Lucid Time!

So this is going to be an exceptionally long entry because I have to bundle dreams from a nap I took yesterday with dreams from last night. Yesterday I took a nap from about 3:00pm until 6:00pm and had these dreams:

Something to do with a fat Minion. He had stolen some macguffin crucial to the plot of whatever movie I was watching (I think it was minions 2, but I can't be sure.), and was weighing the three options he could do for it. I remember he had three ideas. One that he could come clean and give the thing he had stolen back to its original owner and face the consequences. The other was that he could keep it and sell it on the black market. He had a third option but he had a very limited window of time to carry out this option, whatever it was, I forgot.

I remember he was in a restaurant setting and he was squirting blobs of mustard and ketchup to represent the good and bad things about each of his possible plans trying to weigh the pros and cons. The scene was supposed to be funny but I found he was making a mess. He got kicked out of the restaurant and these secret service guys took him away and interrogated him. When they took him to the interrogation chamber he played dumb and kept saying something about a banana.

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I was walking with my mom. My dad was cranky and didn’t want to walk with us but still wanted to be with us so we could know how mad he was about… uhh… I don’t know… something. so he was driving along very slowly in a car with the window rolled down next to us while me and my mom were talking.

My mom said something about the sky and I looked up to see some turbulent looking clouds (as well as a missed multi-moon dream sign) There was a very pretty sunset.

I’m fairly certain that there were little kids who looked like Cafe’s Dream Guides who were buying ice cream from the ice cream truck. There was some subplot where all three of them had a crush on her and were trying to impress her by buying her ice cream that she liked. But none of them actually knew what kind of ice cream she actually DID like, since none of them had the courage to approach her and ask her, so they were all making their best guesses. I remember just thinking about how the ice cream truck always comes so late in the day. (Accurate to WL, the ice cream truck in my neighborhood always does come very late in the day.)

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There was also a false awakening where I woke up at about 9:30pm, when in reality I fell asleep around 3:00pm and woke up at around 6:00. I remember a very large orange cat sitting in loaf position in the door of my room and I couldn’t get out of my room because of it.

Onto the dreams from last night: Between two WBTBs and my final awakening I had a lot of dreams, all of them completely non-lucid. A plot-line or two even transferred over the first Wake-Back-To-Bed.

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I was having lunch in the cafeteria of my elementary school. I said that I was having "Pickled Bento" and got some weird looks from some friends. I attained some level of lucidity and chuckled at the idea of a bento box inside of a giant glass jar of vinegar, and one appeared.


A fragment involving Bismuth being a sacred element. There were either three, four or six bismuth crystals that needed to be slotted into some alien device in a particular way. I think the bismuth crystals became contagious due to improper handling and began spreading across the surface of the planet. (I remember the planet I was on was not earth, it was some kind of alien planet, like mars, with dusty red soil.)

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I was playing Minecraft with this kid that I sometimes babysit. (IWL, our favorite activity is to play Minecraft.) I had built a large, detailed castle that he was very impressed with. I remember the castle had a large network of tunnels and rooms underneath it spreading almost all the way down to the bottom of the world. I was in the basement of the castle expanding the tunnels. But I had run into a lot of lava and the moment I remember most clearly was when I was mining some diamond ore blocks.

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I am at my college. My creative writing professor is there and she says we are going to watch some surprise children's cartoon and write a poem about it. She talks for a bit about the context of a children's cartoon and how we are adults and shouldn't be able to get much out if it. But apparently that's part of the exercise, that we have to re-invigorate this childlike sense of wonderment and fun from watching a cartoon and that's part of the exercise, then, while it's fresh on our minds, write a poem about it. The professor reminds us to not be late for the viewing of the cartoon.

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There is a jump in time to the night that we are supposed to be viewing the cartoon. At some point somebody figured out that it was going to be Episode 19 of season 2 of the original Avatar Cartoon. Then I remembered the professor had told us to take lots of notes before, during and after the viewing of the cartoon. Apparently the context of how we were feeling before and after viewing the show was important to our poetry.

For some reason, we were viewing it on a projector screen in the yard of the house next to mine, and I was in a hurry to get there because they were about to start. (I think I was hurrying back from a Taekwondo class, but I'm not sure.) Also, it is late at night, the sun is down, but there is still a little bit of twilight at this time. I am driving down the road in my subdivision backwards, mostly navigating with the rear view mirror. I remember I pulled into my yard backwards and ran out of the car to the neighbors yard where the class was. The professor was happy to see me and told me she was worried she would have to put a bad mark on my grade for not showing up.

I then remember my dad came out and told me to move the car off the lawn. (Surprisingly not very ticked considering I had done a pretty considerable lawn job.) I figured I could, since it would just take me a minute. He went back inside and started up the car. I started to pull into the road to park by the side of the road but a car drove past without its headlights on as I was pulling out and hit the rear passenger side of the car. It drove off without stopping.

