KatBee

Usual routine, drank my elixer, took my supplements at the usual times. Asleep around midnight.
First dream, all I remember is something about a van, hearing police sirens, trying to run away (drugs in the car) knowing I was going to get caught so deciding with the guy I was with that we would surrender ourselves. We get in an elevator with the police, the guy I'm with kicks a bottle cap. Then as if it were a firecracker, the bottle cap starts bouncing around the elevator compartment, and I crouch down. It hits me in my back repeatedly, so much so that I know this is going to kill me. I wake up with my back still hurting.
I'm camping in the woods, perhaps waiting for my family to pick me up. Theres a very friendly monkey playing around near me, so I join him. We swing around wildly from the trees and have lots of fun. I remember telling some people about the monkey, and as if the story was incredibly boring, they all just sorta walked away... I wake up from the awkwardness.
I've time travelled, its the 1960s. My hippie friends and I are driving around in a van. Next thing I know, we've crashed and damaged a public park area in the middle of nowhere. The police tell us we have 10 weeks to restore the area or else be charged. Looking around, it's old, but extremely beautiful landscape. Theres a full crazy zoo, I fly over it, afraid to fall into the enclosures. There are animals like tigers, chimps, everything crazy and exotic. I know they are here because most families don't own a TV or computer like we do now, and this is the only way they would ever see an animal like this outside of a book. We restore the area, but it's not as nice as before. Next dream...
Still the 1960's, still in a van with hippies. One girl has long, beautiful red hair. She is romantically with the guy that time travelled with me, but that doesn't stop me from pursuing her. At some point, I kiss her, and it's amazing. We talk about how everyone is so chill in this time, that it doesn't matter if someones ex girl and current girl are friends. She tells me its because "we all live for the music, it's our only true love." This girl has been to Woodstock. We decide next time I time travel, that is where we'll go, and I'll find her there. I overhear her telling a group of her friends she's bisexual, a female friend of hers is disgusted, and this upsets me greatly. Next dream...
I'm with new people now, a youngish guy and his sister. It's still the past, but perhaps further back this time. There was some nonsense about a magic spell, some CRAZY driving on tracks that went up and down hils and upside down and even jumped holes in the tracks a few times, like a rollercoaster, but in a van. The girl seems to like me, and we kiss secretly several times. Her brother seems to know, as does a female friend of hers. It's very scandalous. When it's time for me to go back to 2020, I tell them as much as I can. Cigarettes are bad, septum piercings are popular, no one cares very much if you're gay, music festivals are still great but nothing ever compares to Woodstock. I wake up for the last time.

I typed this up in great detail, and then the page reloaded and didn't save any of it. SO here's the much shorter run down.
MCT oil, raw honey, melotonin, and tincture blend (African dream root, bobinsana root, blue lotus, calea z, mugwort, lemon balm, damiana) around 10:45, asleep by 11. Multiple dreams and multiple Lucids, woke up several times but the dreams continued each time, so here's the important stuff I remember.

Theres a party in my apartment, lots of people are hanging out. Someone does a hit of coke in my kitchen, causing me to question the situation. I look at my hands. Tooooo many fingers. I tell someone else to look at her hands, she agrees with me, this is a dream.
I go to my room to go to bed, the apartment is empty now, my roommate says something to me. I look at my hands again, yes this is still a dream. I grab some pillows off my bed, sit on the floor to meditate. Several Om Mani Padme Hums later, I open my eyes. My room is no longer my bedroom, but a concrete industrial type room with floor to ceiling windows on the two outward facing walls. This is sharper, more in focus than any lucid dream I've had in a long time, the meditation was well worth it. I decide to seek the McDouble I've been after in several of my last lucids. I turn toward the windows, expecting to break one and jump out, but to my surprise theres a window that opens easily, and a staircase leading to the ground. I walk down, and think of the task of the month. A breeze starts up, cooler and fresher than it has any right to be.
As I walk through this city scape, I look at the DCs and am aware they are simply projections of my subconcious. I lock eyes with one, he knows what I am thinking.
Strawberries grow like weeds against a building. I pick some, a nearby tree whacks me with its branches, these are not my strawberries.
I see my families old tan van, I climb in, find Mcdonalds bags (clearly full of trash). I search one anyways, hoping to find a McDouble. My mother is in the drivers seat, says she'll take me to a McDonalds. She drives, and as she is on a collision course with a wall, I close my eyes. I open them, and now we're at McDonalds. We're so close, my McDouble dreams are coming true. I place my order, get my burger, take several bites so big I finish nearly half the sandwhich at once. No ketchup. I wander the store, find a ketchup bottle on a shelf, douse my burger, take some more bites. Perfect.
I sit at a long table, my mother to my right, the people from the party filling the other seats. Soon we are all eating chocolate covered strawberries, which are much tastier than the burger. My mother and I fight about my unhealthy eating habits, but I tell her this is a dream and I can eat whatever I like. She leaves.
I wake up for the final time.
During one of the times I woke up, I had my usual false awakening during which I thought I was writing in my DJ, only to wake up and find out that never happened. This occurs at least once every night.