non-lucid

First time recalling fragments since my last lucid dream. I still have no idea what caused my dream recall to completely fail. Nevertheless, its seems to have come back.

So I had a couple fragments, but most of them don't really seem to mean much. They are really blurry, but I do remember them.

The Cat-Killing Demon.

So in my household, we have three cats. (In real life) Cash, an overweight cat with white and black fur. He is the oldest of our cats, I think he is seven or eight. Alana, who is about four years old has dark tabby markings. And Ti, who is less than a year old has a kind of dark spotted fur coat. All of these cats from my house were in this dream, as well as this new cat. (Specific to the dream, I've never seen this cat in real life.) I think it was a female with a sort of pale orange coat.
And the new orange cat had gotten its head cut off and we were looking at the scene. I wasn't really disturbed by it for some reason. This veterinarian came over and told me that there are sometimes these spirits that come into people's houses and kill people's cats by cutting off their heads.
He somehow reattached the orange cats' head and said that the cat would live anywhere from a few more hours to a few more months before it died.

Now one random note for this dream. The fact that I wasn't disturbed by this otherwise gruesome scene. I knew that this wasn't something right about it. Perhaps I was just a little bit lucid in this dream, enough to know that it wasn't real.

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I was playing the first world in the first pikmin game. The only thing different was that there was snow everywhere and all of the plants were dead.

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Something about me playing on a minecraft server. I was looking for a place to build, but people had placed signs everywhere saying that they had claimed land.

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Somebody was teaching me about some ancient tribe and relaying beautiful imagery of the tribe migrating through a mountain range that was covered in forests.

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Riding a huge cargo elevator down a circular concrete shaft.

I am thinking of arranging some goals for myself. I want to get into a more regular routine of lucid dreaming, make it more of a priority. I want to start lucid dreaming more often, perhaps once or twice a week, having a good lucid dream.
I will lay out some more specific goals in the days to come, but I know that I want to raise my skills.. I also want to do some more organized work with WILDs.

No dream recall the last couple days, since my last lucid dream. I just wanted to check in to keep the habit of posting.

So it had something to do with this business that I had started. I would collect sticks and things from the woods and use them to make very basic bows and arrows. I would then sell them to people as a business to make money.
The bows were really poorly made, but they seemed to work really well. I had set up a bunch of targets in the yard so people could try them out before they bought them.
Then some business manager guy came along in a black suit. He told me that I should start hiring workers and making more arrows because people kept running out.

So I had some fragment involving the game Borderlands 2. Not sure if I was playing it or warped into the game whereas I was actually experiencing things as the character would in the game, or just dreaming about playing it. (Sometimes when I dream about video games, I get warped into the game and experience things as the character would.)
I was basically in this concrete alleyway with chain link fences set up everywhere. There were various enemies from the game attacking me, and I was progressively switching out weapons experimenting and trying to figure out what was the most powerful. Eventually, I fought my way out into a more natural looking area and was climbing up this hill covered in forest.
The hill seemed to be getting progressively steeper as I climbed up and there was no path. Eventually I began sliding and the soil on the hill wasn't giving me any traction, so I couldn't reach the top. I tried grabbing onto some of the tree roots (because the hill was covered in a dense forest) but it did not really seem to help.

I was doing something with my teacher from my tech school. He was giving me an art lesson and told me that he was drawing the face of his sister with a marker. (I don't think he has a sister in real life though.) Also, we were in the kitchen dining area of my own house, that was kind of weird.
He told me that I had to draw exactly what he drew, and that I was not allowed to lift my maker off the page, nor was I allowed to look at my page. He started drawing, and I tried to follow him as best I could while abiding by the rules.
When we had finished, he told me to look at the face I had drawn. It was surprisingly correct given the challenge in drawing it. The nose looked large and distorted, and the face looked very masculine. (Keeping in mind we were drawing a female.)
His face looked somewhat distorted. The one that he had drawn has large poofy lips and ears. In both of our drawings the hair looked exceptionally bad.

