MythicDreams

This is the first lucid I've had in a while. I ate Wensleydale cheese before going to bed - maybe that helped!

I was in a spacious house. Everyone was getting ready for a big journey in a car, and a guy my age was packing up - I heard his family calling him "Hey, we've only got a few minutes to go, you can't pack both of those at the same time!" or something. "OKAY, OKAY!" he shouted back angrily. I knew there were two pretty girls in the house, and I wanted to impress them. I walked over to the guy. "Need me to carry one of those to the car for you? I can help," I said. Without me even noticing the change, this kid turned into my brother all of a sudden. "NO. I don't need anyone else screwing stuff up for me, I'm stressed enough already! Now piss off!"
Needless to say, this made me pretty mad. There was some sort of drawing board in front of us, with a few diagrams sketched on it. Harnessing my mental power, I blew the drawing board to pieces just by wanting it to happen.
"See what I can do? I asked if you wanted any help, and you told me to piss off. I can end this world, you know!" I said. Walking away from more sarcastic comments, I strode over to a window. At this point, I wasn't even lucid yet! Looking out the window, I saw a car parked in the road below. People were getting into it one by one. Realising what I'd just done, I came to the conclusion that I was dreaming.

I think I jumped out the window then, landing safely. The two pretty girls were sitting in the front of the car. "Now or never," I thought. I walked over to the car and got in. One of the girls turned round to face me. "This is it! My perfect chance," I thought. But part of me still clung to reality. Everyone was watching me, and I feared their reactions. "If this isn't a dream, I'm screwed".
I leaned in closer to the girl, and kissed her. She kissed back. Nobody else even cared! It was great to just kiss a complete stranger like that with no repercussions. When the beautiful kiss was over, I was going to get out of the car and run back into the house, which was my home, but I decided to stay in the car. I wanted to see where the journey would take us.
"Looks like I'm staying, haha," I said, as we started to drive away. I felt myself losing clarity, so I rubbed my hands on the seats of the car and did a few reality checks, but nothing prevented my from falling into darkness, only to go into another dream.

Nightmare Game
Let's see if I can explain this for you. It's actually very interesting, and I found it very scary - so keep reading!

I was with my Dad, ready to play a videogame, but the way I accessed the save files was very weird.
There was a cylinder of stone, which had small angels carved into it. Below each angel it said the name of the level I was on, and the time and date I had saved at. There was also a statue of a tree (I think), and other carvings on rocks. It was like this huge centrepiece of carved stone, and I could access the save files of the game by interacting with the statues in real life. Very odd, I know. I chose to delete a couple of save files. The statues broke apart and fell into a moat of water around the centrepiece. Again, very strange.

Something about the angels, the save files, made me afraid. It was like I was preparing myself for a journey. A dark descent...
The game was top-down, set in the dungeons of a castle, I believe. There were demons, living dead, all manner of creatures which could drive a man to insanity.
But this was no easy hack and slash adventure game.
It was about creeping through dark corridors, hoping you wouldn't be seen, hoping you wouldn't be killed. It was a game, yet it was real at the same time. Imagine Amnesia from a top-down view, with weapons and more creatures. And then make it real.
This game was terrifying. But you know what? It was addictive. The fear and the adrenaline pushed me and my Dad onwards through blood-stained halls, seemingly empty passages, tombs, catacombs, crypts, and more, slaying horrible enemies all the way.
We played and played for ages, each step we took putting us in more danger.

-recall skip-

My character walked up out of a cellar, into a large modern house. It was eerie, and contrasted with the somewhat medieval setting of the world below. But something was wrong.

It seems that fear manifests itself quite strongly in dreams. It becomes a part of the world - it's not just a feeling any more, it creeps into everything. You can't escape it - everything feels wrong when you're afraid. Anything can turn against you in a dream - nothing is solid, nothing is permanent. An empty room could fill with enemies desperate to tear your heart out and feast on your living body.
This feeling haunts me in every nightmare I have.
I know subconsciously that every room I enter is putting me in more danger. The fear inside my brain can create more horrible things, causing more fear. There is no escape.

