Mystycal

Fragment 1
I remember my dad preparing to leave to go somewhere (Belarus?) and saying that in his absence I would have to go to this shop and pick up some things he ordered on the Internet. I said okay, and asked where the shop was. He said it was in a country which was not in Europe. He expected me to travel thousands of kilometres, apparently. He also said that when he comes back we'll have to go the United States at one point. I thought that was cool since I have never been there.

Fragment 2
I was in a building that was presumably meant to be my school, but like large buildings tend to be in my dreams, it wasn't quite finished. There were staircases leading to nowhere and staircases without bannisters and such. I was going up this one staircase because I wanted to show this girl where something was, though I don't remember what.I went up this staircase which was made in a lavish style with gold bannisters. The staircase went up like a corkscrew but soon the bannisters ended, and then after so did the stairs. There was about a two metre gap between the last step and the gallery that we wanted to get on. However, the gallery was on our level vertically. There was a rope going from the gallery to our staircase, as a kind of improvised way to cross.
There was about a 10 metre drop from the highest step to the floor, so it was going to be dangerous, especially with no safety equipment. One of my old teachers was on the gallery opposite us, encouraging us to cross and not be scared.
The girl behind me hugged me tightly and said she was scared. It was the cutest goddamn thing ever. I, like a fearless gentleman, stroked her hand and reassured her that everything was going to be okay and that she should just do exactly as I do.
With that, my recall takes a break and resumes when we're in this garden sort of place. There is a wide stone path running down the middle. It's an obstacle course; there are darker patches on the path on which you're supposed to walk, and then there are lighter ones which you can't touch. She went ahead of me this time; it was quite easy, though I remember losing my balance once.
We got to a green patch of the path, about two metres long. There were signs on it - they explained that we couldn't touch the grass as it was against the rules, but that later on we'd find water as well (which wasn't actually water but just blue patches) and we could step on those. We could also step on ice. We jumped over the grassy patch and that's where my recall ends.

Fragment 3
I also remember at one point texting my girlfriend and being annoyed at her for some reason.

Fragment 4
I also remember being in a school with my brother and to our right there was a figure of a child holding up a book; there was the title in black letters and a subtitle underneath it saying "SUVAT" but the "T" was made by what looked like the end of a steaming flute. We laughed.
"Ahhh, I remember SUVATs" I said. My brother read out the rest of the title as something like "Basic School Textbook of Mathematics".

Fragment 5
I was taking a bath in water too cold for my taste. As in, water which was not hot, although it was still pretty warm. There were two bath tubs, one on top of the other, though the top one was to the side of the bottom one so you could climb into the bottom one. I barely remember filling up one of them. I sat in the bottom bathtub and could see all the dirt swim around in the water. I got up and looked down, and noticed that my private parts were bleeding. I wasn't too concerned and I submerged myself again.

Fragment 6
My brother and I were at what was supposed to be some kind of scout initiation thing. We were going to be scouts, and we were in a group with about five girls. So we were the only guys. We all stood in a row and one of the girls stepped forward and put her arms out to the sides. The people in the row did too, including my brother. I had no clue what was going on but I did the same. Then the row sang like two or three lines of a song while swaying to the tune. I tried to copy them. I suddenly remembered that we were supposed to have read the scout initiation handbook and that I hadn't bothered to read it.
Once the dance was complete, the girl chose another girl to replace her. That girl then went up and we did the same thing again. This continued for a few times.

Fragment 7
I was walking down an alleyway when I noticed a small man standing in the bottom half of a camcorder and with the top half on his head. As I got closer, he noticed me and went into the bottom half, forming a complete camcorder. I stopped in front of him and bent down, then waved to the lens, showing him that I'd noticed him. Then I continued on my way, but after a few steps quickly looked over my shoulder. The man was standing up again. Then my siblings came to me and we all opened up the camcorder and pulled the little man out.He looked dead but he came around after a short while. He then thanked us for setting him free and ran away.

Dream
I was in a building that had a courtyard. I was looking out of a glass-less window at the courtyard. I had what looked like a First World War rifle on me and I had the absolute conviction that I was fighting for all that is good in the world. There were soldiers in cover in the courtyard and they were shooting at me. I was shooting back, except my gun seemed to be a Quasar Laser gun and it didn't shoot bullets at all, but I was trying to hit the soldiers as much as I could. Their guns were just like mine, though they also had pistols. There were other people shooting at the soldiers next to me.
I remember one soldier leaning right out of cover and I hit the end of his gun, causing it to jam. Then he leaned left and I shot again. After a while the shooting stopped and people gathered on the courtyard.The soldiers were taking them prisoner. I went around the building, careful not to be seen from the courtyard. I was seen by one of my friends, who nodded. I then went around and ended up seperated from a courtyard by a heavy gate, a kind of a portcullus. The courtyard behind it was now huge, with Polish flags hung all around it. I noticed an old woman at the opposite end of the courtyard and I thought that she had supernatural knowing powers, so it was vital she didn't notice me. I also had this thought in my head that said that if I thought along those lines, the dream would act my thoughts out and I'd get spotted.
Somehow, I didn't get lucid, but the old woman did notice me and started to point at me. I turned from the gate and there were two people there; I asked where the exit to the castle was. They pointed down the corridor. I started running. I came out onto a stone square, still on castle grounds, and noticed a lot of people escaping as well. I ran towards the exits which were towers that you had to go up and then out of the caste, since the castle was in an area of lowered ground. The towers were completely crowded, so I went to the left of one and I climbed up the wall of the crater. I came out onto the road and looked behind me.
There were two men on horseback, they looked like hussars of the Polish army from the 17th century. They were pushing through the crowd, going to get me. Then I thought I was in a dream, though I still didn't get lucid, and pulled out my sabre which I suddenly had. Then the dream dissolved and I imagined killing the men, by first slashing across the knees of the horses.

I had three lucids, but could only remember a fragment of the second and the whole of the third. My recall suffered last night presumably because I went to bed a bit stressed and very late.

Fragment of nonlucid
I remember at one point waking up and going to our kitchen. There was this cook/cleaner lady there who we hired in the dream. She kept moaning and complaining about everything and was generally obnoxious. I got a glass of water and drank it. She was wearing an apron and was quite old.
A while later we had another housekeeper lady and we sat down for dinner. There were baked beans, potatoes and chicken. Everyone loved the meal.

Fragment of Second Lucid
I became lucid and wanted to go outside. My sister was walking past so I decided to look her in the eyes and see if her face was normal in the dream. It was. I can't remember anything else from the dream.

Fragment of nonlucid
I was fighting this massive orc guy in armour. We both had battleaxes and the only way to hurt him was wait until he attacks, parry and then counter, like in Assassin's Creed. Just attacking him was bound to fail - he parried everything flawlessly. But there was a problem - he wouldn't attack for ages. It was as if he'd glitched out or something. I took a few steps backwards. He was on this pedestal a few steps up. He just stood there looking at me. I attacked, he parried, sending my axe flying across the sandy courtyard. I ran backwards and picked up a sword. But the guy wouldn't move, and I can't remember anything else.