I had some dream that my dad had picked me up from school. He picked me up in this full size green van that my family owned when I was a kid.
Apparently he wanted to have some kind of father-son bonding experience with me, because he said that we were going to the corner store to get some junk food. Then we were going on a father son fishing and camping trip.
We drove to a corner store that I was not familiar with. The building was a small strip of stores with this kind of spanish style construction, the kind with stucco walls ceramic roofing tiles that are the color of plant pots.
But my dad drove the van in through the double doors and pulled into the shop. The shop was just big enough for the van to fit inside without hitting any of the shelves. The store clerk, who was a young woman, got really angry with my dad for driving his van into the store.
My dad reached out of the window and into the refrigerator and took a bottle of Gatorade. He wrote the word "ID" on it in black sharpee. He grabbed another one, a different flavor, and wrote the word "EGO" on it. I was expecting him to take a third bottle and write "SUPEREGO" but rather I woke up from the dream at that point.

I do not understand what any of my dreams mean right now. Its just a blur.

I was with C. We were walking through a small town. The setting was unfarmiliar, and the whole town was decorated with Christmas lights and trees, as though people were getting ready for the holidays.
I was talking with C, and telling him about Borderlands 2. I was trying to explain to him the basic story of the game and how the game generates guns, etc etc.
We had been walking and talking for awhile when we came into some kind of park in the center of town. In the center of the park was a large mound of sand. There were young children all over the mound working. It looked as though they were trying to convert the entire mound into one giant sand castle.
I walked around the mound, looking for a way to get onto the top. All around I noticed the walls and towers of the sand castle the children were building. They were so perfectly built. I had thought about going and kicking them down but I didn't want to ruin all their hard work.

I was in a computer lab, I think that it was in a middle school somewhere. The lab had a really high ceiling, white walls and incandescent lights. There was a marker board on the opposite wall, leading me to believe that it was a middle school.
I can't remember what exactly was going on, but I knew that i was some kind of outcast, I wasn't really important to the situation.
I booted up my computer and began looking at applications on it. There wasn't much. Just Firefox, Google chrome, and some Microsoft office programs.
Someone had told me to just sit and be patient, and that I wasn't allowed to download any games or anything onto the computer. But after I had been sitting there for awhile, I got very bored, and downloaded Minecraft onto the computer.
When I started playing Minecraft, I spawned in some kind of swamp or bog area. There were alot of trees. There were also some objects that were never present in the actual game, like these thinner types of trees that were not a whole block thick.
I got "sucked into" the game and was given an axe. Although minecraft continued to look normal, the axe I had was very realistic, and I used it to cut down some of the trees as I explored the area.
I woke up not long after I had began exploring Minecraft.

This is sort of confusing, because the actual content of last night's dream was me on Dreamviews, typing and trying to recall what had happened in the dream that I had just had. The dream that I was typing about had something to do with me at some beach. I can also remember something about walking along a boardwalk that was crumbling away.
False awakening at it's finest.

I was with my mom. She tells me something about some guy building giant generators and doing things with the earth's gravity that periodically have fluctuations that may reverse gravity or make things fall sideways or in any unusual direction.
So I was just sitting at the breakfast bar and gravity inverts as you would expect after what I was told. I fell onto the ceiling and then back onto the floor.
I suddenly realized how outlandish this was that gravity was altered. BAM get lucid! This is a dream. For some reason I decide to do some flying, but I stink at flying.
I step outside onto the front porch with the expectation that I will rocket into the air, but nothing happens.
Then my mom says that she is going to the gym and starts putting duffel bags into her car. I lose lucidity and decide to go with her. I start packing too, then I wake up.

This whole dream was extremely distorted through the passage of time. I can only remember a few moments, so either I've forgotten large portions or they were never really part of the dream in the first place.
I was down in new Mexico staying in some resort with my family. The resort was small but very luxurious with a few stucco cabins around a pool and some palm trees and such. There were no other buildings besides the resort.
After awhile, Somebody said something about a nuclear war taking place. My parents drove a short ways down the road to a bunker.

