Mystycal

After taking a long break from trying to LD, as can be seen by the dates of my journal entries, I've decided to get back into it. Again. Recall is improving, although no luck with actual lucids yet.

7/1/2013
Bedtime: 22:35
Remembered a fragment of a dream, despite my best efforts to remember more:
My girlfriend was there, and my mum was insisting on her calling my mum 'mum', since obviously by way of perfect logic being married is the same as any other relationship
Then at another point in the dream I was climbing some kind of metal pole, which I had to do to go after my girlfriend.
At yet another point I was taking a shower with her watching me.
That dream seemed to be focused a lot on her

8/1/2013
Bedtime: 22:40
Fragment of 1st Dream: I was exploring some kind of ancient Egyptian ruin, and remember looking up at the wall, and it had some kind of high-tech gadgetry in it which was all wired complicatedly.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: I was holding a long, black double-barrelled 17th century pistol in my right hand. I wanted to fire it but knew it had never been used before, so there was a risk of it blowing up. My dad on the left told me not to try.

A Whole Dream: I was playfully fighting my cat in my room in Poland and had a slap fight with it, accidentally injuring its claw. Then me and some friends go to McDonald's, in which there is one long table which accommodates all of us, about 10 people. Someone passed me a bucket of chicken nuggets from my left, which I munched on. They tasted as if they'd been seasoned. The guy opposite me got a Fanta which looked exactly like Coke except with a lot more foam, and he drank it through a straw. After a while of nothing much happening, they guys bring out a massive tank filled with some substance. They lit the end of the tank and it started emitting some stuffy, warm gas that they hoped would get them high.
I ran out, ending up in my front garden. A friend left after me and said he understands my unwillingness for drugs and shares my view that they're horrible. Then he noticed my cat and played with him for a while until my cousin's dog sprang out of nowhere and chased my cat away. I decided to walk out of my garden and end up in my school's Upper School Playground, where me and that friend walked to the gate to go home: we went past those douchebags that were smoking drugs and they threatened my friend for leaving and made fun of him for not taking the drugs. We walk away, my friend went his own way, while I made for the train station. It got dark. About 20 metres in front of the said station I came across the main one of the douchebags whose drugs they had before. This time he was carrying a load of pinkish cloth-like material which was evidently more drugs, and which he dumped on into my arms, grabbed me and threatened if I went to the police. He clearly wanted to get rid of the drugs. I nodded, but when he turned and walked a few steps away from me, I called out,
"Asshole."
And ran for my life to the station. I heard him say behind me, "What? Asshole? You just called me an asshole?"
I knew he was chasing me so I sprinted into the station, but there was nobody around that could help. I turned a corner and ran straight into two policemen who jumped up when the guy chasing me shouted, quite idiotically if I do say so myself, "Stop him! He stole my drugs!"
I immediately dropped the load I was carrying onto the floor and spread my arms out in a gesture of innocent surrender. But the policemen, not being too dumb, started questioning the owner of the drugs. Soon he pleaded that they weren't actually drugs and proceeded to attempt to prove this by taking a rag from the pile, putting it across his mouth and nose and inhaling a few times. The cloth started smoking lightly and his eyes began watering, at which point he decided to drop his act and took out a little needle. He pricked both policemen with it, who fell at its touch, apparently dead.
He then tried to kill me in a likewise manner, but I grabbed his wrist and took the needle from him and stabbed him in the arm. He fell backwards, the scene transformed into my parents' bedroom and he fell back over the bed, falling at the foot of the desk. I looked at him, looked away, and when I looked back, his body was gone.
Then I woke up.

9/1/2013
Bedtime: 22:25
I kept waking up this night, I woke up at, I think, 3, then 5, then 6:30, then 7. Not sure of the precise times. This allowed me to remember each fragment just after it happened and recall them all in the morning.
Fragment of 1st Dream: In my room in Poland again, with my sister, looking at my cat. It, on the other hand, was looking up at the ceiling, clearly fascinated by some point on it. It jumped up and landed in the middle of thin air, still looking up. It kept doing this and meanwhile my sister and I were laughing our heads off. I remember saying to her, "How is that even possible?! Hahaha!" without realising I was dreaming. Tut tut tut

Fragment of 2nd Dream: Playing on my Nintendo DS, some kind of racing game like Mario Kart, and you could cast spells by drawing patterns on the touch screen. I never did though the game kept reminding me it was possible. I finally gave in but pressed too hard and the stylus broke, at which point my nan took the DS away from me and used it as proof of her argument that Asians can't build things to last. In the end she gave it back to me.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: Giving my friend a lift with my dad. We're driving when suddenly an old train passes us, going the other way. It has the German flag on the front and I think of how poor Germany must be to not be able to afford newer trains. My dad turns into our street but slightly too late so he spins around and turns again. We drive home.

Fragment of 4th Dream: A DC teenager was standing outside a classroom in my school, looking in, communicating with the students and gesticulating violently as he didn't want to get noticed by their teacher. I looked in too to see a whole class, and along the row opposite the door were two Asian-looking ginger girls that I recognised from a previous dream. I remembered that I had been together with the slightly uglier one before meeting her sister and going for that one instead. I was greeted with silent swearing and grimaces on part of the slightly uglier sister, so I grinned and gave her the thumbs up. Then I looked at her twin, and she was very happy to see me indeed: she grinned back and told me to wait.
When the class ended she walked out to meet me and we embraced each other walking out of school, with me talking about random stuff that she would always laugh at sweetly. But I remember feeling that she we didn't click. I got the vibe she was a bit slutty and although she sure seemed to like me, I didn't even know her that well.
We crossed the road to a tree and I can't remember what happened next.