Third Lucid Dream
My dad, brother and I were walking around town which was bursting with pickpockets. Seriously, everytime we paused to look at something, they'd all be all around my dad like flies. He kept pushing them away. One time we went into a public toilet and as my brother and I were peeing, my dad had already finished and there were about three pickpockets on him, and he was pushing them away. We finished and then went towards him, shooing the pickpockets away. One of them said, "We know what make your wallet is now" to my dad.
We kept going and outside the toilets I asked dad if they'd succeeded in stealing anything. He said he doesn't think so.
"They're not getting my bracelet," he said, "and definitely not my necklace." I thought what? My dad wears jewellery? But sure enough, I saw a gold chain around his neck. I got the impression that they were given to him by his wife...but not my mum. Suddenly he wasn't my dad anymore. He was Phil Dunphy from Modern Family.
And the dream fastforwarded a few years, to a time when his wife had died. Phil had gone insane, his life didn't mean anything to him. I remember seeing him run out of a house, an American-type house. He was holding a knife of some sort with a weird contraption on it. He turned back towards the house. Another man came out with an identical knife and threw it. That knife whizzed through the air, but didn't rotate - instead it just flew like a homing missile. Phil blocked it with a rectangular piece of colourful material, probably made out of something like kevlar. The knife burrowed its tip into the material, still trying to get him.Then it retreated and hung in the air like a wasp. I saw the construction - it was a normal army knife, except it had attached to it at the bottom what looked like a magazine from a Tommy gun from those gangster movies. The component was round and made of metal. It was responsible for the knife being able to fly.
The two men went back inside, talking about how fun the game was. I followed and suddenly became an actual person as opposed to just a viewpoint. Phil, tired, sat down in my nan's chair and suddenly we were in my house. Me and the other guy sat down at opposite sides of a little table in front of Phil.
"Take out the pens" said Phil. I went over to a little cupboard and took out two more knives, but they had much narrower blades, clearly designed for thrusting and not cutting at all. They looked deadly, and had pens tied to the blades. I extended one pen over the edge of the blade, Phil did the same with his. I retreated back to the table.
"And now we shall play with theeeseeee" said Phil in his crazy voice. The other guy looked at me, terrified. I looked at him in the same way. I decided a swift exit was of highest priority. I got up and ran for the door. Phil screamed in rage and I could hear him going after me. As I was leaving, I saw the other guy put on a world war II helmet and curling up in his seat. I ran out of my house.
About halfway to the gate, I realised it was a dream. The garden was sunny and I had seen this setting too many times before not to realise I was in a dream. Suddenly my priority became to get rid of Phil so I could get on with my lucid. I stopped by the gate and turned around. Phil was running towards me, almost foaming at the mouth. I raised my hand kinda like Neo does in The Matrix Reloaded to stop all the bullets, and I willed Phil to stop. When he was about a meter away, he did freeze indeed, and then I waved my hand to the right. He was thrown on the floor with an invisible force. He was alive, but visibly hurt, though I'm pretty sure non-lethally. He seemed to be in a lot of pain. I concluded he would no longer be a problem in this dream.
I turned around and climbed over the gate. Once over I stabilized the dream by paying attention to my surroundings the feel of my feet on the street. I held out my hand and willed and imagined a sword materializing in it. Nothing happened. I tried again, with no luck. I racked my brains to try to remember other ways of summonning objects. And I remembered one.
"Oh wait, I REMEMBER: I put a LIGHTER in my POCKET" I said, very pointedly. Suddenly I was wearing a coat and put my hand into my right pocket. There was a lighter. I pulled it out. It was quite big and just made of plain shiny steel. I produced a flame and held it up. There were two dogs looking at me from a balcony of the house to my right, and I showed them the flame, impressed with myself. Then I put the lighter back in my pocket and said,
"I swear I remember putting a SWORD in my other pocket." And I reached into my left pocket hoping beyond hope that there'd be something in there. I felt some loose paper, but I closed my hand around something that felt more solid and pulled it out. It was a stiletto of sorts, still in its sheaf, quite light. It was still bigger than what could realistically fit in my pocket, but not as big as a sword. Still, I was quite pleased with myself. Still holding the sword I came to a crossroads. I thought I'd explore my subconsciousness a bit.
"Subconscious, show yourself!" I shouted. My voice was louder than I expected. I hoped that my physical body was well paralysed and not screaming in bed.
The streets, which had up until now been eerily lifeless, came to life. I heard barking behind me and turned around. Behind one of the houses' fences was a medium sized dog, running up and down the fence and barking at me. I looked around - there was a Jeep coming to me up the road. It stopped right next to me. There was the driver - a middle aged man, either bald or losing hair, I can't remember - next to him a large dog, what looked like a cross between a Collie and a German Shepherd, and then in the back sat my sister and another dog. I opened the back door and climbed in. I looked at the driver.
"Are you supposed to be my subconscious?"
The man shook his head and looked at the dog next to him on the passenger seat. My gaze followed his. I suddenly realised that I wasn't looking at a dog, rather a man. Morgan Freeman to be precise, except he looked older than he is and he had something distinctly dog-like about him.
"YOU'RE my subconscious?! Morgan Freeman?!" I said, laughing. Morgan smiled and nodded. "You look a bit...different" I said.
"You don't look so bad yourself," he replied. The driver laughed. "I like the hair. It suits you." I thanked him. Lately in real life my hair was getting quite long.
"Anyway," I said, wanting to get on with more meaningful interactions with my subconscious, "where are we going?" We were driving up the road and then turned left onto the main road between Warsaw and Lublin. We were going towards Warsaw.
"Well, your sister will explain." said Morgan.
I turned to my sister. She started going on about our friend's birthday party and how she didn't have any shoes to wear. Then the dream ended and I woke up. Goddamnit subconscious.

It was a third-person viewing of a guy with some kind of silver medallion exploring these Stonehenge-like ruins for something like the Key to Lucidity I think. There was a compass which pointed in different directions depending on where in the ruin you were.
I was sitting with my siblings in a room and became lucid. I decided to make the lucid last and for a while just sit on the floor in a meditative position and just be aware and be lucid. So I did. My mum came in with a basket of laundry and started talking a lot about nothing much, as she always does, and I just imagined her lips shutting to make her shut up. It didn't seem to be working very well, but then she turned to me and asked, "Are you trying to shut me up?" I nodded. She smiled and walked away. I sat on the floor another half a minute or so, just contemplating the dream and lucidity.
Then I decided I would go have sex, so I got up and went outside to give into my dream libido. Just then, the dream ended.

I woke up. "Crap, the Tasks of the Month!" I thought, and went back to sleep.