I was inside the bunker, and I watched the steel door close as bombs fell outside. A woman came over next to me and she explained to me that she was the wife of the "mayor" of the bunker. The bunker was actually a small underground city in a mountain. There was a huge domed room in the middle with grass growing in it. All around it were the housing units for the bunker.
I was telling the woman how blown away I was by this. That everyone outside of the city was dead. I mean sure my parents were still alive but everyone else that I knew. I started feeling really sad and the woman told me that this was a new life for everyone, and a chance to start over.

Time "fast forwarded" and I had graduated high school. In the bunker, this always happened, I was told the day you turned eighteen. I graduated with a small group, maybe ten or fifteen people. Also, there was no college in the bunker so graduating high school was considered top of the line education.

Time went in fast forward again. I was 21 now and I had gotten married. The rule was that everyone had to get married at 21 so that the human population could continue to survive in the bunker until it was time go back to the surface.
All I can remember was meeting my "wife" who was this woman wearing a blue dress and having brown hair. After we got married, I had to leave for something but she was staying at the party.

I was in the main room with my "wife" supposedly it was late at night, but there was no way of telling time in the underground bunker system. She said that normally she wasn't allowed to do this, but there was something going down and she needed to show me.
She swiped a card and opened a door in the side of the main room that led into this botanical garden room with all of these tropical plants. There was alot of mist being put out by these climate control units and it was very hot and muggy. I don't know why she showed me the tropical room.

Time continued to run on fast forward. I had grown very old and the time was coming that we could leave the underground bunker city and return to the surface because the radiation from the nuclear war had gone down. The mayor of the city called me into his office one day.
There was a plate with a waffle on his desk, but part of the waffle was broken away, as though it had been burned. He explained to me that the food generator that the city used was malfunctioning. He showed me a large room with all of these food items floating in it. Many of them had the same issue, burned pieces missing. He explained to me that we had to leave the bunker soon otherwise the generator could fail completely and everyone would soon starve.

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I was at the path intersection by the middle school from my old subdivision. It was summertime.

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I was on some beach or pier looking across a harbor to some high-rise apartment building. It was overcast/very cloudy and raining.

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Some kind of conspiracy about NASA. Supposedly there had been a shooting at the nasa offices and 26 people were killed. They locked the building with all of the bodies in it. Nobody had found them until "now" and they had all become skeletons. I remember seeing horrific imagery of skeletons and being told the story, that's all.

Dream. (Saturday Night)

I was given the power to create my own planet. I began creating this world with beautiful tropical forests and mountain ranges. There was a large sinkhole that all of this water was falling into.
Eventually some people came along in this high tech vehicle. It was a sort of grayish green color with huge wheels and this large satellite dish on top. When they activated it, it began sucking things twoards it, like some kind of gravity ray. There was a sort of blue aura to it.
I wanted to stop the ray, being the creator. I flew in (I had been flying the entire time I was creating the planet.) But I got trapped myself.

Dream (Last Night)

I was out on the ocean, in a dingy. I think my mother was there, as well as this old man with a beard and a cap on. It was nighttime and very dark. Although there was some light from the huge full moon.
The old man explained to me that there were dangerous snakes in the water. He explained that if they try to bite you, you have to shake them off quickly or they extend their teeth and poison you.
Then, the dingy started sinking. (Of course!) I swam clear and looked around, the shore was only about a quarter-mile away, and I decided to swim. I looked down and saw the snakes in the water.
They were only about three-four feet long and about an inch or two in diameter. They had a black and yellow diamond pattern down their backs. The issue was, there were at least a dozen just in my immediate area.
I felt one of the snakes bite my hand. I shook my hand off and I saw him fly back. When he did, it was kind of in slow motion, and I saw that he did not have teeth, just knobs in his gums where the fangs should be. But the knobs would open and the teeth would come out.
I kept swimming, but there were so many snakes, I had to shake my whole body constantly to keep them from biting me.