I sighed and thought "oh great, now the car is damaged too." I started to orient it to park but I was facing down the road the 'wrong way', but then I saw another car (this time a big white pickup truck) drive out of the darkness without its headlights on. It rammed into me and I went third person as I saw the car roll several times onto the opposite side of the road to my house.

I went back into first person and saw a large cut on my left arm that was bleeding. I looked out the window and saw three moons (missed that dream sign again) and things went black.

I wake up in the hospital. The doctors said I had no permanent damage from the car accident, that I just lost consciousness from getting knocked around too much. I saw a bandage on my left arm. I then remember some police came in to talk to me about the car crash. I told them that there were two people driving without their lights on that it was their fault for hitting me since I had no chance of seeing them. They asked for more details on what happened.

I wanted to draw a picture for them but I didn't have a notepad, since I thought it would be the best way to explain it. I got out of bed and stood in the hallway with the police. One of the police went back to the car to get a notepad, but when he got back, I had lost the pen. I tried to walk back to my room to get it, but a doctor told me to sit down in the other room, since I was supposedly still weak from the crash. (Though I felt fine.)

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Somehow related to the previous dream. (I think I had been recruited into a secret agency after surviving the car crash, nobody thought the crash was survivable, but apparently I had unwittingly employed some advanced technique for surviving car crashes, and they had wanted me to drive a car and chase down criminals.) The car wasn't like a police car but a black sports car.

I was chasing some criminals in a remote country road. (I think it started out as the dirt road that runs behind my house, but as I drove it became an original creation to the dream with big hills and a railroad crossing. It was a beautiful, remote wooded road.) But they turned the tide on me because it turned out that the car I was chasing was just bait and their real plan was to capture an agent (me) and use me as a hostage. Two armored trucks came behind me with machine guns on top and started shooting at me.

I saw the railroad crossing was flashing so a train was coming. I thought this was how I could lose the armored trucks. The second one was hit by the passing train but the first one was still following me. I remember I turned and drove down another railroad track for awhile until my car got stuck. I got out and was walking by the side of the railroad track. I think was trying to call the agency for help on this little black star-trek communicator spy thing but the enemies had jammed my signal.

I came across these hillbilly people who were walking along the railroad tracks. It turned out they were all other agents. They said that a train shipping valuable supplies for the agency was going to pass through here but the bad guys had cut down trees and put them on the tracks.

I helped the redneck undercover agents by telling them to use a tree stump and a small log to make a lever that could be used to roll the bigger trees off of the train track. We got the last tree off of the track just as the train was getting near.

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I remember I brought the agents back to my house. They told me I was a good agent and I should keep eating my kid nuggets to stay healthy/strong/a valuable asset to the agency. I asked them what 'kid nuggets' were. They said that they were like chicken nuggets but made with the meat of little kids. I went up the stairs and saw them all eating what looked like plain timbits but they had meat inside of them and I figured those must be kid nuggets. Some low level of lucidity possessed me and I was able to convince myself that they were not really eating children, but rather just timbits.

4:30am WBTB

I am inside what feels like my cousin's school. (I visited my cousin's school once.) I remember I was re-taking the class from before and I was the assignment where we had to watch Season 2 episode 19 of Avatar. But this time we just had to walk to another classroom with a working video projector to do it. I remember the professor left and told us to take a ten minute break and meet her in either room 114 or 119, I forget.

I didn't need a break from the class and was actually rather excited to get on with the assignment. I walked down the hall to a room marked with the number I had to be in but when I went in there was a different teacher/professor teaching me math. There was a misunderstanding because the numbers 4 and 9 looked really similar when they were printed on the room numbers in the building and I had gone to the wrong room.

After the professor let me out, I realized I had to go to the bathroom. I went in to find ten gray urinals of increasingly large size. (The smallest being about the size of a sheet of letter sized paper, The largest being about 25 feet tall and so large that I had to slide along the opposite wall to get past it to the stalls.) There was only one bathroom stall. It had a black privacy wall and the toilet was elevated on a concrete slab making it very awkward to get on top of.

I went and did my business (sparing the details of this, other than saying that going to the bathroom here was surprisingly normal as far as dream bathroom trips go.) The bathroom was pretty dirty and it looked like somebody had peed on the floor. (Or... er... several people judging by the amount of urine.)

When I came out there was this girl with short blonde hair and a cheerleader outfit and I realized that I was walking out of the woman's bathroom. She took a picture of me with her phone and laughed because I walked out of the women's bathroom. Apparently she had switched the signs as part of a prank. I didn't get that right away and was convinced that I had been in the men's bathroom because there were urinals. She said she was going to start a rumor about me and I kicked her in the groin hard enough to lift her into the air and shouted:

Spoiler for for those of you who aren't used to how I talk when I'm angry in dreams:

CUNT PUNT, BITCH!

