non-lucid

This is probably the first Non-Lucid dream I know was non lucid in a while. Most of mine I know I am dreaming at some point. This one gave me no clues, probably because it happened so fast. I was in my house and I was folding towels, my husband was in the kitchen chopping carrots and I hear every chop then I hear a different sound and my heart sank, then I hear him say "I cut it good this time", I said hold pressure on it and immediately sprang into action and grabbed some wash cloths and ran over held it against it. I was looking on the cutting board for a finger because it sounded horrible. Nothing, no blood anywhere. I asked him to show it to me and when he took off the wash cloth there was no blood and (I was thinking he was just teasing me) then all of a sudden it squirted at me so I quickly put pressure again. Just the tip was gone but I definitely did not know that was a dream. I was starting to wonder if I had any NL's. I am sure if I could have better recall I would have many more NL's.

I must've fell asleep while recalling my dream, because I had a good memory of it one moment, and then I forgot it in the next.

I was walking through a museum while I was apparently playing Skyrim, and the museum showed some kind of mod thing, such as replacing household decorations with food, and such.


I fought a one-eyed ogre. He kept complaining and got a bit annoyed when I stabbed him in the eye. We had some conversation about human bone structure and I lied to him that all humans except ninjas have special bone structures, and the bones people think humans have are only possessed by ninjas and samurais. He didn't buy it.

There was a bit about McCree from Overwatch.

I'm boarding an airplane. I suddenly realize I don't want to go, or it's going to the wrong destination. I ask the flight attendant if I can still get off, but (s)he says no. We take off while I stumble back to my seat.

Scene with a lot of characters. A massive brawl erupts between various characters. A man restrains a woman onto a table (?) and aims a flamethrower at her, clearing intent on burning her. I attack the man to save her. Then, a female orderly (from a mental hospital?) who looked a bit like a fat nun, was furious at me for using violence. Still pissed off (and knowing I was in the right to use force, seeing as how the man I attacked was about to burn someone to death), I hit her in the face. Hard.

Day before yesterday.

Very detailed and aware dream.

I'm in another country. But then I realize it's not another country, just a place I used to go to visit my gramma, and they speak another language there more than the official lang. of the state.

I followed my boss from my WL client company to his house for some paperwork or discussion. Something about a missing paragraph. We walk through his house and I see everything in such a clear detail. This whole dream is very clear, detailed, logical. Not foggy at all.

I left my bicycle in his yard and when I remember that, I return. Looking at the house I can't remember which door leads to his place. I look at several doors then I knock on one and they let me in, it was the right one.

But I don't take the bike afterall. I remember now that I only know half of the way home from this small town to my town. I can't remember the names of some other cities I need to go through. (This happens fairly frequently. Me trying to get back home from this place on a bicycle, only realizing that I don't remember the exact way. When IWL I do and I made that trip many times.)

I walk out and start looking for a cab to take me to the bus station. I ask 2 people where the bus to my town goes from (and I tell them the correct WL name). They don't know. Then I help a young mom with something she carries so she can take her stroller down the stairs and she tells me where my bus #16 goes from and at what time. I get to the station, #16 just pulls up, I jump on and driver confirms he is going to my town. I pull out a $500 bill, then $100 and I realize it was still too much.

I spoke through the whole dream my other language they speak at my grammas place. Mixed with some of my first language and some english I think.


Dream last night:
We are in some old, industial type building with lots of glass and metal. Looking or more scavenging for usefull items. Screwdrivers, paintbrushes, all kinds of tools and stuff. I think we are post war or something like that.

Somebody tries to attack us and I sling my machine gun from my shoulder, aim at him but it doesn't fire. I'm thinking it's out of ammo so I look closer and squeeze the trigger while I'm aiming at the ceiling. It fires a powerful, fast, metal round. It makes a hole in it.
(This is first time that my rifle actually shoots real ammo that's metal and heavy and it does damage.)

Outside in a huge, hangar type room, aliens are coming. A small blob of alien lifeform that I feel is dangerous and sinister shows up near by. I try to shoot it and stomp on it.

We have to get away from there. Someone wants to go to top floor and escape from there. I say that is the bank floor, heavily armed, shatter proof windows and such. To prove my point, a missile is heading our way, hits the window but nothing happens. Window holds. So we decide to leave another way.

