Jenos's Garden of Dreams

This one is really bugging me. I can't figure out for the life of me whether this is an old dream that has reoccurred or just my brains re-enactment of a movie I saw a long time ago, but it seems so familiar. (and no, it's not I Am Legend)

Zombies and Vampires And Mutants, Oh My!
Non-Lucid: I had remembered more of this dream when I woke up, but I procrastinated and now only remember some scenes. The earliest I can remember is being in a run down house. It was mid-day, with me were 4 or 5 other people, at least two of them were women. At my side stood Roland Deschain (from the Dark Tower series by Stephen King, if you're familiar with it) or some character like him. Inside this old, abandoned shack we made a plan. You see, recently the town had been overrun with some kind of virus, or mutation. The world had moved on and we were getting ready to go with it. We had a plan now.

West of this little dusty rundown shack was a car garage, and west of that was some kind of forge or factory. The gunslinger next to me would run to the car garage and get a car working while the rest of us would run to the factory. and so we did.

The factory turned out to be a small industrial building, it sat in the center of a fairly large, empty plane of pavement surrounded by a brown wooden fence that was seeing it's final days. The four or five of us, two women, one white with short blonde hair, the other black also with short hair that was black. The two or three men I fail to remember. The building has large doors on each side favoring the far side of the building, big enough to let a bus enter. Inside it the floor is flat, and on the left it promptly slopes up onto another level the was 2-3 feet higher that ground level.

As soon as we enter the little building (about the size of a small hangar if that helps you put it into perspective) the horde of zombie-vampire-mutants arrived. We sealed the doors, short haired blonde was yelling orders. The short but wide dust coated windows, were blocked out from the light by the spider-like creatures. Short haired blonde and the black women are now brandishing machine guns (I couldn't tell you the exact type). The door I was facing was immediately blown open despite the barricades placed. one or two people go down, and we book it back to the car garage where the gunslinger waits for us to get in.

I hop in the car, short blonde hair does as well, but the other 2-3 don't make it. The car is dusty, the interior was home to brown leather seats and the rest was black. The windows were almost entirely darkened from the afternoon light as a result of the mutant-zombie-ninja-turtles hugging the crap out of the car. We take off, dream ends.

As a side note, I had a dream that I was on Whose Line Is It Anyway, it was fun and a shame I can't remember it.

I originally wasn't going to post this dream, but I figured I should. I mean, how else am I going to strengthen those neuro-trans-capacitors or whatever you call them?

A Lot of Recycled Material and Unoriginality
Non-Lucid: Starting from the earliest part of the dream I can recall, I am in a lady-friends home. It's not actually her real life home, but a re-used house from an old dream. Her and I have a short conversation or something, I have trouble remembering this part of the dream. The dream (or is it my memory?) skips forward and I am on a roof in a small town. It's like something out of the modern west, with flat-top buildings going along one main road. I am holding a dull but gold CZ, inspired by DayZ I'm guessing. I'm in a skirmish with some unknown person. I move around, get off the building, and am now running away from this little town. But Alas, he shoots me, and I am dead. I "respawn" along a river. And someone is talking to me and telling me I have to find some kind of boat and bring it down to this river where there is a giant deflated red castle, which he/she says will be inflated while I am gone. (this is also recycled from an old dream that was inspired by skyrim). I believe I woke up after that.

It's really odd, all of this, considering I haven't touched any games (with the exception of DayZ) in months.

Moving to a Moon
Non Lucid: So I have finally arrived at one of Saturn's many moons to settle with the rest of the pioneers. It's like an earth mixed with mars, but instead of a small white Moon, there is a giant gas planet with rings and all that nice stuff. The sky is tinted orange, and while it looks like there's a dust storm up there, it's completely clear down here. I'm in my "hut" which looks like something from Red Faction: Guerilla, I ask someone (I don't recall who it was) whether or not I can fly back to earth and rejoin my people (perhaps I haven't thought this journey through, but it sure is lonely up here). I look up to see the sun "rising", it's coming out from behind Saturn, which I can see almost all of, including the rings. But the sun is actually larger than it appears here on Earth, and you can look straight at it (The dust cloud must just enough light, or you know, maybe it's a dream). One day on the moon (meaning day AND night) lasts 40 minutes. A look around at the ground reveals an orange soil with some small weeds covering it, much like my front yard. The terrain (outside of the settlement) is rocky, which leads me to believe that this dream is heavily influenced by the same game I mentioned earlier. I then go for a walk, on my way back as I am passing some car dealership (A car dealer ship on a moon on Saturn that has just been settles? I really need to recognize these dream signs) and am antagonized by two men in suits. They steal 600 of whatever currency is used here and run off. I only got a good look at one of them, who when appeared again on my walk back. He materialized in front of me for around 3 seconds. In a business suit, coarse brown hair, parted on the right (his right) jogging slowly. He looked a lot like Jason Batemen in "The Ex" now that I think about it. He promptly disappeared and I continued on my way home. When I got home I found my house was the scene of a murder. Much of it was blocked off by yellow police tape. I talked to one of the officers (The chief I think) and asked him if there was a lot of mugging going on, he said yes, especially in front of that car dealership. (I wish I could remember the name of it, because it was important. I believe it started with an I or an L)

Regaining Dream Recall
Well it's been awhile, hasn't it? Almost half a year now, I think. Well after my first hardly-successful lucid dream, I gave up. I don't know why. A couple days ago I decided to get back in the game, and stared keeping a private journal (you know, in the waking journal section), but I digress.

So here I am, and here you are. If you've read this far, then boy do I have a treat for you. That's right, you get to read about my snippet of a dream.

I'm following my dad along this road. The road doesn't exist in the real world, but in the dream world it's near my house. I'm following my dad somewhere, and take a look to my right. There's a big lake. Water reacts weirdly in my dreams apparently. Instead of only parts of the water reflecting light (like you see in a pool) that whole damn thing does, as if the sun were in the water. We go a further for a while, I don't really remember much until the part where we turn around. We walk by some winding street that goes up the side of a mountain (a mountain in Rhode Island? hat should have put me right into a lucid) on this street that are big houses, twice, maybe three times the size of mine. One is a beige/pinkish color, and kind of a medieval style. The house closest to the road that we're walking on is a pale blueish color, with a hint of purple. I make a remark to my dad about how rich you would ave to be to live in these houses, or something like that. I look to the left, and the once huge lake is now but a small pond next to a house that is more appropriately sized. We walk further and I turn around to notice a fat dog trailing me. It's a golden retriever, and it looks tired. (I actualyl don't know when this part occurred, but I know that it did). I pull out a map and see that the pale blueish-purple building that we had passed is in fact a mirror emporium! My dad make some joke about my saying that only the rich live there or some hooblah like that. We continue and take a right onto another street and the memory of the dream fades.

Well that turned about to be a bit more than a snippet, didn't it? Guess my dream recall hasn't suffered too much.