, but I'm not entirely sure I want to be hired by this company. Simply by observing the social interactions I can tell that this company has some problems with income distribution and that at this company the CEO and higher workers get paid a lot while the people on the bottom who are actually doing most of the work are getting paid peanuts. I don't think the company is deserving of my skills but want to think things over. I decide to explore another job opportunity.

In the industrial sector of the city is a woman who owns an abandoned warehouse and some of the surrounding area. I meet with her and begin talking about her business. What her business does is not entirely clear, but it seems to be a cross of a design and sculpture firm and a recycling and scrapping business. She has a friend who works in a scrapyard and breaks down automobiles and other scrap into usable materials, as well as another friend. (A gigantic cyborg rat) who takes apart computers and electronics, and remakes some of the components into art projects, while selling some valuable things like gold.

I have a sort of informal interview with her, telling her that I will return with a resume and such at a later time but just want to get a grasp on what her company exactly does. She avoids the question and instead brings me hot chocolate. "I'd love to work here, and she seems to really want to win me over, but I doubt she can afford to pay me well, if at all." Our interview is interrupted by an official looking person from the city coming in and saying that the business defaulted on a loan and will be closed down in a week if they cant make up the money.

I very vaguely remember the woman embarking on a new conceptual art project. Her cousin is Benedict Cumberbatch and she wants him to pose naked in a public place with a picture of Lapis Lazuli from Steven Universe over his crotch. But she wants me to draw the picture that will be used, if I can, she will hire me and her business will get back on its feet so she can pay me.

We are testing the piece in a vacant office. I draw several pictures in different styles and mediums until I get one that the woman seems to think will work. The last thing I remember was we were playing Fallout 4 and talking about the game.

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I was with my dad in the front of my house. It was a clear summer day in the late afternoon. I looked up in the sky and saw that the moon had rings like Saturn. I recognized the dream sign and became lucid. I thought about how my dream dad usually doesn't like it when I get lucid so I decided to try and educate him about lucid dreaming.

"Hey, do you notice anything different about the moon?"

"No, the moon has always been like that, ever since the [vauge astronomical event] changed the solar system."

"No, the moon has never been like that." (More planets began to emerge from behind the moon, and the ringed moon begins to get larger.) "Because this is a dream; my dream. Everything I say and do is a product of my mind, even you."

He goes on to say that he doesn't believe me and insists that this is real.

"Look, anything is possible. In a dream you can go anywhere, and do anything. You see that planet up there? If I want to, I can fly to that planet." (Gesturing to one of the small planets that had emerged from behind the saturn planet.)

"You can do that in No Man's Sky."

"Shut up."

I decide to just leave him and show myself. I leap off expecting to fly there, but I begin to float back down and land on the roof of my house. I leap off again and try to engage my fire jets. I look over my shoulder and see them blowing out clouds of smoke and sparks. (I think they were even making sounds like a gasoline engine that wouldn't start.)

"You can't do it, see?" He yells.

"You're not in control of what I can and cannot do." I turn and focus on my destination. My fire jets properly activate with a loud crack and I shoot off out of the atmosphere and into space. The ringed moon is becoming a gas planet. As I got closer I tried to focus on the color. I wanted to see if I could control its color and make it be green, as there were no green gas planets in the solar system and wanted to see what my mind's interpretation of a green gas giant would be like. It turned into a green planet with some bluish bands and storms, and I thought "Close enough" without realizing that I was heading right at it. I tried to pull 'up' and fly over the planet's pole. I ended up glancing through the upper atmosphere for but a second flying through storms of swirling turquoise clouds before emerging on the other side and coming to a stop.

I looked around at the moon system of the gas planet. It had five major moons. I didn't take the time to look at all of them in detail; my eyes went straight to an earthlike moon (I think it was in the third or fourth orbit out) and flew straight at it. I was trying to focus on having spaceflight be steadier and not rocket me towards destinations so fast, but of course focusing on the negative schema only caused me to rocket forward once more, giving me only a second to slow down as I fell through the clouds and collide with the ocean of the planet.

After my crash I lost a great deal of lucidity and became semi lucid and stopped paying as much attention to the dream's plot. Somebody on the planet had found me and brought me to the planet's leader. The planet was populated by small, pale skinned, dwarf-like humans and their king/leader gave me a dinner of fried fish and potato planks, then sent me on a quest.

Marcus was there and he told me we needed a mode of transportation for the quest. He took me to a train yard and started pressing buttons on these steam engines and mechanical faces came out of the front of the boilers making them look like Thomas the tank engine characters. He got a silver steam engine and started driving it through these security gates while I held out a lance on the front of the train to break through them. The silver steam engine turned into a robotic velociraptor and started going the wrong way so we had to get off.