I thought I might post an old dream I just remembered.
I am on a train to the South Pole. Lots of people I know are there. I feel this happy feeling of independence, freedom, and euphoria put together. It is so wonderful I cannot describe it anymore. It only appears in dreams. Eventually we reach a city at the South Pole. I have a best friend in the dream who is always with me. A wizard trains me spells and I remark 'This is like a lucid dream but real' to myself. Soon an earthquake happens and people are jumping off balconies due to fires and dying. I do what I can but I must leave. My companion, the wizard and I do lots of quests, but eventually my friend is killed. I feel horrible. I wake up.

14-Nov-2016 - ND: Wife's old phone + My cousin A

I am with my cousin A, we're outside, running barefoot on a sort of "race". When we have to go upon a stairway, I leave the mid high steps (like an arena) and instead choose the left stairs.
I am looking at a phone, it's smaller than my personal, it's not the company, I rationalize I am using my wife's previous phone (!! - it's broken)

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16-Nov-2016 - ND: Tabletop game, hug my babies + WILD Highway skate, Forest, Underground Cathedral, climb building, the sick one

ND - Tabletop game, hug my babies
I am outside, I am playing a tabletop game (?) with two more people, a board and some parts are placed on top of a blanket on the ground. I see my kids approaching I hug them, play with them for some time.
When I turn back to the tabletop game, people have moved to playing cards while waiting for me.

WBTB 3:30AM, ~1hr + MILD -> No visible effect, just some ND which I forgot anyway

LD - Highway skate, Forest, Underground Cathedral, climb building, the sick one
WILD, 6:30AM, ~1hr
I start by taking a walk with C, a friend, nothing special happens, foggy part.
I am skating on a jammed highway. I zip through cars and trucks (remember very well a big, white truck)
I stop on the side, there is a forest, I walk though it. I touch trees and rub hands to stabilize dream, which kinda works.

After some more walking, I encounter a low fence, ~2m long, surrounding a light grey, spikey structure.
I am able to move the fence aside, but see no immediate way to interact with the structure.
Then, I just grab it from the bottom on one side and flip it open, like a trapdoor, revealing a dark stairway.
Needless to say, I descend it. I summon flames on my left hand to light the environment, but it mostly remains dark.
At the bottom of the stairway, I find myself in a enormous space, with many pillars reaching upwards.
I shoot some fireballs to some close pillars, to have a light area around.
It's dark and I cannot see the top of those pillars. I shoot a fireball amoing the pillars, and see it become smaller and smaller until it disappears. This place it's so big it seems having no top at all...
My body quickly shivers at this grandiosity.
Unfortunately the dream quickly loses stability. I see a glimpse of an altar with candles on top - I sense it was going to be the Demons Lord's house - but dream fades and focus returns to my body.

I still think I can keep myself inside an LD. I surrender myself to whatever will appear next.

I am outside of an entrance to a building. I see a small lawn with a white carton among the grass. As soon as I focus on it, I lose it.
<JUMP>
I am in front of a wooden entrance to what seems a Japanese temple ?
<JUMP>
I am in a small road, there is a group of 5-6 people chatting, one just joins them. I walk around them, the road looks Eastern too, only people, no vehicles.
<JUMP>
I am in the back seat of a futuristic car, someone's driving. Many tall / glass building around us.
On the road, I notice the back of a tall and very slender girl with fuxia sport clothes and a ponytail, walking away from us.
The car stops close to an alley. There is some trash. I use my hands and feet to climb the brick building next to me. I reach a "terrace". I jump out to reach a small metal chimney, which for some reason looks extremely vivid.
Then I jump back to the wall, climbing it Spider-man style again to the top.
<JUMP>
There is a sick man laying down in front of me. He's wearing some heavy / mountain clothes. I look at his head, it's resting on one side, I don't recognize his face. I remove some of his clothes, looking for wounds, but I find none. I pass my hand close to his face, bringing him a white light, which should most likely heal him.

Wake up at 7:20AM (alarm is 7:30)

I have to search for certain artifacts in a fantasy world. Eventually I have to get an artifact by going through a giant spider web guarded by a white spider. I run away from it so much that the dream loses its plot and turns in to a dream about getting on trams and trains.

