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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.