I appeared in my room, it was dark. I was unsure first whether it was a dream, in fact I thought it wasn't, but the self-awareness I had been doing all day suggested otherwise when I felt it in the dream. The cupboards were open for some reason, so I tried to telekinetically close a window by forcing it shut with my will, which didn't work. Then I tried a much lighter approach, just waving my hand while having the intention in my mind of the window closing, and it worked a dream (pun intended). I then did the same with all the cupboards, and opened the door onto the corridor in the same way.
I went into the living room and because it was night time, I quickly pushed the Moon out of the way and pushed the Sun up. The Sun was small and square like in Minecraft, but it provided enough light for it to feel like a warm summer's sunny day. Once this was done, I went outside, paying attention to my surroundings and stabilizing the dream as I went. Some people walked past my house; I remembered the foreign word basic task of the month and I started running towards them shouting, "Hey! Hey you!" they turned around and walked up to the gate to my garden.
"Give me a word in a foreign language!", I said, hoping I'd remember once they did, and hoping they won't turn out to be unhelpful DC's.They were what looked like a group of students - I think there were four, a girl, two guys of average height and one tall guy, standing at the back. The tall guy spoke in a friendly tone:
"Rystkievin". At least I'm pretty sure it was Rystkievin, I made an effort to remember it. I repeated it to be sure, and he did also, nodding. The "vin" part was pronounced in the French way of pronouncing "vin".
"What does it mean?", I asked.
"Everyone has a right to fair play.", he said. A DC that actually talked sense. Wow. I can actually imagine how there would be a foreign word or expression to mean that kind of thing.
I thanked the DC's and they walked away. Then I remembered the other task - rob a bank with a banana! I exited the gate and went left, and neighbouring my house was some kind of building with a couple of shops in it and some kind of Starbucks drive-thru or something. I had tried to incubate a bank to be built there in my mental map before I went to sleep, but I half-assed it so all that appeared was this building.
I wasn't sure if there was a bank in there. Oh well, I wasn't going to be defeated. I noticed this one particular room of the building, accessible from a little outdoor corridor which was drilled into the building, in which there were heaps and stacks of banknotes. The room was shut behind a metal fence door, but I didn't have much of a problem opening it. It was a bank vault. As soon as I went in, alarms went off but I also noticed I had accomplices with me. About three other guys, all in masks and holding machine guns. I also had a machine gun, but it was a Lego one and I could only pretend to shoot from it, although it seemed that it could kill people just fine.
There was a little table in the middle with heaps of "50" banknotes on it, and one of my accomplices pocketed most of the money. I said I'd take the remainder just in case we got split up and stuffed the notes into my pocket. At that point, some people at the door started shooting at us and we started shooting back. We killed all but about one, who had one of our guys as a hostage with a gun to his head. My guys put their hands up; I hid behind the table. Then the guy said there was another guy hidden in the ventilation shaft, a sniper ready to kill us, and he let go of our guy. At this point I stood up from cover and pretend shot a few rounds into the ventilation shaft on the wall, my men shot the last guy. We got out of there with the money and all split up. Then I was walking down the street and wanted to summon my girlfriend for a bit of fun, pleased that I had completed the TotM. She didn't appear however, and I woke up.

"Rob a bank with a BANANA" I thought, annoyed at myself that I had used machine guns. I fell asleep again, desperate to rectify my mistake.

My family and I were eating strawberries with cream in my room. There's nothing really unusual about that. But then my self-awareness kicked in; I suddenly questioned the reality I was in. But it all seemed so real. I was questioning my reality but didn't believe it to be a dream - then I did the nose pinch reality check. Sure enough, I could breathe. I couldn't believe it! It took me completely by surprise. I immediately went outside my house, repeating arithmetic calculations in my head all the while to make sure I keep my logic active in the dream and stay lucid. I also paid attention to my surroundings, stabilizing the dream. I went out of the gate to my house and turned left again, and came upon the same building again. "Rob the bank with a BANANA", I thought, and looked around. Behind me there was what looked like a massive inflatable banana lying on the floor. I grabbed it with my right hand and made a magical gesture with my left, shrinking the banana to normal size and properties - it now looked exactly like a regular banana, only I didn't think to taste it. I went into the building and went behind this counter. Behind the cashier's place I could see the entrance to the bank vault - it was like I was looking at a mini bank of some sort.
There was no cashier. Wielding the banana, I went up to the till (which was conveniently left wide open) and pocketed a handful of notes, so technically I did steal from a bank, even though I didn't rob the vault. I turned and saw my dad, who was holding some kind of keyring thing with a button on it. He pressed it.
"Now we will see if they respond. You better not have stolen that money."
I pushed past him and ran out of the door. Alarms went off. He started talking about how I will never amount to much and how the best thing I ever did was join a church choir and how at that point he thought I was going to grow up into a good person but I disappointed him. Amused, but wanting to run away from the police, I went left out of the door and sprinted into the bushes. I ran through a wooded bit and came out onto an asphalt road - there was a black audi coming down it.
It occurred to me that it was an unmarked police car, but I kept running. They turned on their lights and sirens and drove down the road in my direction. They stopped about 5 metres away from me.
"Stay the f**k away, I have a f***ing banana!", I screamed, and I held up my banana. The policemen looked terrified.
"S**t, another psycho bank robber!" shouted one of them.
I turned around and kept running through a little grassy square. The dream dissolved around me and I woke up, at 6:50am, having had three lucid dreams and being unable to go back to sleep because I managed to complete two TotMs and had three lucids before it was even anywhere close to my usual wake up time.

First Dream

I woke up in the hallway of my house,in a dream, and remember seeing my nan talking to someone else, and I was irritated that they woke me up so I can't lucid dream. I checked the time; 8:20am. I then went back to sleep, remember hearing buzzing and feeling water in my ears and entering another dream - I thought I had successfully WILD'ed, but later on of course realized it was just an FA and then a DILD.I was lucid. I appeared in my room and the lamps were on, I ran outside my room to the living room. It was night time outside. Both my siblings were on the couch, and I told them that I was lucid dreaming. My brother said, "cooool" skeptically. I went up to the door of my living room which opens onto the garden and looked up at the sky. There I saw the Moon, so I thought it'd be cool to change the time to day, so I held up my right hand and pushed the moon down across the sky, and then once the Sun appeared on the horizon I pushed it up to about noon. It became day and sunny. Pleased with myself, I ran outside and tried to summon Ani, this girl I had created in my imagination, because I wanted to do it as a kind of experiment if I could design people and bring them into my dreams. I held out my hand behind me and imagined her and willed her to appear like with Justin Bieber the other night, but instead my girlfriend appeared.
Still, I wasn't complaining. It wasn't exactly what I wanted but since I haven't seen my girlfriend for about a month and won't see her for another few weeks because I'm on holiday, I thought it could be a fun dream anyway. We made out in front of my house in the sunshine, laughing all the way. It was a beautiful experience. Then I stood up, not wanting to use my whole dream up on kissing, said my goodbye and walked onto the road. I then proceeded to walk to our local shop, the shelves of which were very unusually empty and there were people everywhere all holding the same item, which I can't remember what it was but I think big cartons of apple juice. They were all arguing and complaining, and then I remember seeing my dad start touching up some random guy, so I without further ado I got out of there. Outside I tried to materialize an apple pie in my right hand but it wouldn't appear, though I did feel some tingling.
I then saw a massive chair factory to my left, and decided that my siblings and I should try to rob it. We ran over there and my brother and I started loading chairs into this forklift-like vehicle. The chairs were all flatpacked, and I broke one accidentally when I dropped it. The people at the factory soon noticed, but there was also another gang of furniture thieves who occupied their attention. I think that by that point I had lost most of my lucidity, because why the hell would I be stealing chairs in a lucid dream?
In any case, then someone intervened and said that we'd play a game of cops and robbers of sorts, and the chair thieves would be in teams and be given a head start and then we'd get chased down. But in the end it came down to me sprinting away from the factory and these people trying to chase me down. When I came out of the factory grounds, I saw my old physics teacher coming the opposite direction and he said, "On my start" and I stopped and said I had already started. He winked and told me that he was trying to help me. So I kept running. But I was running my fastest when this girl caught up to me and tapped my back, like it was a game of It. I stopped, knowing that I'd lost. But then sprayed a deck of cards in her face, for which I got criticised by my physics teacher. Yeah, no lucidity at all by that point.
I woke up and looked at my phone: 7:58am.