In a big room, like school library. Donald Trump and his family are there, at a little round table in the middle: him, his wife 'Joanne', and two daughters and possibly a son. This is at the time that I am sitting with them, between Donald and Joanne. My younger brother is opposite me, between the two daughters. The daughter to Donald's right starts talking enthusiastically about something. I'm wondering if this is the daughter that Donald says is hot. She's wearing dark blue, has blonde hair. The other daughter, I now look to in order to compare, looks skinnier, a thinner longer face, short blonde hair, and looks back at me expressionlessly. Donald looks younger, shorter, smaller in every way, and with an uneven bowl cut. I have a cup of tea they've poured for me, but it's cold now, and it's been sitting here for ages while they've been talking and I imagine probably has people's spit in it. When I'm looking at it I for a moment think I see a hair. I'm definitely not going to drink this.
I'm looking at books. Down the left side, from where I'd been sitting facing the direction of the door, are boxes of picture books. I've come to look at these more than once. Anyway, this time I think, there's cushions around, and I might meet a girl there, I do believe so, there's a girl. I think soon I'm leaving but on my way out I notice that the books in this half of the library near the door have most of the tissue boxes, so I take one and go to put it in the other half. I find a place that could do with a tissue box. Some little boys are talking about planting grass so it will grow something. I get a green cushion and carefully sit the box on that, squishing it down so it will balance. I think then my tissue box is what they plant or plant on and I don't know but I just see them putting their grass down, maybe it's on a different spot, and it's a little round patch of dirt with some grass growing out around the edges. I ask the boys if they're gonna water it. “Yes!” they say adorably happily. I think I look at Donald's wife and smile like ‘isn't that sweet that they're growing grass bless them’. Then I think I walk up a grassy slope to get back.. to the library. I'm just thinking as I get up there of the names we can call that woman, because I think she said we can call her Joanne and I'm wondering about Joey, and I think of saying to her “thank you lord” or something, and she'd be like “what? I'm not the lord” and I'd say “but remember you told us we can call you Lorde like the singer” because she had. Apparently. But I don't address her at all.
I go back to our building. At this point it might be a wee ways across the huge field from the library. There, I'm outside on the deck, a story up I think. I'm with two people: one's the girl I may've met in the library, who has dark curlyish hair and deep dark eyes that sparkle and an adorable laugh though I don't remember exactly how it sounds. The other, I don't know for sure, maybe a blonde girl, or maybe a girl I know from school. At one point the girl says something nice about me, as we're all talking about something, maybe something being “nice like Laura” or it's about me being good at something. I smile and say thanks, surprised and flattered by her comment. She smiles back, I think. It might've even been about me being cute or pretty. I got the sense she was flirting with me, though I wondered why she would be. I remember that I reposition myself on the stool I'm perched on, and I'm wearing my pink track pants. After a bit, we're inside, lying on a double bed with a laptop I think to watch something. The girl says something about another girl, who we know, being out the window, and I look out the circular window and see her, the blonde girl. She looks kinda like a couple girls from camp crossed over. I think I look again, peeping and not wanting her to see, and she's with two other girls now, talking. I peep once more, as though over a balcony or something, and hope they don't see my head. I go back to the bed. While we're setting it up I think, the girl here leans towards and ends up practically lying over the other girl. I could see that was about to happen, because I guessed that the girl was maybe trying to make me jealous, and would do something like that, so I keep looking at the screen when she is coming back and don't say anything. I think I'm working on it, trying to set it up.
I don't know after how long, but Joanne gets back and we haven't been where we're supposed to be so we're gonna get in trouble. We probably say, “s***, we're gonna be in trouble.” We race out of the room, and here we're in a sort of living room that I've noticed before looks very pretty, purple or pink and with nice things hung on the walls, and just by us there are two or three more doors, opposite the wall with the nice things hung, while ours was on the other wall. Anyway, I go through the door furthest from us, maybe biggest, and in there are the people who the Trumps hate: in this case, black, old, and sick people. We race in, knowing we'll be able to hide but wondering how. The people in there quickly offer to help us. Joanne's coming in. I'm by an open closet and get in, walking as far away from the door as I can, which is sideways. I'm thinking I'll still be easily seen by Joanne if she comes to look here, which she will. But then a nice person comes in and puts a chair up in front of me. People bring in more furniture to place in the closet. Some don't seem that they're hiding me very well, but more is brought in until I feel secure in my hiding place. I don't know if Joanne even comes to look… But I don't get found. I feel like it's hard to breathe at one point and kind of wonder if I'll live past this moment.
At another point, I think, I and maybe the girl are not where we're meant to be, and I'm on a deck and a woman I think tells me “you're gonna get killed!” or something similar, and I climb over the balcony and drop my hands to the deck and then slide onto the post there that goes to the ground and slide all the way down it. It's like it's not me though because at first it was like someone telling off some guy and then I as him doing all that, but I look like a guy when I'm doing it, you know? When I get to the bottom, I turn to look at the building in the distance, might be the library, on the slope, and I start running for the slope. Joanne wouldn't be watching right now and if she did look I could be far away by the time she gets down and comes after me. I notice the girl is behind me, running too. We run together. I'm like myself again now. We run against an invisible current, slow and sluggish but we push on. We make it up the hill. This might be the part where we have to push-up bounce, because that works better, somehow. I think I start and she copies. We reach the road. We head up; it's a slight gradient. I look back to see if anyone's running after us. I think there is a blonde guy, a bit like Coach Belov from Make It or Break It. We run on blue tiles like on playgrounds. We bounce really high on them. Then we reach some part in the road where we can go down or up. I suggest we go up, since that's where people would think us least likely to go, and because that way if we get caught we can run away, down, easily. I don't voice all of this. It kind of looks like a black stream. I don't know.. But we do end up, shortly, in an area full of streams and plants, like a little serene garden place. It's sort of night time; evening. But darker, now. We're running through the garden, and then I jump into a ‘stream’ - they have wooden edges, they're like pools in stream formats. I realise just before I land in it that it's deeper than I'd anticipated, up to our knees, so quite hard to move in it. I get right out again. Blonde guy is catching up; he's here now. But when he reaches us, the girl and I have started kissing, standing in waist-deep water, wet like we've been swimming, and the guy stands there and says “I can't take you now. I can't make you go back now.” He also says something about going home himself for something, and his hand moved briefly a bit down his pants as I think he lets us know what he means. We all think that's weird (yeah we're not the only ones here). Also I realise now that I'm not actually in the kiss, I can see it but somehow I'm still just nearby probably thinking of ways to go to escape. There's been a song playing, while we've been in this place and now kissing I think. This is like a movie, with the happy ending, and the way I'm experiencing it too. Then we're walking, maybe back along the stream, or a path by the stream. We pass a group of teenagers with broccoli. I'm like “what are you doing?!” because why would you hang out to eat broccoli. I might just say it with my look and actions. Cara Delevingne laughs and shows me its for a bandage for a wound. I nod in realisation and understanding, and exclaim, laughing, “I was gonna say!” and she laughs too.
I feel like there was another moment of running down a slope with the girl and we are able to bounce really high, but she's running quickly and not bouncing and I realise that makes much more sense and feel dumb for wasting time bouncing.
There's a time from earlier where we were first bouncing, and bounced kind of over some kids maybe 12 years old and I thought of how we can bounce that high, as tall as a person.
At the end we must be ‘home’ again, back in the Trump House, coz I'm thinking about how we could, should, next time leave at 3-ish in the morning, and run away, because it would be a good four hours before they noticed us missing and we could've gotten far by then.