There was a % above my character, next to a skull. I knew that if this gauge reached 100%, my character would have some sort of seizure, and demons would manifest in his world, ready to kill him. It was horrible - I was battling my character's own sanity.
I exited the game, but the fear followed me. Exiting the game was pointless. It was real, it was still there. The gauge referred to me - not just my in-game character.
I had to research this medical condition which caused hallucinations - I had something to do with the vascular system (it doesn't exist, but in the dream it did) - and at any moment something could just "pop" and I would be plunged into a world of terror.
I reached for a nearby laptop, but I couldn't find Firefox on the start menu or desktop.

End of dream.
Wake up, then go back to sleep.

No Reflection
This dream wasn't scary, unless you count the fact that I nearly slipped down a huge waterslide (hey, I'm afraid of heights).

I was on some sort of desert fortress. It was a large building, and the architecture was almost alien in design. Think "Sandtrap" from Halo 3.
There was a gravity lift, which would shoot me over to another "arm" of the building a few hundred feet away.
I walked up to the gravity lift, and was flung into the air - but instead of going the full distance, I landed in the sand below, in the middle of the gap. I hit a piece of scrap metal.
Standing up, I walked towards some steps, back onto the strange building (or alien ship, who knows).
I went through a doorway, which lead to a normal dining room - except at the far end, there was the start of two waterslides! As I walked over to get a better look, I felt myself slip - oh no! I was sitting on the precipice of the second slide, feeling the water run underneath me. I struggled upright, and backed away from the edge. My subconscious does everything it can to make me do fall down huge drops, or go on rollercoasters and waterslides. Every time there's a perilous drop, I slip or find myself sliding towards it, almost like I'm being dragged. I think it's because I really don't want it to happen, so it does.
I turned around and faced the rest of the room.
There were some people I didn't recognise inside, now. They told me their names, and I told them mine.
"Yes, we know who you are," a middle aged woman said.
I had the feeling that I was famous or something, except I'd forgotten it.
"You know me? How?" I asked. "What did you see me in? What did I do?"
She mentioned something on TV or the theatre, I can't remember. My Dad appeared at some point, too.
My vision blurred and I felt dizzy, as a result of banging my head against the metal on the desert floor earlier. I walked over to the table, and looked in a big mirror on the wall. I couldn't see myself or my Dad! I had no reflection, but I could see lots of people eating dinner at the table in the mirror. When I looked for real, I saw nobody sitting there.
I said to my Dad, "Dad you have to look at this, quick! We've disappeared or something, just look at the mirror!"
The middle aged woman was still there, so I told her about our problem. She took out a camera to test if it would pick us up, but that seemed to trigger something.

Floating tiki heads started flying through the door, angered for some reason. They looked a bit like this.

I won't let them take me! I thought - even though I wasn't lucid, I managed to project white light at them, and shrouded myself in it. It was a sort of energy, and I used these powers to fight off the tiki heads.
End of dream.

There was a sort of false awakening too, or a "false reality", but it wasn't very exciting and I can't remember it well, so this is all for now!
As always, comments are appreciated.

Some other people and I were being chased by a group of guys. We were on an open plain, it was a sunny day, and I could see mountains in the far distance.
Some of the people chasing us were wearing loincloths, like they were a tribe of cavemen or something.
They carried rocks, and as we ran they threw them at us. A rock or two hit me on the head, and it hurt really badly. They caught up to us and started giving us a beating. I was knocked down.

Somehow I realised I was dreaming.
"This is crazy, I must be dreaming!" I thought. I did a quick nose-pinch, and sure enough I felt that awesome sensation of breathing through a shut nose - it was awesome because it meant I was God in this world.

Standing up, I decided to exact my revenge. Extending my arms, I felt the need for vengeance rise inside me. A swarm of bees flew out of the sleeves of my shirt, and descended upon my enemies. The attackers were engulfed - payback.
Fade to fragments.