Thanks nonlucid dream-me. That was a totally valid reaction to that situation...

I don't remember the visuals/etc, but I remember the remainder of the plot that I ended up getting in trouble for kicking that girl because she was the daughter of the principal of the school and I got sent home early. My professor (who apparently saw the her switch the signs and defended me) said that I should come to class next time having watched the episode of avatar and taken notes for my poem.

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This was somehow also tied to both of the first two dreams. I remember my dad said that I had been having a hard time because I had either crashed the car or gotten in trouble at school or both. (The timeline of this whole thing was now nonlinear, this dream somehow took place on multiple timelines. In one timeline, all of the dreams from the night were supposedly happening in a linear sequence, and that he thought I was down on my luck because I had both failed to do the class assignment two times and I had been in the car accident. In another timeline, only the first dream involving the car crash happened, my dad assumed that I was only down on my luck because of that, and in a third timeline, the first dreams of the night had not happened and my dad thought that I was down on my luck only because of the incident in my cousin's school and the other dreams had not happened.)

S was there too, curious about what my dad was about to show us.

Anyways the thing he wanted to show me was his vinyl record of songs that he had recorded. Apparently, in dream my dad had secretly worked as a DJ at a disco deck around the year 1980. He had recorded this album called 'dark matter disk' of early electronic/techno songs. Apparently he was famous enough as a DJ to get this science fiction movie with the songs from his record as the soundtrack, and he was this sort of flash-Gordon style movie star to his own movie. But apparently the movie majorly bombed in ratings and didn't make enough money to pay for itself, and my dad was really embarrassed about the corny acting and poorly written story, but he decided to overcome his embarrassment and show me and S.

He put the movie into the video player. It started off with the backstory saying that in 2077 Nasa built a telescope powerful enough to see planets in orbit around other stars. But when they looked at what seemed to be an empty patch of sky they saw the Dark Matter Disk.

It was an alien spacecraft but in the shape of a record, a huge disc with a hole in the center. There were energy conduits glowing green running out from the center. The NASA scientists said that the spacecraft was twice as big as the distance of the sun to Neptune, but very thin, only a few hundred miles thick. I remember very good for 1980 computer CGI of the spacecraft using gravity waves to collect gas planets, apparently planets that were rouge and didn't orbit any star. There were dozens of planets originally arranged randomly, but they were arranged by the ship's gravity waves into a row perpendicular to the spacecraft, passing through the central hole.

Then two smaller spacecraft detached from the main, and each flew to the end of the row of gas planets. They were originally thin needle like spacecraft but they unfolded into these parabolic dishes facing inward toward the middle. They then fired an energy beam that forced the row of planets to collapse right in the center of the main spacecraft. They formed a black star, but it created white light along the edges and a few spots in the middle. Apparently they called it a black hole star.

I lost the dream here, but the plot of the movie had something to do with the aliens trying to steal all of the gas planets in our solar system to make their next star.

6:00am WBTB, Wee back to bed, Nose Pinched upon awakening, suspicious of a false awakening, but it was real life.

I was walking out of my high school. I think this was on a timeline where only the dream involving the cheerleader in my cousin's high school had happened but none of the other dreams had not happened.

I remember I got to the room in the stairs under the wing by the bus loop and these four guys stopped me. They started talking to me like they were going to bully me. I got ready and as I expected one of them came at me and tried to attack me with a knife. I didn't want to get in trouble for fighting in school so I tried not to kick him too hard. (Also, my martial arts felt sluggish. Usually even when nonlucid, I'm very light and nimble and can attack quickly. In this dream they felt slower than real life) I did kick the guy away into the wall and he dropped the knife.

Then this little but still muscular guy came up to me and I grabbed his hand and twisted it causing him to fall over and took him down. This big burly black guy then came at me with brass knuckles. I ran around and avoided his punch, then jumped and kicked him in the stomach. He just laughed it off and told all of the other guys to stop trying to attack me. Everyone else got up, uninjured.

The black guy explained that these four were a part of some fitness club and they wanted to remind people that fitness was good for self defense, and that if this had been a real fight, most people would have lost. Apparently they got clearance with the school to pretend to assault people to convince them to go to this after school fitness thing, since apparently violence was a big problem at my school in-dream.

I told them I already did Taekwondo, but that I would consider coming in if I found time in my schedule. I also told him to probably rethink the marketing tactic though and the guy said that it was probably a good idea since not a lot of people appreciated being pretend attacked. My friend S appeared saying he saw the fight happening at the other end of the hall and came to help, but I explained what was going on.

The last thing I remember was the power in the school going out. The black guy said that some antagonists were doing it and now the six of us had to work together to take them on in a real fight.

Nonlucid Dream: 1pt*7=7
Fragment 0.5pt*4=2
WBTB (fail) 2pt*2=2

Night Total: 11