I was playing through text options as if I was on Fallen London. One card said something along the line of "Trials of _____ House", which I selected.

I am in first person again, and I was in a modern club, with a stereotypical rich godfather and all that good stuffs. Me and someone else were infiltrating the place to find blackmail material regarding the godfather, in case he was a pedophile or something like that.

We got into a room next to the godfather under the guise of needing their... services. We beat up the workers, knocked them out, and tied them as I tried to spy on the godfather. He had a harem of girls serving him. We stole a few jewelries from the room and then amdemto get away since we couldn't find anything to black ail him with, but somehow they caught us and the godfather walked out to meet us.

Somehow everything worked out. The mafia collapsed. They were linked to the government. The perspective moved to a misty morning in a military airport, with the president of United States (he was blonde, but he didn't look like Trump) using his VP (who looked like Hillary Clinton, but whom I am pretty sure wasn't) as a scapegoat. He walked away from her and the guards, popped champagne and lifted the foaming bottle up as mist enveloped him. The credits roll.

I had a false awakening (I don't know why I don't do reality checks in these when I have always did reality checks after waking up) where I was sleeping beside my father. I may have gotten up a bit and used my laptop to searhc up naughty stuffs while he was sleeping.

My dream returned to the president again, back where we left off. The VP was crying and protesting her arrest as the supposed mastermind behind the Mafia, while on the other side of the mist the president talked to some shadowy figures.

