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I was in an apartment with a few friends. I was in the bedroom with a particular friend who I've only recently grown attracted to. We were laying next to eachother but not in any sexual sort of way, and I got up and went into the kitchen. I then saw the others laying in the living room and watching the television and hanging out. I saw my crush leave the room and I suddenly figured I'd ask her about her first kiss to segway into my kissing her, but decided the best place to do this wasn't in front of everyone where she'd feel pressured, so I retired back to the bedroom.

She followed me but when she entered she was no longer herself. Instead of it being Alyssa it was now an old friend of mine Taylor. I felt awkward asking a question with that purpose but for some reason it was already decided that I'd ask. So I did and she mentioned something about her boyfriend and then we segwayed into going on a trip.

We were in a BMW that was stick shift however the seat was rotated funky and I couldn't press on the clutch very easily and shifting was a challenge. I adjusted the seat as we approached a red light after driving several blocks with this uncomfortable seating arrangement. I was feeling very tired or something and was looking out the passenger window instead of watching where I was going and the lady in the lane to the left of me had decided to start switching lanes to pull into my lane but ran out of room to pull forward so she was half in my lane and half in hers. I have extensive wreck avoidance practice from racing and so out of the corner of my eye I saw her as I approached and I had pulled a bit far up on her side, it looked as if I was trying to block her from getting into my lane.

The driver was a middle aged mother of 2 and both of her daughters were sitting in the passenger seat looking out the window. I could hear them talking and somehow our cars were attached and it was like we were only separated by a thin sheet of glass but I could hear them just as if they were right next to me. I told Taylor that I could hear them and then I wondered if they could hear me. When I looked back at the mother and daughters all three of them were looking directly at me, but not in a creepy way, just more like the mother was looking at me because she was pissed off and the daughters were looking because the mother was.

The light turned green.

I let her pull ahead of me and I began to drive. With the seat fixed I felt much better with driving the manual transmission and downshifted to second gear after we were going down the road. I nailed the gas and we began to take off but it wasn't as quick as I anticipated. In fact the car was rather slow. I shifted to third gear. Not much speed.

The road then dead ended into a parking garage and we were waiting in a line of people to get a ticket to park. I noticed that the lady from the red light was in front of me.

We lost interest in waiting and got out of the car and walked through a doorway. We were on this rooftop of sorts. It was like a restaurant that had been setup on a rooftop. It wasn't the place we had been looking for and I looked around. There were quite a few people around. Suddenly across the rooftop an older man raised his hand and waived at us. It was Taylor's PaPa. He was a kindly looking older man with white hair. Before we walked all the way over to him I thought "this is all a really weird scenario" and decided to do a reality check. I looked at my hand to count my fingers, a full proof method of reality checking for me, and noticed I had 5 fingers. I looked up and then looked back down at my hand. I had to concentrate because it was difficult to count for some reason but i managed to tell that there was an irregularity with my hand. I managed to count 6 fingers. I said "okay 6 fingers so I'm dreaming".

I felt the rush of lucidity waft over me like a wave on the sands of the beach. I felt warm and everything became very clear and colorful. The sun was out and there were clouds in the sky and people eating at tables. The first thing I wanted to do was stabilize the dream. I started clapping my hands together and then remembered reading something about touching objects in the dream world. I walked up to somebodies table and slapped my hands down on it. They didn't go through. I was surprised at how real it felt. I rubbed my hands together a little more and then I walked up a small flight of stairs to go to the next balcony restaurant patio thing and picked up somebodies drink from their table. I poured it on the ground right in front of them and laughed. They looked at me and I said "suck it" and then he went back to eating. I looked around and started wondering what I should do. I quickly looked for the hottest girl around to get some action with but then thought that this would be a waste of a lucid dream. Regardless I found a girl and slipped my hands into her shirt. I closed my eyes for a moment to imagine a girl and have her appear but when I closed my eyes I lost lucidity and the dreamscape closed.

Fuck. Wasted a perfect lucid dream.

I was attending college and I remember being in the school then being home and looking at the time and remembering it's getting late and that the teacher told me before that class starts at 8 and not to be late. I went into my grandfather's bedroom and there was some sort of class taking place so I sat down and we were back in college sort of. It's hazy now that I've woken. Two girls were coming in late but instead of sitting down they kept walking back and forth down the halls looking around into different bedrooms until they got to mine at the end of the hall and then started heading for the front door. I chased after them and they were way too sexy. To explain the kind of sextra they were, think "new wave Russian Porn". I talked to the sexiest girl about sex stuff for a moment until she seemed uninterested and walked outside. I turned to her friend who seemed more interested and began to explain that I was about to jizz on her. Just as soon as I said that I jizzed on her arm. She smiled. I smiled. It was a good time.