Second Dream

A few friends and I were at some kind of airport, waiting for someone's auntie. When she came I decided she was definitely a MILF. Then we were walking down a street close to my house and BAM, lucidity. I broke away from the group and decided to go have sex with someone, since I sensed that the dream was really shallow anyway and would end quite soon. There were numerous girls on bicycles but they were quite fast, so I telekinetically made their bikes break down and stop. But I was way too picky damnit. After stopping one or two girls I saw another one pass me, and she was very fit. So I waved my hand, imagining the front wheel of the bike coming off. It did, but the bike turned into a car. It spun out on the hard shoulder of the road. I went up to the car. A man also did, opened the door and sat inside, talking to the woman. They were husband and wife. I opened the door, grabbed the man's head and threw it out of the car, the body vanished. She looked at me horrified as I sat next to her.
She said, "You just threw a human head out of the car!"
Me: "Nonono, it was just a piece of dust." - just wanting to get the talking over with.
Her: "No, it was definitely a human head."
Me: "No it wasn't! It was just some dust!" And I sidled over to her, admiring her body. And then the dream dissolved too quickly for me to do anything in the way of stabilization, and vanished. I woke up.

Dream

I was travelling with two people - a guy and a girl. I remember having a camp somewhere snowy, blizzardy even, and I remember that we were getting chased by this monster thing. Soon I was in my house, with the guy and girl nowhere to be seen, but there were guards patrolling outside the house, protecting me. I had some kind of electric superpower, so because I was bored I pointed my hands towards the window and charged my power, just in time for one of the guards to walk past my window. I couldn't stop myself and electrocuted him. He fell down, pale as dead people are. Another guard quickly ran over and inspected the body, trying to wake him up. The eyes jolted open and the guard started. The eyes then closed. I knew what was going on - the bad magic that was following us was turning the guard into a zombie.
I ran out of my room into the corridor and then the living room, hearing a scream from the guard and an exclamation along the lines of, "He bit me!" and then he entered through the front door. I asked if he'd been bitten. He showed me his arm, with a nasty, swelled up bite on his forearm. I knew there was no hope for him so I was gonna kill him, but then realised he can still fight and killing him would turn him into a zombie anyway. Meanwhile, the other guard, now turned into a ghostly white, toddler-sized monster with a relatively big head, small torso and spider-like arms and legs ran into the room and burrowed into the wall.
There were by now other people in the room, trying to see where the monster thing went. Cracks started appearing in the walls and ceiling before it re-emerged from the wall, ran a bit along it. I electrocuted it but it recovered quickly. Turns out, these things were notoriously difficult to kill. People were trying to hack it with swords, there appeared more monsters, it turned into a battle. I was electrocuting every nonhuman thing I could find. In amidst the chaos there was what looked like a young woman with completely black eyes (as in, no whites could be seen) and black hair. She was actually pretty hot even though her eyes were so strange. She turned out to be some vampire-like being, only without fangs, and she was commandeering the monsters. She grabbed my hand and bit it, but not in a vicious way at all, more like seductively. I looked at my hand and saw what looked essentially like a lovebite. I felt myself getting worried that I'd turn into a zombie, but then I thought, "wait, this is a dream, I won't turn into a zombie".
I became lucid.
I thought it was tempting to have sex with this woman...but then I remembered my LD goals and how I've wanted to punch Justin Bieber for ages and how I recently read about a summoning DC technique that might work. I ran outside through my front door and fell onto the grass, stabilizing the dream.Just in front of my house I put my hand behind me, imagined Justin Bieber and willed him to take my hand. Once he did, I led him around to in front of me. He was grinning like an idiot and didn't have a hat that I imagined him with, but it was Bieber nonetheless. I proceeded to make a solid punch across his face. He spun around on the spot and toppled onto the floor. Mission accomplished. The dream was destabilizing so I threw myself down onto the grass again, but the dream dissolved and I woke up.

First Dream

Me and a few others were in this area in which behind some massive wooden skirting boards there was this greenish-yellowish powder and some insects and other stuff that you wouldn't wanna touch. One of the guys had a torch and crawled in there, and then another guy, who I presume was in charge, ordered us to close the hole by putting the boards back on. So we did, shutting the guy on the other side. The guy said that once you get that close to the "cordiceps" you can't go back. And that we'll be hearing the guy's sobs on the other side for days to come before he turns into a zombie. Nice.
I then remember walking around a WoW-like MMORPG world and talking to the NPC's to get weapons to kill these things that the cordiceps fungus already mutated into zombies. I remember there were these weird small scorpion things.

Second Dream

This dream was far more lighthearted. My brother, my dad and I were at some log cabin by this river in some field. We had our bicycles parked in front of the cabin. It was dark and we were outside, my dad and my brother were looking at something on the laptop. My dad says something about his compass on his bike not working because it required power from the dynamo on his bike, and obviously his bike wasn't moving. I told him I had a working compass and went over to my bike. On the right handlebar there was indeed a little circular compass with a grey compass hand in it.It was pointing the same way that my bike was - North, towards the river next to the cabin. I turned my bike around but the compass hand also turned to keep pointing to the river. My dad looked like he didn't hear me.
Then somehow we were inside the cabin, with the lights off. Then sounds of engines and voices could be heard from the direction of the river. I looked at my brother who looked surprised and scared. The sounds passed us and we went outside, and there was train tracks running along the river, only the river wasn't there anymore. The tracks had forest either side of them, and our cabin was in the woods too. A train was speeding away from our cabin and my brother and I sprinted after it.
We caught up and jumped on board, and inside were Germans with semi-automatic guns. They looked very surprised to see us. My brother pulled an emergency train stop lever (with his tongue) and pushed me out of the door. The train was going quite fast so I rolled on the floor for a while before getting up and running in the opposite direction, in the direction of the cabin.
I looked back to see the train stopped unbelievably fast, and my brother was on the floor next to it, face down on the ground, and they were putting handcuffs on him. One of them turned around and saw me and shouted something, but I turned my head and kept on running. I didn't pass the cabin. I thought of maybe running into the forest on the right of the tracks, but just then I ran out into a city square. And I suddenly had a flag pole in my hand, and I was running with it, getting increasingly tired. I saw behind me a black van pull up on the road, and another one in front of me and then one to my left. They had "Top Gear" written on the sides and I saw Richard Hammond getting out of the one to my left. I suddenly knew I had to get the flag to a specific point of the square and that it was all a game. I looked in front of me and there was Richard Hammond again, and about 15 metres behind him Jeremy Clarkson. I managed to run past Hammond but then Clarkson got me.
I then remember looking at the square from the side and seeing three Polish flags on one flag pole standing where I lost the game. The pole was much longer than the one I had been carrying.

