Mystycal

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.