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The dream somehow gave way to us venturing through a dangerous mountain pass. The area we were in looked like one of those east-asian landscape paintings with the very exaggerated mountains. It was during a clear and starry night, but the light from the massive gas planet in the sky made it as bright as twilight. I was venturing with Marcus, a huge stone golem monster, and one of the Thomas the Tank engine engines. (Okay... once again... very interesting choice of characters.) I wonder what it is with dreams making trios of utterly random characters.

Regardless navigating these mountains was difficult. There was a floating cobblestone path but some of the stones would give way and fall to the ground if you put too much weight on them and I was trying to help the rock monster get across. At one point he fell and I grabbed him with one arm, and I wondered how I was strong enough to hold him up.

We managed to get to the next mountain where we encountered another animated stone figure, this one even larger. It attacked us, punching Marcus with the force to break the stone temple floor below us, then ran out of power and returned to being a static statue. I tried to pull Marcus away but his arm came off. When I looked at where it had been, I just saw very high tech looking mechanical parts and somehow knew that it was some kind of automated drone and the real Marcus was somewhere else.

The sky turned red and all the stars and planets disappeared along with the other dream characters. The sky was full of thousands of jet black shooting stars. A giant six-armed woman appeared and claimed to be the hindu goddess Kali. She showed me a purple blanket with gold embroidery of leaves and flowers going around the outside. It was made of some kind of indestructible silk. She then wrapped it around my head and face, leaving only my eyes exposed, tied it so it would stay on, then walked into the haze and disappeared.

I was now back in my house, standing at the top of the stairs. I undid the knot in the blanket and examined it. I thought I had woken up and was just hallucinating that the purple blanket still existed. I lost the dream for real into another short false awakening that I don't recall.

Last night I had one of my many recurring dreams. I was walking with my son, talking then all of a sudden there was a very big bear about 20 feet away. I just stopped. My son started to turn to run, but I grabbed him, and told him not to. As we took a cautious step back, keeping our eyes on the bear, of course it saw us. It started to come towards us, so I stepped in front of my son. We moved backwards faster, then I took a quick look behind us to see where we could get to that the bear couldn't. Then we were running...then I woke up.

The recurring part is the bear. Sometimes I'm with my daughter, or alone. Classic 'monster chase' I guess....

Last dream I had before getting up at 6 am. 3 days old

As far as I remember the dream "started" at this point.


I am waiting to get inside a restaurant with a couple of people. I know some of them but not all of them.
I was looking at the door, waiting to get inside, as if I knew someone was about to open it.
At this moment a group of yakuza show up behind us, their leader yells: "take one of their heads."
The dream was very vivid and I was scared out of the world cause I was sure it would be my head that would be cut off.
I remember being unable to move as if the fear had frozen me into place.
Surprisingly they cut off the head of their own members! (that I didnt get lucid here is really disappointing it was so unlogical)

They commanded us to get away from the door and stay on the yard in front of the stairway leading up to the restaurant entrane door. Apparently they wanted to collect protection money from the owners.
I bow slightly as the commander looks at me as he tells us this. He then proceeds to cut of my ponytail with his katana which doesnt scare me as much as before cause I feel kinda numb at this point.

As we stand there some of his thugs start moving in our direction. One of us panics and wants to run away from them, but I stop him as I was sure they would attack us if he would run away. One of the thugs singals him to stop as well, he yells something I dont understand.

The guy yelling is suddenly very close to me and draws a small knife. I start running away, drawing a katana myself. As I swing it at them I realize it has no handle and I wear thick iron gloves. It slips out of my grip and flies into them with little effect.

The next thing I know is me grabbing the knife guy and smashing him into the ground (since I wear heavy armor his small knife does not harm me). Now things start to get fuzzy. I suddenly have a sword again striking down multiple enemies.

Suddenly the fight is near the end and the only threat is a guy with two golden swords and heavy armor. I dont know where the commander of the yakuza is at this point, or the rest of his thugs.

The last enemy standing was one of ours I believe cause it felt so weird. Then he was overwhelmed and hit the ground. I step onto his swords with my heavy boots and disarm him.

It looks like we won the fight, I take the swords and sheathe them behind my back. Then I wake up.

Morning of March 1, 2017. Wednesday.



I am sitting in an armchair. I recall that there had been cheerful interaction with my family at a previous point. However, the setting firstly seems to be my Cubitis bedroom. The armchair is against the west wall, at the south end of my room (where no armchair had ever been in real life).