Third Dream

My family owned a massive mansion with loads of staircases which sometimes led to nowhere at all and swimming pools and slides and such. We had invited over loads of kids for some reason, and I was eager to show them our mansion, except I myself had only been in there a couple of times at best and I still got confused as to where things were. I went up a flight of stairs but then they led to nowhere so I turned and there was another staircase leading off the staircase I just climbed, only I didn't see it before. So I went up those stairs and got to this narrow corridor in the wall that you had to almost squeeze through. Behind that was an even narrower pipe leading to the swimming pool and slides and all sorts of fun stuff, except that it was filled with water and very, very narrow so I didnt go in because I was afraid I would get stuck.
And then the children came, a few boys aged around 12-13, and some younger girls, all in their swimming gear, and started going into the pipe. Which wasn't safe, since I knew that it was easy to get stuck in there and that it was completely underwater. I went to get a lifeguard, of which there were two and both female, and they were at a smaller pool at the foot of the stairs. My mum was already telling them off for not being at that pipe and they were arguing. Then we went back upstairs and it seemed everyone was having fun except my mum said that an 11 month old girl drowned in the pipe. So then I lied down and started crying because I felt guilty for her death, and everyone was telling me it wasn't my fault. Yeah. Go figure. Weird dream.

Fourth Dream

It was some kind of school prom and I was sitting next to some girl who wasn't exactly fat, but chubby, and quite pretty. The whole of the dream was highly inappropriate. At one point I even became lucid, but willingly gave the lucidity up because I was having so much fun and didn't wanna think about lucidity. And we didn't even get to finish because the dream screwed me over, so now I'm kicking myself for not keeping the lucidity. Still, the dream was fun in a very adult way.

First Dream

My dad and I were in some kind of shop and he for some reason wanted to buy loads of scrap metal. I was there presumably to help him carry everything. The shopkeeper was in his sixties, was quite small and had round glasses and was almost bald. Upon hearing my dad's request, he moved around the shop and threw down at our feet random metal things that were on the shelves or walls. Among them there were a few old swords and a few metal rods, and they all amounted to an impressive heap of metal. We left the heap for a moment to talk to the shopkeeper about the price, but when we turned back around, all the metal was gone. My dad told the shopkeeper this, who said he wasn't surprised at all and it didn't seem like it bothered him much that someone stole so much stuff from his shop. Instead, he went around the shop again, this time making a smaller pile out of these rectangular, iron plates which were about 30cm by 15cm and had text engraved on them.
I noticed a deck of cards without its packaging on the floor and went to pick it up. They had the same back design as the blue version of Waddingtons Number 1's but when I looked through them, they all had pictures to do with 16th, 17th and 18th century Poland. The King of Spades was a nobleman on a horse, visibly charging.
I remember seeing other decks of cards, but can't remember them. One had a really interesting, red back pattern though.

Second Dream

I was going up the stairs of a rectangular building, might have been a school. I was following this youngish guy who I suspected of being up to no good. I felt I was some heir to being king of the world or something like that, and I felt that this guy wanted the crown for himself. He went up to the top floor and so did I, noticing along the way that I was being followed by I think one of the teachers from my old school. I asked what he was doing and he said that he was faithful to my rule and he was going to help me look for the guy on the top floor, seeing as the guy disappeared somewhere.
I went into lots of rooms along the top corridor and carefully looked around corners, afraid that the guy would jump on me and try to kill me. Finally I came to this one room which had a layout similar to my bedroom in my house, and I noticed the curtains were drawn, so I walked up to them and pulled the right curtain back slightly. I saw the edge of the guy's black coat and also the tips of his boots, and I looked to my right at my friend.
And I saw that he was holding the curtain so I wouldn't be able to pull it back anymore, and he had this expression on his face that seemed to suggest I shouldn't have seen what I did. I tried to pull back the curtain more while looking at my guy, at which point he punched me on the lower right side of my ribcage and I let go of the curtain. It hurt a hell of a lot. He pushed me into a chair and sat opposite, while my rival came down from the window and also sat opposite.
It turned out the guy who was helping me was actually trying to make sure I don't find the guy, and also broke one of my ribs, because every movement I made resulted in a lot of pain. So I just sat there while they explained how they were going to crown the guy and how I couldn't interfere. In the end they offered me a cup of red, transparent liquid that was supposed be an anaesthetic, so I drank it. And dropped off to sleep, ending the dream there.

Third Dream

I was driving a Fiat 126p around my neighbourhood, except it was a weird version which you could shrink and enlarge as you pleased with one of those levers you'd find under an office spinny chair, except it was under the front seat of the car. To make it work you had this piece of hooked metal that you had to hook onto a central line in front of you, which was kind of the ignition system. There was only one pedal - the brake, and the speed was controlled with this knob. I drove around for a while, at one point I remember driving it while on the roof of the car, and at one point I shrank it so much that it was undriveable because the ignition metal piece was too close to the ground and it kept jamming against it, because for some reason the floor of the car disappeared.
But on my road, I enlarged the car again into a driveable size and put the ignition metal thing on, and drove forward. I suddenly had my dad on the back seats, scrutinizing my driving. There was a black woman crossing the road in front of me and I went right, wanting to go around her, but I evidently miscalculated something and hit her. She screamed and ran to my neighbours' house, so a few metres on I braked and ran out of my car, apologising profusely, but then she came out of the back of my car and it was okay. I have no idea how she got back there, but I tried to go back into the driving seat which was now occupied by my dad, smiling smugly as if to say, "LOL you can't drive". I turned from him and went home, followed by him in the car. When we got home, there was two DC's representing my sister. I asked why and someone explained to me that she went to this secret CIA base and they have this device which makes a clone of all their visitors and puts them where they should be while the real person does whatever they went to do at the base. This is so that a person has an alibi in case they're being tailed or something.
I remember us wondering when the clone will disappear and which one the clone is, while both of my sisters were as confused as us.