My dream transitioned to me playing 3D Metroid (I have never played Metroid) where the environment are in HD 3D but the enemies are pixelated. I fought my way up what looked like a warehouse, got up an elevator, and came to a plaza surrounding a courtyard. I discovered that I have unlimited jetpack and I flew up to the top level, and tried to fly to an enemy and cut it in half with a sword. I missed and flew out of the map, which was a building floating in the sky surrounded by the vast emptiness of the skybox. I curved around and flew back inside the level for another try, but I missed again, then I woke up. I would also note that the flight felt different from the other times I flew in my dream. It felt like actual flying, unlike the levitation I always did not counting the one time I had angel wings.

I find myself at a performance of some sort; possibly a graduation. I'm among many of my old peers from Westmont, most of them being members of the orchestra I was a part of for the year I attended the college. I see my old conductor, and I seem to remember having a desire to approach him, but i cannot remember whether or not I did. I enter a rehearsal space, and in the dream, it conveyed itself to me as the place we rehearsed every Tuesday and Thursday. But upon my awakening from the dream, I realize that it was not the chapel in which we regularly rehearsed. In fact, I think it was a place altogether new to me, but somehow similar to my high school band rehearsal room. But this new room presented me with a sickly image of a rainy night outside of my old home, and I think some of my dream took place in this situation, but I cannot remember. This dream occurred the night after my ex-girlfriend decided to text me for the first time since we broke up. She reached out first, having read the letter I had written her about two weeks prior. Many mixed emotions swirled about my brain that evening, and I attempt to find some meaningful connection between the occurrence and my unusual dream. Of course, I had previously had dreams about Westmont. And it makes sense. I spent a year there, made friends and memories, and then left. And my thoughts often drift to questions of whether or not I should have stayed there, or if I even should've attended it in the first place. Perhaps if I had continued my education there, I may never have met my summer lover, and would be free from my love-lorn afflictions and anguish. Maybe i would've found someone else; someone who made me truly happy, and who deeply loved me. But I do not like dreaming about such things, as they are notions of the past, and are unchangeable and unattainable. I long for happier dreams. Dreams of freedom, success, bliss

D1 - On holiday in spain, I am some kind of water ride and i'm repeatedly going on this scary ride. You drop into a pipe that is really dark but then you just drop into space and are falling. I got that lurch in my stomach every time it happened. (I don't like rides like that in rl it was more of a letting go and saying whatever will be will be).

D2 - Living in a small apartment block over looking Ed's breakfast room, which was rather spacious in comparison.
In another part of the building their are bubble like rooms, in black transparent plastic, a bit like a gerbil run ^^ it was all very futuristic.

seems kind of generic idk
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I was in my bathroom, it was night. There were many towels hanging on a line that was across whole room. I was taking a shower, I turned off water flow and took a towel. I got shivers and felt an evil, ominous presence in the bathroom, staring at me. I wiped myself and left shower cabin, then felt a great danger and almost rushed out of bathroom, but a ghost caught my hand. I couldn't feel anything touching me, but at the same time felt a strong grip on my arm. I struggled to get free but it was stronger than me. Finally it set my hand free and I escaped.

non-lucid: I was in this hospital but all the rooms were weird scenario's. One had my dad saying that my mom left him. (which will never happen cuz they just retired & traveling via their RV. They now officially live in it w/ their dog} It was just so bizarre.

I know the meaning. I have way too many things going on & I need to take care of myself first.

My first memory in this dream starts off so innocently. I'm playing a game with some younger kids, kind of like red rover, but instead of everyone just a few kids are selected to go to the middle line, brace on each other, and then start pushing to see who can topple who over. I was volunteered to go up, but of course there was no contest due to my weight and strength. I half heartedly participated, then went back to find my friends.I didn't actually know if I had any friends here, but I soon found them. It was a few guys I don't know, as well as Galen and Raivo. We were in some group together. I pulled out my phone and went on instagram. I saw that this weird feature was turned on that posted the same or similar post every day and asked all of my followers to vote on it to help me decide something. The post itself though made no sense and the whole thing was just too pushy and weird and I knew I turned it on by accident. When disabling the thing, it instead set up something called a "Quest", where it would track my life progress, and on the day that I was no longer in the frat it would post some long emotional thing about how it had come to an end. So, a frat, that's what this was. I put my phone down, and Galen and Raivo are with me. Galen checks his phone. "Dude, sick quest. I'm excited to see it come to an end."