Later I'm downstairs in my grandparents house, and my uncle is there. In waking life my uncle is not allowed to be a part of the family until he gets help and sober up from lots of drugs and other things. He has tried to kill me three times and I have a Protection Order against him so he can't be near me or the house for a year. I saw him there and began to panic knowing he would try to kill me. I went into the laundry room and walked to my grandpa's tool bench to find something to defend myself with. He walked into the door way. I couldn't find a tool in time and he started walking at me and smiling and said something. I shouted for my dad and then ran out the back entry to the laundry room which leads to the garage and I tried to slam the door behind me but thought he may be too close and could catch it before it slammed. I pressed the button to open the garage and sprinted to the garage door and slid under the tiny bit that was open so far. My uncle, being a 300lb 6'4" man should have been slow... but he was right behind me. I knocked over the garbage can to slow him and tried to run as fast as I could but I was running slowly. I kept shouting and my dad came outside seemingly unconcerned. I think my uncle tripped or something and my dad wentry to stand over him to make sure he didn't get up. I started saying everything I wanted to say while he was on the ground. "Ha! Fuck you you big fat bitch! Suck my dick you twat!" I noticed it was very dark, like late night with no moon. He started cussing me and saying he's gunna kill me and I grabbed my phone to start taking photos of the scene and a video. My dad looked up to say something to the elderly neighbor who seemed concerned and was coming outside. I turned to video her for a second and when I turned back my uncle was getting up and charging at me. I ran for a second and then decided to fight. I was going to kick him in the knee and snap his knee back but for some reason it's impossible with the way he's leaning forward etc. Instead he walks right up to me and grabs me and starts to walk to the cement driveway. I imagine he's going to start beating my head into it. I claw at his face and start to grab his ear to rip it but it's like his ear is made of wood and nothing happens and I can't get a grip on it either.

The dream faded and now I'm in a car with my dad. We're pulling into this auto repair place with a lot of garages in back, lined next to one another like how car auction houses are. We pull into one and its all very familiar. We walk through some complicated hallways and into a room that only has a few basic office things in it like a chair and desk. I remembered there being a full size car in this little room bit it isn't there. I told my dad it was here earlier. We begin walking down the hall until we see a guy sitting behind this big desk that takes up the whole end of the hallway, like the kind of desk stand you sit at when you're on the witness stand in court. Just behind and to the right of him (like the judge) was a lady doing paperwork. The guy leaned forward and was grabbing papers from a printer or somebody around the corner and asked if they were waiting for those reports so he could start on some other work.

Then I woke up!
All of my dreams have a slightly dark lighting to them for some reason.

Operation Homicide - Ep. 101 Bad-Ass McCoy is a series of my dreams where I take on the character of Bad-Ass McCoy, and kick ass. Whether it be random villains or Albanian drug lords, Bad-Ass can handle it all. So get your guns ready, cock 'em, and hand 'em over, because I'm about to do all the shooting.

Level of Lucidity: 1
Level of Clarity: 4
Level of Realism: 4
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)


Operation Homicide Ep. 101: There I am. In a fancy, modern style apartment building. I'm standing in a large ground floor room, that seems to be partially a gym, and partially a recreational room. There's quite a few dream characters around me, and I seem very confident in my ability to walk from one side of the room to the other. I walk to the other side of the room, and find a doorway with a staircase behind it. I climb the stairs for about four flights, and then the stairs simply end, with a ladder and a small roof door above it that requires the climber to push it open to continue their ascent.

I pushed it open, and had a look around. It was a standard apartment roof and seemed completely normal, but I did notice that it was a very hard angle to pull myself up and onto the roof from the ladder, so I just stayed on the ladder and looked around. After a few brief moments of looking, I began to lower myself down the ladder and descend to the ground floor. When I got the the ground floor, mostly everything was the same, except for the fact that most of the walls had been replaced with large ceiling to ground windows. Similar to this, but without the window pains:



Suddenly someone walks in and starts an argument with a lady behind one of the park benches conveniently located in the middle of the room. He then turned his head and stared dead at me. I felt something in the back waistband of my pants, and quickly reached back and whipped out a pistol. The man whipped out a pistol too, and began to fire at me. Luckily he was a retard when it comes to aim, and I managed to shoot him square in the chest, I believe killing him.

