Mystycal

I remember this dream from last night. Non-lucid, I am getting quite frustrated with myself.

I was walking behind a DC representing my brother IRL, through deep snow, up some kind of hill on top of which was what looked like a shrine to some kind of deity. I made effort to step into his footprints so the snow wouldn't slow me down much. As I did this I said to myself, "Stepping in the footsteps of giants", for whatever reason.
Then I remember my family skiing down the hill, I didn't have skis so I slid down on my knees, which was pretty exciting. I looked back to see my sister almost skiing off a cliff.
THE END

This one was lucid.
I became lucid on my street in Poland, and realised that my LD’s happen in the last REM cycle, so I probably don’t have much time and it’s already morning in the real world. I instantly remembered this girl I passed on the way to where I was on one of the adjacent streets: she was really nice to me and my age, too, but my non-lucid self chickened out and ran. So, as fast as my legs could carry me, I made my way back to this caravan in which she lived.
The sky in the dream was getting dark, it was already past sunset. Still on my street I passed these two boys on bikes, and I decided to ask them something - I rarely speak to my DC’s.
Me: “What’s the time?”
DC: “Ten past.”
Me: “Ten past what?”
DC: “Satan.”
I thought at that time, heheh, this is going into the “DC’s say the darndest things” thread on DreamViews. But I kept running, and soon reached the caravan of that girl off to the left about 20 metres. She was sitting outside on the terrace. Suddenly I felt a very deep bond with her, or just love for her or whatever even though I was still lucid. I tried telling myself she was just a DC, nothing more, but that love was still there. I didn’t want to think about waking up at this point and not seeing her again. Thinking back now her appearance was based on this girl’s from The Walking Dead an episode of which I watched before bed. I walked up to the terrace, she looked up at me, with a questioning look. First I contemplated the moment for a second, marvelling at how quickly, despite being lucid I am able to irrationally fall in love with a figment of my imagination.
Her sister, taller than her with perfectly blonde hair and not so bad-looking herself walked onto the terrace and looked at me, curious. Embarrassed, I just blurted out something along the lines of, “Hey, err... I umm... really like you, d’you want to go out sometime?” It immediately occurred to me that, of course, I probably won’t see her again because my dreams very rarely repeat or even contain the same DC’s. Her eyes grew wide, which was the cutest darn thing I have ever seen, and she was clearly speechless. I sat down on one of the chairs, burying my face in my hands. This was one of the best and yet one of the most ordinary dreams I had ever had. Her sister took a better look at me and said, “Wow, well he’s a nice looking one isn’t he?” .
I just stared at them both, noticing that we were on a top of an arid cliff face, with train tracks running below. I thought I could try the TOTM, but decided against it.
Meanwhile, the two sisters were talking to each other, in a light-hearted, joking tone:
Older one: “You’re a lucky girl!”
Younger: “Yeah right, you can have any boys you want!”
Older: “Somehow they all come back to you!”
They sat next to each other, facing me.
Now I was thinking frantically, trying to take in everything that was happening. I wanted to remember all this. I wanted to find out as much information on these girls as possible, enjoy my time with them for as long as I could.
Me: “What are your names?”
Older: “This is Katie and I’m Abs (short for Abigail?)”.
I nodded. Then,
Me: “What’s the time?”
Abs: “Ten past.”
Me: “Ten past what?”
Katie: “It’s hard to tell here, where we live. Where do you live?”
Me: “London.”
Katie: (please bear with me, I do not remember exactly what she said but it was somewhat in this way) “3572-Twisssss-Bus”
Hell knows what that meant. I got the impression from the dream she was talking about double-decker buses, and she was shy and that’s why her speech came out a bit deformed. Slightly strange, but I said,
“Yeah, we have those in London.”
Then Abs came up to me and sat down on the neighbouring chair. She said,
“Sorry if all this seems a little confusing to you. Where we live this tends to be the case.” – and she laughed as if she knew exactly that this was a lucid dream I was having, and she did not seem troubled at all by it.
Me: “Have you heard of lucid dreaming? Do you believe in it?”
Abs laughs again.
Me: “You do realise that this is my lucid dream? When I wake up you two will probably cease to exist, I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do about that.”
Abs: “Don’t worry about it.” She spoke with such comprehension on her face and in her voice that I almost stopped feeling bad. The dream began to fade. I seized Katie’s hand, not wanting to leave. She had a warm touch and smooth skin. It was nice. Then the dream very quickly dissolved into whiteness and smoke, but I could still feel her touch. Then I woke up. I kept my eyes closed, and still felt her hand.
Then I moved my arm and opened my eyes. The feeling was gone. The best lucid so far? Maybe.

I've been playing Half-Life 2 a lot lately, which would explain the dream's theme. I was in the resistance force of, I guess a harsh regime, in a rundown old dam kind of place. Nobody ever visited there, and it was me, this girl who was Milla Jovovich (trolol) and another guy, this fattish kinda guy, some woman and my sister. And as it later turned out a skinny deranged guy.
Me and Milla spent one 'night' together after I got jealous because she had spent the previous one with the other guy, watching films and stuff. I had no intention of being a romantic, this was a lucid and time was probably running out. So we got straight down to business, she seemed to enjoy it. Next morning I ran up some steps on the side of the dam to the control room where the fat guy was. He offered me a seat, so I took it.
All of a sudden, I hear an alarm sound go off around the dam and everybody starts to panic. We all knew what this was about: the police had come.
Everybody ran for cover, me, the woman and my sister found a little buggy that would be our escape. Me and my sister were outsiders, so the people said to take the buggy and get away from the place, not to worry about them left behind. The buggy was in a state of disrepair, and wouldn't fire up. I guess the woman was a kind of mechanic, but she needed my help in unsticking the main lever and stuff. I could sense the police getting closer. Finally, the buggy's engine started and I jumped in as the designated driver. The woman and my sister jumped on the back.
I hit it. The buggy went quite fast, and we drove down a forest path for a while before coming to a halt in front of a block of wood that blocked the entrance to a piece of land belonging to another rundown structure in a clearing. I rolled the bit of wood a away but then my sister and the woman were both like, "Shhhh can you hear that?".
I listened and indeed heard a pair of voices, getting louder. I looked through the bushes and glimpsed two blue uniforms. We all jumped quickly back in the buggy after I rolled the wood back to its original position and turned around.
We sped towards the dam. When we drove into the area the other guy was like, "What are you doing back here?" but I shouted at him to get out of the way. This is the point where I get too absorbed in the dream and lucidity fails. I jump out of the buggy and run to the guy's hiding place, behind a pile of planks. I dive for cover. I then discover it is quite low.
The police enter the area, and notice the other guy. He comes out of hiding, I follow him, everyone surrounds the two policemen. Then this skinny clearly crazy guy takes a bow and arrow out and draws the bow, aiming it first at a policeman and then at me. Everyone freezes, I put my hands up, moving slowly away. "Don't do it, man", I plead, and then he shoots, and misses, then lunges at me.
We grapple and the world disappears around us. It becomes a map of the world. We fly south, turning around, over some sea or ocean. An eagle appears out of nowhere and I grab on, and fly back to the dam, losing the skinny guy on the way, I think. Recall ends there.