My room is somewhat dark. I begin to hear, seemingly from just outside the window, some sort of very unusual sound, almost like an electronic squeak (actually caused by subliminal awareness of a real environmental sound). I hear it a few times and eventually realize that it is someone in the front yard who is not supposed to be there.

I leave my room and walk around to the front of the house through the living room to possibly catch the imposer. At this point, it is still seemingly modeled mostly after the Cubitis house. However, when I open the front door, the area is completely different and unfamiliar, though my dream self does not register it as such (as I erroneously “recognize” it as our present address). Contrary to the implied Cubitis setting, there is no carport. There is no driveway or highway beyond. Instead, there is a huge front yard, mostly with very tall grass other than where it is short from about ten feet out from the front of the house. It now seems to be morning and I notice a beautiful blue sky.

I see a young unfamiliar male running through the front yard from my left (from where the noise was likely coming from). He seems to be very amused. He keeps running to the northwest, where there are more houses in both northerly rows and westerly rows. The house I am in seems somewhat isolated (mostly due to the huge front yard). I yell at him saying that I have weapons. He keeps running but I do not even think about chasing after him even though he seems to think I might while maintaining his seemingly cheerful countenance.

Looking at the front yard at the tall grass that is farther out, I also notice a clear path of short grass that goes for a very long distance. I feel very cheerful and even lucky about this feature even though I am annoyed by the idea of having to mow the rest of the yard on each side of the long path. I reason that grass does not grow much over all the old established paths. In the distance is also a beautiful mountain.

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The waking transition is atypical here, though the first prompt (preconscious running off to my right) still oriented to my right as it most often is. It is atypical for the personified preconscious to run off rather than more directly initiate the waking dynamics. The path through the tall grass is a clue, especially regarding my clarity of it at this point (even though I remain in the doorway until waking, which is in itself a waking event as a door represents a potential shift in consciousness and often serves as the exit point of a dream). A mountain represents subliminal focus on the conscious self and the goal of waking from sleep. Still, had I stepped out from the doorway, this might have induced a lucid state as has occurred in many previous dreams.

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Morning of March 1, 2017. Wednesday.

Dream #: 18,335-03. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



Moving through a deeper state of water induction, after letting my lucidity fade, I recall a big fish in an aquarium. The fish takes up nearly the entire aquarium. An old man with a long white beard owns it. I see this on a large screen in an unfamiliar bedroom. Zsuzsanna is with me at times. I am wearing clothes, but I mostly stay on my left side in bed with my head facing the opposite direction as the monitor.

The screen covers most of the upper two-thirds of the wall. The fish is facing left in profile. The old man is in his living room, and another unknown male is in the background.

Eventually, I realize there is an octopus aquarium (owned by the same old man). It becomes the dominating scene on the big screen. I find amusement in watching baby octopuses swimming. There are hundreds of them. They are too tiny to discern much detail. (It vaguely reminds me of looking at stars in the night sky.) Zsuzsanna watches the images for a time. I point out small strands of food they are eating. (I was first unable to tell the difference between the food particles and the baby octopuses, but my view zooms in at times.)

While I occasionally watch the screen, I hear former schoolmate Tony talking to his grandfather (even though no one else is present). This event was in the past, though I am hearing it now. On notebook paper, he wrote several phrases in a tribal language (erroneously from Papua New Guinea, but it should be a Native American language) taught by his grandfather. Tony had discarded many of his belongings. Plastic bags full of what he threw out teleported to the bed. (I do not consider how impossible this is, though I get the impression that it might have something to do with a random “download.”)

I look through some of his plastic grocery store bags, noticing the notebook pages (some folded in half) with his writing (though I do not recall any of the phrases), as well as other items. I am unsure of what I should do. Most of his stuff was from before eighth grade. There is no sign he would know what I saw of his.

Zsuzsanna comes in again, telling me she found some of my older writing. She places some papers (that are stapled together at the upper left) at the foot of the bed. I see a story or long dream journal entry printed in pencil I supposedly wrote at around age seven. It is at least twelve pages on notebook paper. Written on the top line of the first page is “Frankenstein.” A bit farther to the right is “1948,” followed by “by” and my name. It puzzles me as I think it should be “1968.” I am unsure why I would have written that year other than in error. As I become more puzzled about why I might have written “1948,” I wake.