Another Dream (Last night)

I was standing on or near the ground. Someone was behind me. They did not show themselves or anything, though they told me that I was dreaming. I could somehow sense that they were behind me.
Then, they lifted me up into the air. We flew many miles up until the clouds were way below us. They said that they were going to drop me, and that I would have to start flying on my own.
I looked down, and realized that I was so high up that I could probably start flying before I got too close to the ground. If not, atleast have fun "falling with style"
When they released me, I fell the entire distance in only a second or two. When I hit the ground, I was paralyzed, and couldn't move. I slowly started sinking into the ground and realized that the ground was turing into small colored squares. It was around this time that I lost lucidity.
I broke through the ground and saw the whole world that I had just been to crumble away into colored squares, until eventually it was just one square and the square slowly faded away.

So anyways, I don't think this officially counts as a lucid dream. Not a good one anyway. It was way to hazy and unclear. I can say I was lucid, but I can't really call this lucid dream on that issue.

I was playing some kind of video game. You were given a palate with a bunch of clouds in certain shapes and you could place them at any height and position in the sky over a large meadow. The objective was to create a destructive storm, and the more destructive you storm, the more points you got.
I began arranging my clouds all in one area trying to create a large thunderstorm to complete the objective of the game. I should also note that this game had very realistic effects such as shadows and the ground below.
Eventually, I ran out of "money" and couldn't change the clouds anymore. I was taken down on the ground and given a small Jeep or something and was allowed to drive along a winding road and look at the different cloud formations that I had created.

My family, had for some reason decided to move to a third-world contry for four years just to experience it. We were all living in a large two-room tent that was filled with a wide array of clutter and supplies.
I cannot remember very many of the details. Just that everyone was sleeping one large inflatable mattress with a ragged blanket. I felt very uncomfortable and grimy the entire time.

I was outside my old middle school. I got attacked by fire ants and I wasn't able to brush them off.

A man was telling me about how he had headed the creative team of a new video game. He told me that the plot of the game was a zombie apocalypse, and the character that you played as was a young girl with a wedding gown. (The wedding gown was tattered and had blood stains.) And the entire game had a very interesting artistic feel because there was a graphics engine that made the game look like a watercolor painting.

I was in a castle-city that looked like Solitude from the game skyrim. Eventually, the city began to lose accuracy to the game and became very large and modern. I stopped flying at the very top of a mountain and thought about doing a parkour run down the buildings built into the mountain and to the ocean. I woke up before I could do so.

I've spent the last few days at my cousins house, helping him to complete the campaign in Halo 4. No doubt contributed to this dream as well.

Halo 4.

So I was at my cousin's house, in the front yard rather. We were having some sort of family gathering, like a picnic or something.
Then a Promethean knight. (One of the enemies from the game) stepped out onto their front porch from inside the house and began shooting at everyone.
My cousin gave me one of the weapons from the game. (I think that it was the scattershot.) I ran up towards the house in sort of an arc, and when I ran past him, I fired at point blank range, and he burned away.
After that I looked around and saw crawlers. (Another enemy from the game.) making their way towards me from nearly every direction. My cousin took out a weapon from the game too. I think he had a DMR or something. We started shooting, but my dream recall fades away.

Death Centipede.

I was in some kind of clinic or hospital because I had a catterpillar or centipede of some sort attached to my arm. All I can remember was the insect had was about 1-2 inches long with four black spikes on each of its ~10 segments.
I tried to remove it, but the spikes were stuck in my skin. Some doctor or someone was telling me to just let the creature do its thing and it would release.
I watched as the creature began sucking blood somehow. In between the groups of spikes, it delicately suspended drops of my blood until the creature was covered in drops of blood. It then detached and my arm started bleeding pretty bad. Luckly, a doctor had a dressing ready and wrapped it around my arm.

Why do I have so many hunger games dreams?! I'm not even that into hunger games!