Weird thing to say, hoping the frat ends already.

Suddenly an annoucement come on, seemingly booming all around us. "GENTLEMEN'S FRATERNITY HAS WON THE CONTEST OF CENTURY!!!!!"

And there you have it. Some eternal conflict, probably started on some dumb bet a hundred years ago has finally come to its conclusion. And I'm on the winning team. Men must ahve lived and died hoping to see this and here I am plopped in the middle. We go to check out the ceremony, but I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing my grey poli shirt with the white horizontal stripes from when I was a kid. It is massive on me, past my waist and more like a drape or a dress than a shirt. I realize that this is the qeight of my childhood insecurities about my body, and say out loud, "thank god old habits can die."

I go to the frat house to change. It is basically a normal frat house but the roof is glass which is cool. I find my Steamwhistle duffel bag in there and start trying on clothes. For some reason, my jacket is absolutely covered in ketchup, as if a mcdonalds dispenser exploded on it. I put it down and look around the room, and then put on some skinny jeans and a tight shirt for the big ceremony. I look down, and somehow the ketchup has thickly soaked into my crotch. I fucking put the jacket down right on my bag of stuff. All my pants are ruined. I go to wash the ketchup from me outside, but suddenly all my buddies are rushing past me.


Some guy called us over to go to his house. I entered in through the Foyer, then took a left and went down a long hall. The room opened up to the kitchen on the left, dining room on the right, and patio ahead of me. Just like Tom's house, but a few $million more extravagent. I went on the balcony, and everyone was out back casting fishing rods. I had one in my hands, an old rickety thing, and tried casting it for some time. I couldn't manage to get a single good cast without snagging myself, a buddy, or a bush with the lure. I didn't understand it anyway since they were all just casting into the backyard anyway. When I went back inside, the guy who owned the place (bob saget) was hanging in the kitchen. He started coaching me on fishing, and after a while I got comfy with it. Then, I knew it was time for the ceremony.

I had not reached the place yet, when I heard another loud noise. Suddenly, that booming annoucner voice spoke quieter than the boom, yet in an epic tone, directly to me. He told me how the ceremony was ruined somehow, and that my fraternity had failed to be crowned the winner. Knowing that there would never be a chance to regain that potential glory, all of the members sprang into action. Now, as the narrator told me these things, I could see them play out in front of me, as if in the animus.

The first thing to happen was the crown leader of the fraternity. He locked his head in a small cage against a wall, and allowed a mob of plebians to smash his body to shreds. Following suit, all members of the fraternity did the same. Locking their heads in these square, helmet sized black cages and allowing their bodies to go to absolutley fucked up fates. One woman locked up each foot in one in a splits position, and then the rock that she sat upon was split in two, tearing her body in two clean down the middle. This is honestly the goriest dream I've ever had, it was so fucked up and all of it being voluntary, over some stupid little honor game that the subjects didn't even fully understand was just sickening.

Eventually the fervor died down, and the narrator continue on about the historical impact of this event and how Thomas Jefferson wrote about it and all this weird shit. I think this bit where the event was disconnected in time from myself was what allowed everything to just revert to it's natural state.

I went back to hang at bob saget's place, when his wife walked in.....I can't adequately describe her in this. She was almost short, maybe 5'8". She had flowing, chestnut blonde locks and deep brown eyes. Her skin was just ever so slightly tanned, to the point that race was impossible to distinguish. Her figure was perfect for her height, curvy in all the right places but I mean real curves here, in and out. On top of that, she was wearing very tight clothing and a warm smile. I never bother to describe people in my dreams like this but I honestly never want to forget this girl, in case I meet the real girl again who she must be based from in my subconscious.

She came up to introduce herself to me. Standing at the edge of the kitchen, she entered a gentle embrace with me. "It's so nice to meet you!" She smiled even brighter and put me in a tight hug. When I went to back out, she just continued her light embrace and stared in my eyes. Holy hell. So this is what being captured in a gaze feels like, no wonder it's been working so well for me IRL. She keeps staring at me and starts speaking, I don't know what about but I would never dedicate enogh of my mind to understanding it when I could just drink this in. As she spoke, she guided me around the kitchen. Her husband was gone. She continued talking to me with this warm voice full of passion, looking right into me eyes. Slowly, her face got closer and closer to mine. Soon enough, with every word her lips brushed mine. But I know he is still somewhere here. The intensity grows stronger, I am backed into the corner of the room now, her body pressed firmly against mine, lips riding the edge of infidelity.