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COMMENTARY NON-LUCID DREAM LUCID DREAM

Asleep: 12:50
WBTB: 6:40, 7:30
Awake: 8:30
Techs: WBTB + MILD, auto-snooze alarm
NLDs: 2
Lucids: 0

1. It's the first day of my senior year of highschool. Apparently, all the students live in a large dorm-type structure with several floors. I remember feeling like a bad-ass cause I'm a senior (lol). I walk out of my room and as I shut the doors, I look inside and realize I have one of the largest rooms in the dorm! Two large, mostly glass doors. I take the 3 flights of elevators down to the main lobby with all the other students as we head towards our classes/school? I realize when I've gotten to the bottom that I grabbed the wrong watch! I check the time and realize it will be cutting it close, but I REALLY want to wear my new watch. So I start running up the elevators, trying to get up there in time to make it to school. (I have a memory of earlier in the dream trying to select which watch to wear. I initially selected a Casio G-Shock but changed to the Timex expedition. Unfortunately, I must have grabbed the wrong watch off the counter).

2. After a brief awakening, this dream seems to continue. I'm at home with my parents and a couple other friends. We are on some type of mid-day break from school. I decide I want to get my computer out to get on dreamviews and ask about the "motivaider" which is a timer-vibrating wristband that a user here uses and has written about in their dream journal. However, I ask my friend what time it is and she says it's 2:45. I ask what time we have class and they say 3:05. So I don't have time to look it up and I have to go to class.

Notes - Got to bed a little late last night. I did practice MILD during my 6:40 awakening and I woke up at least 1 time and remained perfectly still but wasn't able to re-enter a dream. At least the idea of lucid dreaming penetrated my dream. A lucid can't be far behind!

This was another long journey. I was working with several people on a mission to save several families during the war? The youngest allowed was 10 years old. I was the one traveling with them and trying to help them out. Our first meeting spot was at the very back of the parking lot of a store, we bought supplies we needed, then we boarded a bus that took us to the dock where we boarded a good sized boat and from there we were boarding another larger ship with the help of a crew member. Everything went smooth for the most part throughout the long journey and on the larger ship we had to hide down below in a room because we needed to be locked in there by the crew member to be safe. Everyone was getting sea sickness, so the bathroom was extremely hard to get to. We had orders that when he came to get us we had only 15 minutes to get everyone out the side door of the ship onto a flat boat that would take us to our last ship. This one was going to be tricky to get everyone on without getting caught and with only a short window of time. In the meantime with everyone getting sick, and sluggish I was worried. When the crew member came to get us I had to gather everyone together and we were heading down to the transfer spot. I got half the people out when I noticed many weren't there after counting heads. I needed 25 and only had 20 so went back in to find them huddled in the corner sick. I helped them up and started walking over to the door and I went over first to help them get on to the flat boat when the door started to rise. I was terrified for the people stuck on the other side. The crew member warned me that we only had 15 minutes and we knew that. It was their fault for not following the orders. I looked at my hands and I had a baby gate in them? LOL. Ok. This is a dream lol then I started wondering why it took me so long to figure it out? Everything seemed so real. I looked at the latch on the gate that went up over the people and the latch on the baby gate were the same so I untied the strings? around the latches and unlatched them and got my people on the flat boat. I was still shocked it took me so long to figure it out. Now knowing this was a dream it took away a bit of the excitement which for most people I think they would be surprised. I knew that I was dreaming and could make anything happen so I got them into the huge ship and after the last one was in I flew up, I wanted peace after that stressful mission lol. I just flew straight up as fast as I could and that released a lot of tension. I really had to pee so woke up.

In my dream there was someone who really messed up my plans, so I shot at them I think. Then I kind of exploded them. There was still some of them left so I used my powers to conjure up blue lightning (which seemed to be some kind of antimatter annihilation thing). There was nothing left.
But I felt a certain amount of remorse so I used my powers to materialise them none worse for wear.

Dark, Diablo-like RPG world. I was just a disembodied observer, watching my brother play. It looked like Diablo based on the UI, but there were some changes. The dungeons and quests were not familiar. You could change your class in the inventory screen. There were colored buttons for Hunter, Necromancer and Legion. Only these were visible because my brother had some gear for each class. When you clicked one of the classes, the game automatically equipped the proper gear and skills if you had them. It didn't work perfectly.

My brother was in a dungeon killing a ton of skeletons while he had a buff active. The buff improved loot for a short time. When it was ending, a golden skeleton spawned and dropped a ton of good stuff. My brother had trouble managing his inventory and unequipped his gear by accident. He was playing Hunter and Necromancer. The button for Legion was red so I assume it was a warrior-type class. I did not see it in action though.