Lucid

I was walking with my dad down a sandy road with buildings either side. I suddenly become aware that I'm dreaming, I think through doing an awareness exercise in my thoughts. I go on all fours and run like that because it's faster, and my body seems perfectly adapted to run like that.
People started running away and screaming because evidently I'd turned into some kind of beast which could run on its legs and fists. There was a sexy asian lady running away directly in front of me and I caught up and pushed her over. And then I did something I'm proud of myself for. I told myself not to waste another lucid on sex and turned away.
Behind me was the corridor of my house in Poland, so I ran down it, a human again. At the living room I turned right and saw the front door. I knew it was summer outside because there were windows all around, so I concentrated on there being a desert behind our front door, rushed to it and opened it. What I saw instead was our snow-covered front garden, because for some reason my mind seems to have big trouble leaving my house and the surrounding area in my lucids.
I think, "nevermind" and go outside, remember that I need to stabilise lucids (haven't had some for a while) and I throw myself onto the ground and feel all over it, inspecting a grassy patch on the ground. After a few seconds I get back up and think it'd be cool to do something I haven't tried in lucids before, and I remember that super strength is one of the dream powers I read about on DV. I grab the big metal flag pole in the middle of our front garden and pull it out of the ground, then I proceed to toss it across the garden. Not satisfied, I then uproot the tree in the middle of the garden too and throw it about fifteen metres across the garden as well, feeling exceedingly badass.
Then one of my family members points to one of the neighbouring houses so I decide to try to jump on its roof, which is about three storeys up and about 20 metres away. I already suspect it's not going to work, since I have massive trouble with flying in my dreams. Of course, probably partly due to my expectation, when I jump up I only fly up about 3 metres and drop back down on the ground. I try again with the same effect.
Then I wake up in my hallway and lose lucidity to a false awakening.

First Dream Fragment

My house in Poland. Out on the terrace on the left wing is a puppet suspended by strings from the planks of wood. There is some kind of myth that during the night, the puppet turns into a monster. I mutilate the puppet for the fun of it and it gets dark, and a Frankenstein's monster-type thing grows out of the puppet and wants to kill me.

Second Dream Fragment

I'm building some kind of army base, RTS style, painting the different objects different colours as I place them. The setting is a grassy plain. The dream is of a top-down view.

Third Dream Fragment

I'm in a town, floating around not as a person but as a viewpoint again. I'm painting houses so they don't look as grey as they normally do. Someone to my right tells me to inspect a house, and a GUI element at the bottom of my view pops up and shows who lives in the house. Their face is CGI, like in The Sims series. They work in IT support.

Fourth Dream Fragment

I'm walking towards what's supposed to be my school. A teacher from my school is following me, so I just walk into the school. I then place my bag on a table inside and open it using a zip. There's a small gun inside, so, surprised, I close the pocket back up and open another one, looking for some kind of lesson timetable. There's a sense that this is my school, and yet I have never been inside it and don't know its layout or the lessons I have. I don't find anything like a timetable and the bell goes. Everyone starts moving to get to their lessons, while I try to figure out how to close my bag, which has lost both its zips and is just essentially a piece of cloth with random exercise books on it. I try to wrap them like a tortilla, but nothing comes of it.

Fifth Dream Fragment

I put on the school uniform from my primary school, which still fit me perfectly, and I went down the road to a litter bin to throw away the piece of litter I had in my hand. My sister was there, much smaller than she is, and she waved to me and followed me. All the while there was a boy following her and trying to talk to her, and she mainly ignored him. I then went back.

Sixth Dream Fragment

The sixth dream felt the coolest. I was in some strange version of medieval Venice and walked through its streets as a voice-over man told of some weird version of fictional Venetian history, and as he mentioned things, they happened around me. Things soon descended into something resembling a civil war and there were soldiers with massive blunderbusses shooting at rioters. I hid in a shop and saw that J was there too. We stood next to each other and watched the chaos. A fat soldier took aim at us with the blunderbuss but it didn't fire, he looked surprised.
-Recall Blank-
Then we are having a pizza-eating contest still in Venice, outside the shop. The contest is between two Venetian families and we're just there as onlookers, but we still get our share of pizza, which was delicious. Apparently that's how 'Venetians' resolved conflicts - through pizza eating contests.

I remember having at least three different dreams, but cannot recall anything apart from that in one of them I was in my school. I had high hopes for this night and I thought I'd get at least one lucid, but clearly I don't know my idiot of a subconscious.

So this night after reaffirming to myself dozens of times that I will lucid dream and so on, I experienced this.

Lucid Dream

At first, I was not lucid, just getting ready for bed in fact in a dream. I checked my phone as I always do to see the time - 25:16. It didn't strike me as particularly strange at all and I proceeded to lay in bed, close my eyes and fall asleep.
I dream (within the dream) that I am brushing my teeth with my brother, readying ourselves to go to sleep. At this point however I realise that I had just gone to sleep, therefore this must be a dream! I told my DC brother this but he seemed unimpressed, so I put my toothbrush down and went downstairs, stabilising the dream. After all, lucids are much more fun outside than enclosed indoors in my own house. I open my front door and go out; it is the middle of the night but it's very pleasantly warm, I'd say about 25 degrees C. Such a nice feeling.
So anyway, I descend down the steps onto the pavement and look around and there, walking towards me from the train station, is a DC with some kind of luggage. I wait for him to get to me and start a light-hearted conversation, this being one of my lucid goals.
"Very warm night today isn't it?"
"Yes, it's nice."
He seemed pretty wary of me and that's understandable. He was a balding if not completely bald small man, of a visibly anxious disposition. It was very dark so I couldn't see his face, so I thrust my hand into my left jacket pocket and took out a torch. I switched it on, although it didn't give very much light at all, so I had to shine it a few centimetres from his face to be able to see it. He didn't comment on this behaviour. We carried on conversing, and I asked him what his name was.
"Len Lesensky" - he replied. Interesting, I'd never remembered any names of DC's in my other dreams.
I gave him my full name and we continued walking towards the high street; on the opposite side of the road I saw my French teacher, who shouted, "Bonjour" to me. I shouted it back, to which he said some other thing which was supposed to mean "see you tomorrow". I nodded and walked on until we went into the Sainsbury's supermarket on the high street, at which point I decided to have some lucid fun. I started running around pushing everything off the shelves and seeing the DCs' shocked reactions. All this chaos unsettled my sleeping mind and the dream momentarily faded, but then reappeared. A security guard started chasing me so I ran out onto the street and ran in the direction of the church. I thought though that I would try to fly again, as that does not work very well usually; I oriented myself towards the sky, jumped, the dream completely dissolved and I woke up.

On my third night of attempting to get back into LD'ing, I had a lucid, how fortunate. It seems everytime I want to get back into it it happens quicker than last time.

First Fragment

All I remember from this dream is I think I lost a bet... and thus ended up marrying my girlfriend's best friend against my will. Thank God my parents weren't at the ceremony, I can't imagine what they'd do to me. I'm 17 after all.
I remember a very small chapel, with only a few pews and my "bride's" family sitting in them all happy. The dream luckily ended before anything happened.

Second Fragment

I was in some grey, scary Cathedral thingy and a ghost DC was trying to teach me how to fly; it's a wonder I didn't become lucid.