After that everyone looked semi-relieved. All of a sudden two more men come busting through one of the ceiling to ground windows. They both have guns but for some reason decide to run at me instead of shooting me. I decided not to shoot them and instead turn around and begin running up the stairs. (Dream logic...)

They weren't far behind me, but as I began to run up more and more stairs, I started skipping stairs and climbing 3-4 stairs with each step. I got quite a ways ahead of them, but then I got to the ladder. I climbed up it with ease, but then had trouble pushing the latch open to finish my escape onto the roof. The enemy caught up with me and one of the men grabbed a hold on my foot.

I looked down to the guy and said "Wait a second guys, let me get up here, I don't wanna fall."

The two enemies nodded their heads and said "Okay, good point" and then let my foot go so I could safely open the latch. I then decided it best to perhaps go back downstairs and make an exit instead of jumping off of a roof. The guys understood and followed me down. The guys and I commenced to telling some jokes and laughing on the way down about the guy who I killed. By the time we reached the bottom floor I snapped back to my senses and whipped my pistol around and shot both guys, but neither died.

I ran through the window that they busted when they made their entrance and I was just out of their reach of being able to grab my shirt. I ran around the back of the building and came all the way around to the side opposite of where they busted in. There was a bench outside of the window I was running towards, and everything suddenly moved in extreme slow motion. I ran up to the bench and jumped just enough so that my left leg landed on the seat of the bench. I looked back and thought to myself "Maybe they won't know how to jump and will just trip on the bench." It made zero sense, but after seeing what a derp their friend was, anything was possible. I jumped up and over the bench, and dived through the window, landing in a somersault.



The two guys simply walked around the bench and walked into the building through the giant hole I just made in the glass. I turned to them and without thinking shot both of them.

Everyone in the lounge area seemed very surprised and scared at the fact that I just fired my pistol indoors, and less surprised or scared that I just killed 3 people.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at me, until one guy shouted "Go get-em Bad-Ass McCoy!"

I casually walked out of the building through the front door with my new idenetity, feeling totally, 100%... bad-ass.

Level of Lucidity: 1
Level of Clarity: 6
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Parts of this dream are in present tense and some are in past tense. When I wrote this I had just woken up and was going back and forth between the tense because I was tired.

Dream 1: I am standing on a sort of futuristic football field with a large-ish African American kid about my age. He and I are supposed to be protecting somebody, but it’s not a life or death thing, we’re supposed to be protecting him in a game we’re about to play. There are tons of other people around our age (18) there, just walking around the field. Something happens and everyone starts running in the same direction, as if a race is starting. I start running as fast as I can to get to the front of the pack. The race leads off the football field, and there was a long handicap ramp for people to roll up if they’re in wheel chairs. I ran up to it, and jumped over the railing, taking a shortcut. I jump over the next two railings too.



I see that my old middle school friend, who I just saw recently for the first time in years at a grocery in the waking world, was running and she was in the front of the group. It reminded me of when we were back in school, and she would always be at the front of class, always putting her hand up first. In a sense she was leading the class.

I catch up to her and she seems to know where she’s going, so I start to follow her. We run through a building and then down several flights of stairs. The stairs change from being a house kind of stairwell to being an industrial kind of stairwell with cement stairs and railings and cement walls. All of a sudden the stairwell ends and we’re in a large cement parking lot. I looked around and everything had a sepia tone to it.

There were some tire marks on the cement, but no parking space lines.



I looked forward and remembered that I need to keep following her. She ran around a corner and got a slight lead on me, but she didn't know I was following her. When I run around the corner she is gone, and there are multiple stairways and multiple doors leading all sorts of directions. I had no idea which way to go. To my left was a scissor gate like a small business would use in a town to keep the front of the store inaccessible during the night from thieves.



I didn't have much time. I looked around desperately trying to find her, but I was too late. The herd of kids had caught up, but they were in the hallway that was blocked off by that sliding scissor gate. Cayla (my friend from school) was behind the scissor gate too. I looked at her and she looked at me as if to say “How did I get in here?”

