non-lucid

Notes:
- Tom Cruise must have been a lead character or something; I have this picture of him over an overgrown metropolis under a sunrise burnt into my memory.
- Everything in this dream had detail; everything had history to it. Materials had science behind them and every place had some sort of story. It was very vivid.

[Plot 1 begins]:
Here's the gist of the setting: I'm in a movie that one of my best friends recommended to me; it was a mixture of Interstellar and Space Marines. Essentially there were two factions in the world (far in the future): there were those who wore Space Marine suits like the picture below (they weren't called that) and those who didn't (typically regarded as poor).


There was peace between these two powers for the moment, but not for long. An ancient relic in an abandoned building defined this relationship. But I was going there to do something with it.

I'm moving in with a good buddy of mine (who I don't actually know) on the building. We’re dressed in Brink-esque clothes. A bobcat kills an opossum and then tries to fight us. We kill it.

Then we were in the building, and the relic was in some old refrigerator or something. Then Tom Cruise in his armor steps in, and we negotiate and talk about what doing this means for society. The discussion was deep and beautiful, but I wish I could remember more.

[End plot 1; plot 2 begins]:
I dunno, we were kinda wandering around in my house at night… it felt like “we” but I think it was just me.

I don't know why, but it felt like something was off; that the house was eerie. I was just wandering around, but when I looked into a room without the lights on, I could faintly see these demonic "silhouettes" of my parents staring at me like the picture below. In an Alan Wake-like manner I was able to "erase" them by shining a light at them.

Note:
- I can't quite remember what order everything was in... but I'll go with my gut.
- As soon as the "lucidity" kicks in, I feel like it was fake. Like the lucidity was part of the dream and not really my conscious.

[Plot begins]:
I'm at some store (my brain tells me it's Ollie's) with my family. I round a corner and see this girl who I pseudo-broke-up with a long time ago (long story).
[Note: The day before, she'd shot me a pleasant look when I coincidentally saw her]
She sees me, and acknowledges me, not saying anything. Immediately, the awkwardness sets in, and I make my way out of the store. However, I hear her say under her breath something to the effect of: "There he goes again, saying nothing..."
This gave me the courage to turn around and go up to her.
I say, "Hey... How've you been?"
She looks down and says, "Pretty good... you?"
"Same." I say. There's this aura of wanting to reconcile, when she says:
"Do you want to make some plans?"
And I say "Yes."


[End plot; change setting]
I'm floating above this game world very similar to Minecraft and panning around (it's filled with tons of people). For some reason, I know I'm lucid and I think to myself: Yes! Now I can do the TOTM! <-- (Not really; I just wanted to pee on a DC)
Immediately, I fly over to this train station. There's this statue of a fat, drunk woman with *erm* improper dress holding a graduated cylinder full of pink liquid. I find Ron Weasley and a bunch of other DC's. I chase one of them and try peeing on them.... and I wake up. But I'm not sure if I really woke up or if I had a false awakening; this whole thing was pseudo-lucid.
Repeat the above step several times.

[Fragment]:
I look to the skies and fly straight up, but the trees never stop getting taller... odd.

[Wake up.]

Setting:
The scene is an open, craggy desert mountain region not unlike that of Pakistan or other mountainous desert regions. My POV is on one side of a 40-foot wide crack in the ground, while on the other side there lay a green catwalk hanging over the canyon, and behind it sat a large water-tank looking thing. Many details were forgotten by the time I wrote the dream down, sadly.

[Plot begins; POV above canyon]:
Terrorists had tried to attack the industrial area by going through the canyon, which proved futile for many -- considering they had been quickly dispatched by US military personnel. However, one still lied, half buried in the sand, struggling to keep breathing.

[POV across canyon from the water tank]:
At this point, Obama (in a suit and white hard hat) walks out from the left of the water tank with an entourage of construction workers and military officers. He's asking questions and observing the area, prospecting.

[POV in canyon]:
The man suffering in the canyon grabs his M9 pistol, and points it backwards towards his head. He shouts in Arabic twice, and begins to pull the trigger. Suddenly, some coiled garden hose came into his reach and he grabbed on. It pulls him out of the sand at which point he gets a clear view of Obama. He took the shot, and killed Obama.

[Change setting to looking at TV video of assassination]:
I feel sad, and begin to wonder what Biden will do with the presidency. I discuss this with myself for ~3 minutes.

[Plot ends; wake up]

Note:
- Before dreaming, I hadn't had my usual glass of water before bed...
- This dream resulted in a hormonal high for the rest of the day. Now, whenever I think of it, the same feeling comes back. Rather pleasant, really.

[Fragment; not related to plot]:
I'm floating up above a massive desert town. Kinda like a Las Vegas but slightly more dusty and fake looking. For once I'm actually kinda flying, but it's not like I am physically up there; it's more that the "camera" of the dream is in the sky. It was really cool up there.

[Plot begins; change setting to below]:
I'm in some sort of academic tour of a seemingly historical area with my "social studies class". We're in a small building (pictured below):

Anyways, we were on our way through (doing a gallery walk) while a class from another school was on their way out the way we came. There was an artifact we were supposed to be looking at, but the only artifact I saw was a girl.

She was Asian (reminiscent of someone I used to know), and rather beautiful. But what surprised me more was that she noticed me and shot me a smile from across the room; I did the same. As we walked by each other, we both said "hi" simultaneously. I felt pretty good

[Plot continues; change setting to my house]:
It's night time. I walk out onto my porch where my mom is chilling out, playing games on her iPad. Dad guns it up the driveway in an old (like 30 years old) beat-up red Chrysler coupe with groceries, and stops magically at the top of the driveway. He's looking a bit crazy-eyed.

At this moment, I get a call. I answer, and I hear this:
"Hi! I'm Ki, the girl you saw at camp today. I looked through the directories and databases to find your number, but I just wanted to tell you about myself! I grew up in [censored for privacy], too! --"
She proceeds to tell me a bit about her singing, and she proceeds to sing a couple rock songs, and was astoundingly good at it! She then hung up. Feelin' pretty good

My mom checked my email and discovered that Ki had written an email to me as well, and proceeded to give me an all-knowing "you've got yourself a girlfriend" glance.

[Plot ends; setting doesn't change]:
My parents task me with bringing our car to the neighbors and parking it. I asked Dad to move my car out of the way, and he proceeded to show me his collection of random crap he had stuffed in my car (like in the headliner and the vents). This collection included broken Joker figures wrapped in paper towels and Dim Sum posters...

[Wake up]