Lucid Dream

Me and my siblings were in some kind of haunted house... and we had guns. I had a very light hunting rifle, which, obviously, didn't work, as is normal in my dreams. But the things I killed in my dream pretended it worked, so it's alright. I can't remember exactly what I was killing but I remember cautiously approaching doors and throwing them open to see if I could shoot at anything inside. For some reason at some point I had left my rifle on a cupboard and went to get medical supplies, of which there were many in the first room of the house. Once I returned I couldn't find my rifle, so I picked up a revolver... but then found my rifle on the cupboard where I left it (damn reappearing rifles) and picked it back up, leaving the revolver.
At that point the dream setting had changed into my house in Poland. I went back into the bathroom and there were little green aliens everywhere, and I began shooting them even though they did nothing to harm me. Then I went outside.
I can't remember whether this one's a continuation of the previous fragment or a standalone dream. I became lucid in my house in Poland in the doorway to my sister's room and immediately stabilised by crouching and feeling the floor and doorway and looking around drinking every little detail in. The dream wasn't too vivid, but it was quite clear. I then proceeded to walk out into my back garden with the intention of flying, but I couldn't rise above a metre from the ground. So, running through my house I threw my front door open, with the intention of seeing a sunny beach and effectively teleporting there. Nope, my dream wasn't having any of that either, but I decided not to waste time and continue to my front gate. I tried to phase through it - dream control fail yet again, so I climbed over it.
I went down the road to my right in the hope of finding a DC to have a meaningful conversation with about my subconscious, like I've been meaning to do. Halfway down the road the dream wavered and flickered off, I think I woke up briefly, but upon falling back asleep it continued where it had left off. I knew I didn't have much time left of dream time because when I woke up earlier before this whole dream, it was already about 8 o'clock, whereas I had to get up at quarter past. I found this very pretty woman going home with her shopping and made my mind up.
I followed her and, recalling the passive control technique, asked for an interview as a professional reporter. She invited me in and we sat down to talk. I only managed to ask her how she was though before my dad burst into my room, rolled up the curtain and told me to get up, naturally interrupting my nice dream. GodDANGIT.

The end.

12/1/2013
Very confusing night, I kept waking up and falling back asleep, as well as having false awakenings, increasingly frustrated at my lack of lucid dream. In the end it came, well into the morning - I fell asleep at about 8:30 and woke up at 10.

Fragment of 1st Dream: I was playing Forza Horizon, and was driving a racecar in first person along a highway. Since it was bird's eye view I looked on the situation from, I found it quite difficult, and ended up smashing into a massive white lorry.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: I was walking around with my brother. I remember there being a wall outdoors, which I leaned against and told him I was in a dream right there and then. I had a flash of awareness which resulted in nothing, because I managed to not become lucid.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I remember being in my brother's dream, he was telling me about it but at the same time I was in it. I was in a lush green forest with sunlight permeating the canopy and falling on the ground in a seemingly tranquil manner. But there was a dark underfeel to the whole situation, and I remember seeing a small stone statue on the branches of a tree. It depicted some kind of grotesque baby with a pitchfork and the devil's horns. It was alive, and flew down at me, then landed and charged. Our heads hit each other and it reeled back, as did I.

Fragment of 4th Dream: I went out with my family down one of the streets near my house in Poland. Then we stopped and noticed two sports coaches on the side of the street, so we invited them to a volleyball match. The coaches wore blue sports kits.

Fragment of 5th Dream: This is more of a dreamlet: I could hear my family talking IRL and the dream was very shallow. I was walking down a street in London this time, with two friends from school, talking about random things, when I became lucid. I immediately, since I knew that time was running out, decided to scratch off one of my LD goals and willed a cliff to be behind the front door of one of the houses. I opened the door and stepped through, then jumped off the cliff. I felt that sickly falling feeling, and almost hit the ground before I woke up. I will have to attempt this in a more stable dream.

Fragment of 6th Dream: Somehow I was atop a hill, with the two friends from the unstable lucid, and my physics teacher was there. We were outside a little chapel, and he said we were going to have a Christmas Eve. He was holding a Bible and some host. He underlined the importance of smart clothing to my horror, as I thought I was wearing tracksuit bottoms, but in fact looked down to see I was wearing my suit trousers, even though I was wearing a green informal jumper. We went into the chapel and sat down.

Fragment of 7th Dream: The Nazis had invaded Poland and were taking prisoners, so they led me and some other people to somewhere, but when a Nazi high official-looking person wanted to take one of the women, presumably for his own personal gain, he was shot from somewhere inside the group of prisoners. The other Germans, of which there were barely around three, became very nervous and didn't want to go near the about 20-strong group of captives.

Fragment of 8th Dream: I was in a supermarket when I suddenly became lucid. A mediocre level of lucidity, but lucidity nonetheless. I thought it'd be funny to see the DCs' reactions if I shopped with my trousers around my ankles, so I pulled them down and walked over to the shelf where the milk stood, grabbed a carton and returned to the counter. The carton was very cold, and I used that as a weak kind of stabilisation for the dream, but then my instincts got the better of me when I noticed a woman stood in line behind me. Inappropriateness ensued.

I really hope this has broken my dryspell for good. I woke up a couple of times in the night and experienced the lucid in my eighth hour of sleep, which I guess shows that I should be able to have lucids on school days too.

11/1/2013

Fragment of 1st Dream: My house in Poland seems to be a big dreamsign. I'll make sure to utilise that in a mantra or something.
Sitting on my sofa in said house, I observe one of my cats, the older brown/black stripy one, playing with this random guy in my living room. He's tall and well-built, but his body is constantly changing texture and looks so at one moment he's a massive cat, at another a guy. My cat jumps up and slaps him in the face playfully, then runs away down the corridor, and the guy laughingly chases after it. The next bit I remember is looking at some kind of card with information about him - turns out he's mentally disabled somehow, has got some syndrome I cannot now recall.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: I am on some train station, presumably Dartford where I always take the train from to go home, but it looks nothing like that station, it looks more like Charing Cross or something similar. A train rolls in but is too fast and stops right at the end of the platform; I have to hurry to get in before the doors close, and make a little jump at the end because the last door has stopped already beyond the platform. The carriage has two floors, is dark and has a rather strange layout. There is only one noticeable passenger on the first floor, and I take a seat. The train begins to move and my recall ends.
3rd Fragment of 3rd Dream: I am looking down the ranks of an 18th century army. This probably stems from my playing Empire: Total War quite a lot. They are up on a little hill, and the weather is very grey, a darkish overcast. The sea of rifles twitch here and there, before the whole line leveling their guns and shooting a multitude of times. A lot of smoke clouds the area, and a lot of enemies, who are charging up the landmass, fall in agony. Dream recall ends here.

