Minkaron

These few dreams were pretty interesting. I feel like my recall is starting to maintain consistency.

Space Battle
This was the shortest one. It started with only a few ships exploring a red nebula and ended up with them firing at each other. The details of the ships are hard to remember, but all I know is that it was short.

Space Colony
I think this one might be connected with and with a future dream in some way. It starts off as a mutual program set up between the United States, England, the USSR, and China to create a space colony on some planet. They send only a few people to test how the colony would work out in an effort to determine whether or not it will be a profitable venture. At this point, I'm not sure if I'm a person, or a ghost watching things unfold. Nevertheless, as things continued, the colonists began to create factions against each other. When accidents would occur, people would point the finger at others as a result of different political philosophies being forced in one area. It got to the point where the people from the US suspected the Chinese and USSR were spies sent to steal American technology. In all actuality though, I'm surprised I even dreamed about this in the first place since it was so coherent. Sadly, I don't know how it all ended.

Ancient Caverns
The only thing that stuck out in this one, was the setting in some cavern. There were two sides, in between there was a deep chasm that looked as though it went on forever. I remember jumping across it and landing on some sort of stone floor with designs carved into it. Though, I don't remember how I got there, or what I was supposed to be doing.

English Class
I was in my English class, except, the class was in a place that looked like my room. There were tables instead of desks that we sat at and the bell had yet to ring. A few of my classmates walked in and we all began chatting with the teacher. As we kept talking, he decided to scrap the journal prompt in favor for a new one for no reason. He then told me he couldn't get the idea out and needed help. So as I threw out some thoughts about my first dream as he began writing them on the whiteboard behind me. As I checked the time though, I noticed it was almost time to get out. Nevertheless, the teacher told us that we had enough time to write it out. He then moved to another whiteboard and drew a few different groups that we would center our story around. The prompt had us write a story on what it would be like to live in a space colony involving a certain political system. The first group was called the "T" group. Two people were assigned to it meaning they could write about whatever they felt like. Then there was the "Corrupt Authoritarian" group, which I and a few others were assigned to where we had to write about life under corrupt authoritarian rule. The last group was naturally the "Democracy" group that everyone else was assigned to.

The Story
For the sake of organization, I've split it into two sections even though they are apart of the same dream. So as I was writing in my journal, strange things began to happen. For one, I could read the texts, but made the dream unstable I think. Because after I read what wrote, the scene began to change around me as if it was teleporting me into the story. But when I wrote a couple lines I didn't like and erased them, I was teleported back into the pseudo-classroom. The first paragraph was about a man who woke up, lived, and felt, the same things everyday. It talked about the repetition in his life and lack of economic opportunities that caused him to be apathetic towards everything around him. The second and third paragraph talked about how he was making his way out of his house, however, at that time I was still in the classroom and I checked the time once again. It was dangerously close to ringing. What's frustrating is that the clock maintained it's consistency. Though, if I studied it longer, I'm sure I would have found something off.

Nevertheless, I continued to write, but soon the dream engulfed me into the story. As the man was leaving his bland block-housing, another person, a women, left with him at the same time. They didn't acknowledge each other and waited for a while for some guards. Since it was about authoritarianism, the guards had to escort them back and forth as to make sure they run or something. I remember the guards were dressed in blue and wore helmets with black visors. The two guards walked side-by-side with the two people and began to head downhill with them. The got to a clearing were some fight was occurring between guards and a local rebel group. There was also a special agent among the guards, but it ended badly for her. She was grabbed and tossed off a long cliff where her entire body scrapped across the coarse rocks. But in a twist, she was actually an android, and she hobbled to some government base to get fixed up. And that's where the dream ends.

Dream Journal
*Phew!* Almost done. This one was real short. I was sitting some place at school during lunch when a friend of mine approached me and saw that I was writing in a journal. She asked what I was doing, and I told her I was recalling this dream that had occurred that previous night. As I looked and wrote in the journal, I remember having two columns, but I don't remember what was in them. I had some weird conversation with my friend, but everything just kinda fades from there.

Conclusion
I think I'd have to say these dreams have been the most convoluted connect dreams I've had this year. Still though, I think it's good that lucid dreaming is starting to leech into my dreams. So it's really just a matter of doing those reality checks and hammering down awareness and recall. It's pretty interesting the creative stories our brains can come up with when we dream. Happy dreaming!