I took advantage of the opportunity, and ran in one of the random directions. It led me to a train tunnel like place, and I kept running. Eventually I wound up at a bus at the end of the tunnel. I looked around and noticed that it was night time, and everything was dark. I got into the bus and sat near the front. There were already three other people on the bus. Two girls my age and one boy who I seemed to know from somewhere. Once I was on, the bus started to drive away. We drove down a street and I noticed that it was a place I was familiar with, my grandparents neighborhood. We all started talking to eachother, saying hello and asking names. I think one of the girls said her name was Stacy. She was very attractive. I then sat back in my chair and waited for a while. It felt like we were driving for an hour. By this time we were all good friends, even the bus driver. We pulled into a small city, and I saw some small houses on my left, and what appeared to be an amusement park in front of us. I looked down to the road as we approached a red light, and noticed that there was a small African American baby sitting in the road. He didn’t seem scared, he was quite playful. He was acting like a frog, and as soon as I acknowledged that, a black frog about the size of the baby appeared next to him. They were both sticking their tongues out and trying to catch something on the ground, perhaps an ant or a bug, with their tongues.

The light changed and we progressed on our journey. I looked behind me at the girls and noticed that they were making out. I thought to myself “ ……. HOT!” My buddy who was sitting in the back kind of looked at me and laughed then looked out the window, as if he’d seen this a million times. The girls off and on started kissing eachother, and I looked at Stacy and said “Can I help you girls out?” They kind of ignored me but I was persistent and said “I wanna get involved with that!” They stopped kissing and looked at me, it sort of creeped me out because they didn’t say anything for a second. Then Stacy said “No.” (Damn!)

We pulled up next to a large strange shaped rock/metal formation at the amusement park and stopped next to it, still on the road, by a curb. The wall formation looked like the wall in this picture of a ride at six flags:



We all got out and started walking, but we knew where we were going. After we turned a corner I was at my old house, which has recently sold. We’re standing in the driveway, and my dad and some people who seem to be his friends are in the garage next to a car with tools out. They say something taunting to me as a joke and we walk into the garage.

I felt a sense that told me “The whole reason we did this mission was to get here to fix something on a car.” It made me feel like It was a lot of effort just to do something so small, and why was it so important that all the kids from that school wanted to come fix it?

I heard some noises in real life and began to wake up and journal.

I used the WBTB and ADA Technique here, never became fully lucid, but was conscious enough to make SOME decisions in the dream of my own, but at no point had any idea I was really asleep.

Level of Lucidity: 0
Level of Clarity: 7
Level of Realism: 2
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

At first I could only remember the second half of this dream, and as I was recalling it I remembered the first half, which is quite remarkable for me. I only remember the following beginning to the dream, but not how I got there:

I drove my car to a gas station at the end of this road in LA, it didn't look like anyone had been there. I was running late for my class, and something was wrong with my car. I pulled up next to a gas tank on the side furthest from the road, and got out. I noticed that where the headlights were, they were raised up and out like a 90's Nissan 300zx. This was strange because I drive a BMW, but a few years ago I owned a Datsun '82 280z. I didn't think much of it, but knew I had best fix it while it was on my mind.

I realized how late I was for my class, and decided to leave the keys in the ignition, car running, and walked into the gas station. After a few minutes I realized it had been a couple of hours that I had been inside in my class, even though it only felt like a short time. My class was now over but there was another class immediately after mine. The owner of the place who told me her name was Laurie was holding a folder and asked me to stay to help with the second class. I then see my friend Andrew, who teaches another class that I assist with sometimes walking through, and he's talking about how he has to start his class right at 8 PM for the kids, and he wished that he could have the class be two and a half hours long instead of four.

It was also very dark in the gas station, and there was gym equipment all round, but people used it like normal furniture. Andrew walked out and Laurie came over to me and showed me to the other room, where there was a class about to begin for little kids, and all their parents were sitting around the room. The teacher, who is a casting director that I seem to know, begins talking to the parents, telling them what the class will be about. Laurie tries to ask me several times if I could assist the teacher for the class today, but I keep ignoring her. She asks a final time and I tell her that I can't because I have a meeting at a studio to go to.

She said "now?"
I replied "not this second".

She then tried to find a volunteer to assist the teacher. A boy I know that commonly attends these classes in the real world named Stewart stands up and says he will do it, then the casting director says "OK yeah I love Stewart".

He then said something cocky as I'm walking out the door about being the best assistant. I said something in reply to him, and returned my car.

I see my car with the engine on which worries me because I had been inside for too long and had forgotten about it, and thought someone may have stolen some of my things from inside, but the door was locked, and I had another key in my pocket. I unlocked it and got in the driver seat but the car was driving like a cylinder was misfiring. It was a narrow and hard turn to pull out of the gas station, and I almost hit the wall with my front end. I backed up, and completed the 3-point turn.