So, yes. I was in the hunger games again. Somebody was helping me get ready. The arena that we were to participate in was really cool because it consisted of all of these floating stone pillars.
A man came up to me and began looking at me. I suddenly get taken out of my own body and start watching him and me both from the perspective of the dream.
He says that he wants to make my hair black (instead of dark brown.) He does this with a simple wave of his hand.
He then says that I need to look like a cyborg. He attaches this metal plate to one side of my face. It was sort of a bronze color with this glowing green lens were my eye was.
I ask him why he's making me look like this. He explains that it's the hunger games and they want everyone to look really cool.

So I was in the gymnasium at my old middle school, and a football game was taking place. But I wasn't participating, but rather I was flying around on a small, wooden chair.
I specifically remember seeing one boy who apparently did not know the rules of football because he caught the ball, then stood there dazed and confused.
So I basically spent my time weaving through the players and enjoying the flying chair. I learned to control it, but as I did, I noticed that I was having more and more difficulty flying. (I could control the chair by holding onto the side of the seat, pulling up on one side would cause me to bank and therefore turn. Pulling up on both sides would go up. Leaning forward would make me go forward) Early on, I was flying high above everyone's heads, near the ceiling of the gymnasium, but by this point I was only a few inches off the ground.
I flew over into the corner and got off. There was an old woman there who requested to have a flying chair too. A second wooden chair appeared.
At this point, I wanted to try and get into the air again, so I got onto my chair, and flew into the wall. But before I hit it, the chair tilted to the wall, so the bottom was facing the wall. I went straight up the side of the wall about ten feet, then flipped around and glided back down towards the floor. I tried to keep going higher, but the flying wooden chair seemed to be out of power because it could barely hover, and eventually the chair was scraping against the ground until I came to a stop in the middle of the gymnasium.
I kept trying to get the flying chair to work some more, but it refused. I think that I woke myself up out of my frustration.

I should try that chair in a lucid dream. Tonight, maybe. My next lucid dreaming experiment is to try to create a "dream base". I can remember reading somebody's forum post about the idea. The concept is to incubate a dream inside your base so you become lucid. I think that the intent of building a base with the knowledge that you would return may increase the number of lucid dreams.

Aircraft Carrier

I was observing from the control tower of an aircraft carrier. There were large panoramic windows everywhere. I could see that we were surrounded by an escort fleet of smaller ships.
Slowly a storm began to encroach on the fleet of warships. Waves began to rock the aircraft carrier, and I saw lightning strikes in the distance.
A second fleet of ships began pulling aside our own. These ships looked less like military ships, but more cruise and cargo ships that were weaponized.
One of the men in the room ordered a missile strike. A missile fired off from the side of the carrier.
A battle began between the rigged ships and our more official naval ships. One of them fired a machine gun right into the control room that I was in.
The bullets shattered the glass and the cold, stormy air rushed in. The men began scrambling around shouting orders. I ran downstairs, and found a similar control room directly below.
I continued going down stairs for several levels, through the general chaos of battle on the ship. I was ducking down, avoiding the bullets that were ripping through the hull and falling debris.

Slavery escape

I know, this makes no sense.

I think that I was on some remote Caribbean island, where I had been made a slave and was being forced to plant crops. A young girl, probably around ten, had taken my laptop computer, and was threatening me with a sharpened stick.
There was a neighborhood only a few steps from the edge of farmland. After a few minutes, I decided to make a run for it, and dove into one of the yards, leaping over the fence.
The girl began to follow me, I continued running through yards and between houses. Eventually, I found myself at a dead end. All that was ahead of me was a tall chain link fence with barbed wire strung across the top.
I tried to leap over this one as well, but the wire caught my leg and I stumbled over. I got up and looked around. I realized that I was fenced in. I knew that I couldn't leap the fence without getting cut by the barbed wire.
The girl who was chasing me came into the fenced in alley. I finnaly went to reason and asked her why she made me into a slave.
She knelt down and started crying and said that It was because she stole three dollars from her parents and was trying to make it up to them. The dream began fading at this point.