Lucid Dream:
Now onto the good stuff I am in my house, in Poland yet again, and there seem to be two severed man anatomy parts that belong to my friend that for some reason I have the responsibility to carry and deposit in the waste bin. I pick them up, walk into my living room and immediately realise that I'm dreaming, so I put the things I'm carrying on a windowsill and quickly look at my hands. They look normal, but that doesn't shake my beliefs in the questionable reality of the dreamworld. I rub them together for stabilisation and concentrate on the sensations I get from it, as well as becoming aware of my surroundings like I would IRL practising ADA. The dream instantly gains in clarity and I get quite excited, since this dream broke my dryspell that I thought to be virtually unbreakable for a short period of time. I walk out of my house, or rather run out, paying close attention to the vivid details around me, and feeling the grass beneath my feet, etcetera - it was a beautiful summer's day, a couple white clouds in the sky. I walk up to the fence of my house; now at this point I always jump over it using my super jumping ability for faster travel, but I noticed that the fence was higher than usual. I try to jump, but, just as I expected, failed. I don't have any volition to battle my subconscious, so I walk around to the gate.
My dad's there, and he takes out the key to the gate to open it for me. Before he does so, however, I pull the gate willing it to open, and it does. My dad's surprised, but he says that the heat must have expanded the metal somehow, possibly causing the mechanism to break which enabled me to open the gate. I don't even look at him, just walk out onto the street. I remember this street from so many of my lucid dreams before, as the vast majority seem to take place here. I look to the left, where the road continues for about a hundred metres and then goes into a wheat field. More close is a turning, which leads past some houses into a forested area. That direction is unpopulated however, which I feel wouldn't make for an interesting dream, so I turn around and look down the other end of the street - to my surprise, the street ends very promptly, as it goes up to a house about ten metres away. The house is made out of dark wood, and it has a lot of trees in its garden, providing nice shade along the area. Immediately to the left of me and opposite my house there is another field, littered with daisies and bees and wasps buzzing around. A path goes through this field into the garden of the house, so I start walking through it but decide to turn back because of the wasps, which I have a bit of a phobia of, especially in dreams. Back at the road, however, I notice there is another path I can take which is much closer to the house and only infringes a little bit on the field, so I use it.
I walk around the wooden fence of the house and end up in its garden, where a DC of a woman is cutting some planks on a table. A girl who came in from the field goes to help her by the woman's request, and impales her finger on some of the nails sticking out of the wood, but there's no blood to be seen. I walk past them, saying to my dream, "An ambulance is needed here!" there is a glass door that allows me to go through to the second half of the garden, and push it open just as an ambulance pulls up in front of the house. I laugh to myself at my own power over my dream. I then turn left and notice a door to the inside of the house. Deciding to try dream control which I had never succeeded in before, I wanted my room from my house to be behind the door and swung it open. Sure enough, my room was there, but I didn't have a firm idea of what it looked like in my head before opening the door, so it was just a generic bedroom with a small table and a lamp in the middle.
I tried again, closing the door and this time visualising specifically my room. Again I pulled the door open to reveal exactly what I had hoped: an exact replica of my room, a wormhole into my house so to speak. I rested against the doorframe for a couple of seconds, looking simultaneously into my room and outside of the house I was next to. It was amazing, manipulating reality like that. Then, I came out of my bedroom and closed the door once more, and when I opened it this time, willing a banana to materialise inside, I saw, sure enough, the small table in the middle bearing a bowl with one banana in it. A male DC also materialised, facing away from me, eating another banana. I laughed at my subconscious' caprice to include him, since I didn't ask for him. But I thought I'd give him a nice surprise before I went my way, and closed the door, willed a brothel into existence and opened it again. The room was roughly the same size, but now there was a long central table either side of which two rows of asian-looking prostitutes, sure enough, sat, giggling and talking amongst themselves. The guy stood there dumbfounded, but with a smile taking over his face. I personally decided to get involved a little bit.
A lot of things ensued which I am reluctant to post on a public forum.
My family came in partway through but I was still lucid, so didn't really mind. Then the world turned to mist and I could feel there was no way to stop myself from waking up. Then, well, I woke up.

10/1/2013
Woke up about three times, all in all. No consistent dreams to recall but rather lots of snippets of them.

Fragment of 1st Dream: I remember being in my house, bullying my cat, as always. I was making it walk on its hind legs by supporting it under the arms.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: Driving down a road with my friend with the car too. We passed a pick-up truck, and I was telling my friend how my car looks like - "Kind of like that but more like a normal car and slightly bigger." Or something like that.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I remember being some kind of cleaner or janitor on a beach, my job naturally being to look after it. My boss was Tim's mum from Angry Boys, so I didn't wanna mess up. I remember looking at the ruins of a sandcastle with the blue plastic shovel and bucket still in it. There were friends that came over to see how I was doing.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I was in a cantine-like looking place, and followed my brother with a tray. We talked about something, can't remember what.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I was eating fish in what seemed like a school cantine with my old science teacher walking between the tables talking to the students. The fishbones were annoying and I had to watch out not to choke on them - then when I finished I picked up my plate and threw it off my table, and it turned out I threw them out a window onto the terrace of my house - and then 'Stop' signs appeared out of nowhere. Trippy.

Fragment of 4th Dream: I was in my room, and remember seeing these massive colourful worms made out of jelly. Apparently they were valuable so for the rest of the fragment I was trying to find more.

Fragment of 5th Dream: My favourite one for this night I was playing what seemed like a steampunk RTS, and it was dubbed in my dream as, 'Age of Empires', even though it looked nothing like it. I was shown a city-like kind of place and zoomed in onto a rectangular building with a circular door in which a fire burnt. The building got pixelated and then I was inside, first person view, and after paying attention to the tutorial of how to buy things from the merchant, and being told that when he signals behind you with his eyes you're in trouble, I pointed out a gem in his selection and handed over a bag of money. He took the bag and very deliberately looked behind me. I immediately turned to see a guy in a cool Stetson hat, smoking a cigarette but about a head shorter than me and holding an old, 17th century pistol to my forehead. He called me out on a duel so he stepped back a couple of paces and I reached into my pockets. In one I could feel some sharp pointy thing which felt like a pen, but in my right pocket I noticed an identical pistol to the one the guy was holding, so I brandished it.
I got to shoot first. I held up the pistol to about eye-level, and forgetting about how inaccurate these old guns were, fired roughly at my opponent. A lot of smoke ensued, but nothing came of it. Then it hit me that I couldn't move while the guy took his shot at me. I began reloading in case I got an opportunity to fire once more. I thought to myself that probably being shot wouldn't hurt, since it is a dream. I never actually got lucid, however
He shot, but to my eternal relief, missed. I took my time this time, raised the gun, looked carefully down the barrel and aimed for the face. The guy started quivering out of fear and as I pressed the trigger, he took out his sabre and attempted to knock the pistol out of my hand but barely touched it. He turned and ran for the door but I kept my cool and fired into his back, seeing his cloak rip. He fell down, but in a moment he was up again, apparently healthy, and came back to congratulate me and salute.
Feeling this was what the etiquette demanded, I saluted with my pistol. Another person came into view from the left. Dream recall ends here.