I kiss her.

And I immediately realise I've failed the test. She continues her speech for a few more lines, then breaks off and backs away, still staring. In her eyes, I can read it.
"He is still a boy."
Had I resisted the temptation, understood the stakes, there was so much more than just a kiss in it for me. I'll have to keep this lesson in mind in my waking life.

I went away from the house, which felt empty after what just happened. Outside I found an area with high tables and picnic benches. There was a guy and girl at a high table sorting hops out. Some was finely gorund and some was in bud form, and I realized from their chat that they were dividing up the hops for brewing. The guy decided to cheat and put too little out of laziness, so I smacked his batch and ruined the whole thing. I gave him a lecture about doing the job wrong because you won't bother to put in the effort needed, and talked about how doing the job right always will eventually lead to it becoming second nature and a chore no more. This seemed to brighten his eyes up and he was inspired to complete it properly. Another lesson I think I was trying to teach my real self.

Looking over at the picnic tables, I saw an amazing sight. Honestly, this is when I should always reality check but I never remember this shit. From now on I will redouble my efforts in the plane of reality.

At the table were 5 girls, one of which being the wife. She smiled and called me over, and I sat with them. She started asking me if I saw their show. Immediately I had this memory from before the celebration of these girls on stage dancing to grimes, with very bright neon rainbow lights all over their bodies. It was fuzzy and mesmerizing and quite beautiful.

"Yeah, there were just so many of these beautiful girls up there, it was like nothing I've seen before."

She turned to the other table. I hear her say "He thinks you're beautiful!" "Who?" "Benjamin, right here"

I know she is pointing me out, and even though they'rejust a few feet away I do that stupid thing I do when with girls and totally not present. I looked away and gave a fake smile to some other conversation, while just paying attention to my pose and hoping that I looked attractive and 'candid' for the girls. Like what the fuck, peacocking instinct is so deep it happens in dreams.

I sat with the girls for a little while more when Lee showed up. He said steamy broke down and needed a ride to it, so I stole a volvo and we ripped it. Suddenly life is GTA we're ripping through the city and I have the world map, but when I try to navigate on memory it ends up putting me further from my goal. We're burning time, lee is in a rush. I open the map and see I can fast travel right there. Then I see there's a skydive option. Boom, Just Cause style I'm in the air flying down. Rip open the chute and end up like 200 meters away. I run on these little mountain things to get to the auto shop which was aslmost literally next door to the girls, but I look down. In a little grotto area of this rock structure I 'm on, I see a pair of floating cells. The cells are the size of a cow, perfectly round and bouncing off eachother. I jump down in the hole, but a girl rushes in. She stands on a big gold seal between the cells and they instandtly smash into her, absorbing her in their goo. A bright light emerges from them, then an ethereal explosion. Suddenly the girl is surrounded. In front of her are two japanese sword masters. Beside them are two karate masters. Both pairs are slightly cartoonish and they are facing the same direction she is, but when even a fly approaches her they strike with the speed of sound and decimate whatever it is. Beside her are two large numidian men, garbed in gold armor and shields with large clubs of platinum. They act asher flanks, and seem even more imposing than the japanese, for they do not waste their power on the flies. Behind her, stand four anubis guards. Great egyptian men of stone. I can feel how invincible they are, but the fact that there are four shows that they are probably not the greatest fighters. And behind them, stand Ra and Anubis. They seem to be simply on a stroll. In fact, I think the anubis guards are for them, simply for show. Yet somehow, all of these godly figures are bound to this girl.

She had become the ultimate weapon. Lee and I watched her for some time, and after a while, I woke up.

I remember being on some kind of tower, it was day and all around me were wide, open and grassy hills and here and there rivers and creeks. Something about the scenery was off but I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe the size relations. Also something here reminded me of Skyrim.

I jumped down from the tower into a creek below, and the drop was very high. At some point I turned into Ryuuko and glided through the air, and I was seemingly close to the ocean now. I even tried to see myself from a distance, with some success, and I'd say Ryuuko looked mostly correct too, though I couldn't see details. Odd that this didn't make me lucid.
The rest of the details were very hazy, something about a flying motorcycle I dodged and other very random stuff.