Mystycal

Not in chronological order, this dream I had last week and only wrote it down today, but I decided it's quite important because it's the first one I could fly in.

Dream

I was in my house in London, in my room and then I realised I was dreaming so I dived out of my window, shattering it into pieces. Once outside I swam breaststroke in the air, slowly but surely, and admired the sunset reflecting off my suburban estate. Then I fell to the ground gently but uncontrollably. Dream recall ends there.

First Dream

First, I was in my house in London along with a little alien guy that had a head the shape of a potato, and the Doctor from the BBC show Doctor Who was there as well with his TARDIS. The little guy complained to the Timelord that they'd need at least four people to land the spaceship safely, as apparently my house was a spaceship.
Then three people entered through my front door. I can only remember one of them, an asian-looking girl who was really good at sewing. They all sat down in my dining room around the table. I can't remember anything else.

Second Dream

I was in my house in Poland this time. I had a small baby dragon flying around my house, knocking stuff over and being a general nuisance. I think it was my pet. I had to knock it out with a saucepan and then tie it down to stop its path of destruction. As it was flying over my head I hit it as hard as I could, and since I was quite worried for its health, I felt its chest. A heartbeat was there, so I felt relieved and tied the thing down in what looked like a cover of a book, only without any pages in between.
Can't remember any more.

Eighteenth Journal Entry

Haven't updated in a while as I retreated from LD'ing, but will do my best to rebuild my recall and hopefully get some lucids.

Dream:
All I remember is being an objective viewpoint with no body, and I saw an elderly person being abused by nurses and carers from his old people's home, as in carted around in a wheelchair, beaten, he vomited but that wasn't cleared up, etc. The weather in the dream was beautiful sunshine, and I can remember having trouble speaking as I had a bit of a sore throat which I also have in waking life right now, so that's no surprise. Every time I tried to talk I could only cough and splutter.

Very strange and quite unpleasant dream. I don't want any repeats.