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All was dark. I knew I was dreaming, so I decided to create some light. People often said voice commands worked, and there was my chance to try it.
"Let there be light," I said feebly.
Why couldn't I shout? I wanted to say something epic in a booming voice, that would turn on the lights. But my voice was so quiet!
"Activate... light," I tried to say. It was like my vocal chords had gone weak - I could hardly speak at all now.
And so I was doomed to blackness.

Had a lucid dream last night. It didn't go as I expected, and I faded into non-lucidity without realising. God, lucid dreaming can be tricky stuff.

So I was standing on a platform which jutted out from a skyscraper, way up high. Lined along this wide platform were huge artillery guns. The ground far below was brown-red, and scarred with craters. A war was clearly taking place.
Rolling along on the ground were big truck-like things. It was hard to tell what they were, because they were so small. In the sky were various aircraft, such as blimps. Anyway, I believe someone else was with me on the platform, but I can't remember who.
I knew we were under attack, and without hesitation I ran to one of the futuristic artillery guns. Pressing a button, I targeted a ground vehicle. A red box appeared on it, like in a flight simulation game, to tell me it had locked on.
The cannon fired. A glowing shell flew through the air and hit its mark. I noted that encircling the platform was a very faint, translucent bubble, which shimmered and shifted in the light.
I knew immediately that it was a force-field, an energy shield of sorts. It was the only thing protecting us from the aircraft.
After shooting with the artillery a little more, I reached out a hand, and touched the shield. Summing up my strength, I directed energy into it, feeling the power flow through me into the shield. It turned brighter and less translucent, more corporeal. But with the attacks of the aircraft, I knew it wouldn't hold forever.

I somehow came to the realisation that I was dreaming. I think it was because I used powers, and the only time I usually do that is when I'm lucid, so it triggered something inside me.
Nonetheless, I remembered what I'd said in waking life, about wanting to enter another world, one of my own creation.
But which world? I struggled to think of a decent place to go, and in the end it came to me - the one I most wanted to go to was the world of my unmade Java game! That was one of my best fleshed-out worlds, I knew it fairly well.
I brought to mind the concept art I had drawn, and imagined the land I had thought for so long about. For the second time ever, I attempted a dream-spin, concentrating on my destination.
The world changed without me realising it, as I spun round and round effortlessly. But when I came to a stop, I was looking at... a game, on a computer screen - my game. I haven't even started actual work on the game yet, only drawn concept art and written about it, so it was sort of cool to see it in a finished form (albeit not exactly like I am planning it). But I imagine the finished game in my head practically every day, so it's not anything new.
No, what I really wanted was to be able to feel the world, to breathe the dusty air of the desert planet I'm designing, to be able to speak with its inhabitants.
A voice, my subconscious I think, said exactly what I was thinking:
"Not quite what you were expecting, eh?"

A cruel mockery of my intentions - I wanted to see the world of my game, and in effect I got that. But it was literally my 2D game, not the real world I was hoping for.

So, here it is - I'm terrible at dream spinning. But I'm grateful for getting the chance to try.
Next time I'll try using a door portal, but I doubt that will work. I'll probably just wake up when I close my dream-eyes, or there will be nothing on the other side of the door.
Anyway, I shall try again if I get the chance.

I find lucid dream powers fickle and mostly a game of acting (expectations turn into results in dreams, I just pretend to do something and it happens). For me, the enjoyment is in experiencing the dream world.

Apparently, me and my parents were going on a rollercoaster trip across the country.
We sat in a Minecraft style cart, and set off along the tracks. I asked my mother how much the trip would cost, and she said "Hmm, well let's see, about a few million pounds".
I was shocked - in this dream, we had about 9 million pounds to spare (wtf) but I thought this was a massive waste of money even so.

I knew that we had booked some gay singer (Wallace from Scott Pilgrim or something, not that he was a singer), and I heard the music as we rolled along the tracks. Below us were plain green hills, but I saw him standing far below, singing for us, with a crowd around him.
I thought how lame the music was, and that it was a waste of money, again. But then something occurred to me.
"Rollercoasters...
They have big drops as standard. That's not good!" I thought.