As I'm going down the street for about 3 seconds, my car disappeared and suddenly I'm on foot. I didn't have far to go to wherever I was going. I was walking down a street in Hollywood, it seems like a normal studio I was passing, but then I started to notice weird statues ahead, and trucks on both sides of the road with lots of large 10 gallon buckets (The kind you would get from Home Depot to fill with paint or cement or something) filled with white liquid. I heard a voice talking to me as if I was on a tour of an old factory, it was telling me that it was milk, and this was a dairy factory. As I continued walking up the street, I noticed the statues on my right again. They were behind a tall white fence, and they were statues of cows. Most were brown, and were being milked by workers. It reminded me of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I continued walking for a minute until I got to a small side of the road kind if pub.

I walked inside and it was very dimly lit. Brown walls, with no posters or advertising. There was a long counter/bar like at Subway when you tell the person what you want on your sandwich. There was a man about in his 20's on the employee side of the bar, and he began to make me a sandwich. We were talking for a bit, and then we began to jokingly arguing, and he began to pick up food from the Subway bar and threw it at me. He then threw more and I started to pick up some and we had a food fight for a minute. Then his co worker said something to him and we stopped. I sat down in front of the bar/counter at a table and chair and waited for my sandwich to be finished. I looked up and to my left as I heard someone walk through the door, and it's two large guys who walk right up to me and look mad, like they were sent there to collect some money from me for some reason and I was late on a payment... like I was in a Godfather situation.

I have a friend who lives in Canada who I talk to regularly but haven't seen in person since I was little. The guy on the right looked just like him, and I called out to him using my Canadian friends nickname. He looked down at me and I realized it wasn't him. Then my dream fluttered for a second, and I awoke to my alarm clock.

All in all it felt like this dream lasted about 2 hours, which is abnormally long for me.

This dream doesn't worry me at all, but what could be some of the possible dream signs from it? I'm trying to learn more about my signs or tells that I'm in a dream so that I can recognize them more often. I saw quite a few things in this dream that I regularly interact with in the waking world, such as the class, I regularly attend these classes and assist the casting directors. I know Stewart, even though I've not seen him in a while. Same with Laurie, and Andrew. My old car, and my new car, and Subway, which I eat at regularly when I'm in LA. (Currently in Georgia for the summer)

I'd appreciate any and all help since I am new here! If it's any help, I just started setting alarms to go off every hour so that I can perform the "nose plugging" reality check, and get into a regular habit of doing it. I also sometimes in between alarms randomly think of it, and perform the reality check then too, just in case I'm dreaming. (Which of course I'm not). I also check my surroundings, because it seems that having poor lighting may be a dream sign...? And I'm also starting as of today using the All Day Awareness technique.

Thanks!

Level of Lucidity: 0
Level of Clarity: 5
Level of Realism: 9
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

I was in LA (My home city) and was just finishing smoking a blunt... of tobacco. I was sitting at my computer playing Battlefield 3. I heard some people outside of my apartment looking at an apartment to lease and I knew it was late, perhaps 4 in the morning. I looked out of the window and there was a large family comprised of two parents, an uncle, and about 6 kids. Two of which were girls close to my age (18). One of them saw me looking out of the window and climbed up to the balcony to see me. She sat at my desk and I told her that I had been smoking. She doesn't seem to care. I put my hands on her knees and we are about to engage in sexual activity when she begins to pull away and talk, but it's still a heated kind of conversation. We then started making out etc. After we did that for a bit, her family walks out and she has to leave with them. I think her father saw us kissing, he was very mad and I ran out of the apartment and the complex was no longer my own, it is now like a Motel 6 on the exterior. The balconies were all different, and so were the colors, and every apartment had a window AC, just like at Motel 6's. I run into the last room on the end towards the street because the door is open and explained what's happening to my neighbor. I go and hide in the back which was a closet with a shower in it, and there was no door. When I think it's safe I stick my head out to thank the tenant but the family is walking past the window and the dad sees me. He comes inside and walks to where I am with his daughter and says some things to me but I can't make out what they are. All I understood was that he was angry. I talked to him for a bit, and before long we are friends. He knows I only wish the best and wouldn't simply take advantage of his daughter. The next thing I know we are on a fancy boat on a very futuristic beach, but there is no sand, instead there are huge mile high skyscrapers, and the waves were crashing into the base of them. In between 2 of the skyscrapers there's a sort of boating dock. The boat I was on was like a speedboat that would pull a tube behind it. Me and the girl are sitting in the front of the boat and one of her sisters was out swimming in the sea. Then suddenly she found some other boat and is doing something with it. She started it then pulled it behind our boat and tethered it to our boat.

That's all I remember, I forgot the dream upon awakening, but remembered about an hour and a half later, after I got out of the shower.



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