My brother teleported to a statue inside a cave. The statue was like a dragon's head. It started glowing and speaking. It told my brother about a magical tree. My brother wanted to cut the tree down, because he knew what would happen if he did. I hadn't gotten to this point in the game and didn't want spoilers. I tried to close the game. First attempt just made me jump back in time. I tried again, focusing on pressing Esc that didn't exist. The game slowly closed. A windows desktop was revealed. It was full of shortcuts. Bunch of black and red icons in the middle. Video files, for youtube maybe? This desktop was not familiar. I woke up shortly after. I think this is the first time I've closed a game in a dream. I have paused the dream before, believing I was watching a video on my computer and jumped out of the dream that way. I guess that's pretty close.

Now it gets weird. I was in 'reality' (or so I thought), and I was watching yesterday's dream about helping the red-headed Sith girl on TV. I was dumbfounded, and for a second I was convinced I had predicted the future, as I remembered last night's dream in the dream... amazing.

I was in Los Santos, GTA's version of Los Angeles. There was a slightly older guy, a pilot, who wanted to take me along for a little night flight in a small but fast single-engine prop plane. For some reason I did not feel like I was 'in' the plane, but rather 'hanging onto it'. Bizarre. Anyway, he flew really, really fast. You wouldn't think a prop plane can do that fast (it can't), it was really jetfighter fast. He said that flying this fast and this low was illegal and you couldn't get away with it during the day. I enjoyed the view from up there. The colorful display of the city lights below me. He 'landed' near a food stand somewhere he was just suddenly standing there) but I was still attached to him via a rope. I expected to hit the ground at speed, but my 'natural anti-gravity system' kicked in again and broke my fall. I even kept floating a bit. I told him Los Santos looked beautiful at night, much better than Liberty City or [insert other city from non-GTA game]. He confirmed this.

I had visions of a red-headed young woman, who was a Sith. Darth Vader's apprentice. She was hurt while on assignment. Later on, I found her (not the all-knowing observer anymore, but as my own character). I still knew what she was, though. I think I helped her up, and wanted to get her out of there. I told her "Lord Vader won't be pleased". I knew her Sith career was finished. The Sith do not tolerate failure. I doubted whether helping a Sith was a good idea. She could hurt me, if she wanted.

I was sitting in the grass, next to a dried out riverbed overgrown with grass. It used to be a big river, reinforced with concrete, and it used to have ships going up and down its length. It looked somewhat post-apocalyptic. I had a little house on the grassy hill next to the river. My mother was there, and told me "they" (the government?) would start working on restoring the river, which would cause quite a bit of noise for weeks/months. I thought to myself that I didn't mind, I rented the place and could leave whenever I wished.

I was inside a wreck of sorts... it looked like the inside of a passenger airplane's fuselage, but larger. Much larger. It also looked like it'd been there for a while. At some point, I ran into the Alien again. I couldn't believe my bad luck.

I looked out of a large window, and saw that the ground near the horizon was bright red for some reason. It was so red, the sky itself reflected that color, giving the horizon a very eerie, alien red glow. Red weed?

I was on board of a private jet, along with someone I knew from waaay back in school, when I was 6-8 years old (Mercedes). The plane was on fire, and we were definitely going down. I could barely stand, with all the shaking of the plane. One thing I noticed was that I wasn't scared. In real life, I really hate flying. It gives me horrific anxiety. So I should have been mortified if we were crashing, but I felt like nothing could possibly happen to me. I decided to abandon the plane, so I jumped out. We were already flying really low, so it was a relatively short fall to the grassy hills below. My fall was possibly slowed by the usual gravitational weirdness. Mercedes somehow also got out fine. Not sure how, I didn't see her jump. The plane carried on in the distance, a trail of fire and smoke behind it. Of the two pilots (a man and a woman, both black like Mercedes), the woman jumped. But she got tangled in some rope from the plane as she fell, and she was horrifically hung in mid-air, snapping her neck... The plane dragged her behind it, and presumably crashed in the distance. Anyway, I left the area and entered a big city. It seemed completely abandoned, and I felt like I was watched. I felt an evil presence in the area. Like something was 'wrong' but I couldn't say what. After a while, I found a group of guys, about my age. They reminded me of REDACTED. I entered a large building, perhaps a opera house? I had stuff to do there, a "mission". It was very dark, but there were guards patrolling the area. The rest of the dream was in the style of "Splinter Cell", the game. I hid in a shadow, and had a guard in a choke hold from behind. Another guard came very close, and would have discovered me. I think I was left with no choice but to shoot him with my suppressed pistol.

I was sitting on the back of Lynn, a girl I used to have a massive crush on back when I was between the ages of 9-11, as she was flying. Weird, I know... She landed somewhere, and we talked a bit. I think there was a bit of confusion for a second, as she thought I was still into her, or something like that. I'm not. She was nice to me, surprisingly. Friendly.