INTERESTING REALISATION:
It seems like I can predict bad things happening in my dreams. I have a sort of basic awareness - "things I don't like happening often do happen if they can, in my dreams".
Does that make sense? It's probably because I've had a fair amount of dream experience, so I've become a dream-pessimist.
However, I think these things happen because most of the time, I expect them to. Ironically, if I shut up about it and stopped worrying, I would have nothing to worry about.

Anyway, my expectations did not fail me.
"Oh no!"
The coaster dropped down, perfectly in time with the singer's music, oddly. I felt the G-force as though it were real.
It was a perfect imitation of real life. I was dropping down, hanging on for dear life, the G-force pulling at my chest and stomach, until the coaster came to a slow.

I knew it wasn't over.
My vision went suddenly dark, and we dropped again and again. Falling, falling, falling.
Eventually, the light returned, and I discovered we were simply rolling alongside mountains! I clung on tightly, thinking about how dangerous the situation was.

At last, we lowered slowly to the ground, into some sort of station amidst the green hills. It became apparent to me that it was also a hospital. I was given a long black rubber tube, and somehow it was vital. We were still moving, albeit slower than normal.
I had a random fit of rage at the hospital.
"I hate them, I hate this place! They ruined my life! Screw you all!" I shouted, and threw the rubber tube down onto the tracks.

(I should note that in real life I had an operation last year, and recently I have been a bit worried, because I know I still have a lot of mending to do and I am afraid to do the things I used to, because they might hurt or damage me. However I in no way hate the hospital, if anything I am grateful. Still, mixed feelings often lead to anger in dreams, when our emotional side is stronger than our logical side)

I came to my senses as quickly as the rage had begun, and got worried.
"I... I need that, don't I?"
"Yeah" my Mum replied.
"Oh God... I shouldn't have thrown it, what do I do? WHAT DO I DO?" I cried out. For a reason I'm not quite sure of, that tube was very important. So I decided I would jump off the coaster and get it.
"I'll jump off and grab it, but how do I get back on? I'll be left behind!" I said, my guilt building up inside me.
"Ring this number," my Dad said, and told me some long telephone number.
"But that's too long! I won't remember that!" I said. I jumped off the rollercoaster, and started jogging by the side of it. I knew I could outrun it at that point, but it was turning the corner into the straight, and would soon pick up speed.
I ran back in the opposite direction for the tube, hoping I would be fast enough.

Next thing I know, the scene changes and I'm in the hospital by the station. I was in a relatively small blue-white room. A doctor was just done checking my chest.
"OK, next I'll need to check, well, you know," he said.
"What, you mean... those things?" I said, motioning downwards.
"Yeah, sorry, it's part of procedure."
So, I lied down on what looked like a reclined dentist's chair.

The scene changed, and I was standing in the room again.
I wondered what had happened. It was like he had never mentioned anything of the sort, an alternate reality or something.
"OK, so I'll take some scans of your chest, just lie down please," he said calmly. I did as I was asked.

Instant scene flip.
I was in a different doctor's room, which had walls a slightly subtle shade of red. I was still lying down, in the exact same position as before. There was a different doctor standing over me.
"What happened? I was just there... did I go under anaesthetic or something? I don't remember that happening, this isn't right," I said, beginning to doubt the realism of the situation.

Then I woke up.

Me, my brother and sister were standing on something like a big platform, jutting out from a really tall building. Like a balcony with no edge.
We were going to play some sort of game.
"I don't think this is safe, if one of us tripped we could just fall off the edge!" I said nervously.
My brother and sister both agreed, so they started laying down bricks along the edge, building up a brick wall, with mortar and everything.
"What the hell are you doing? When Dad sees this he's going to go mad - the mortar... this is permanent! You can't make a brick wall here!" I said. But my words made no difference, they built the wall on the edge of the balcony anyway.
My bro then brought along a little pet cage with a tiny monkey in it.
I sat down and talked to it.
It seemed to know what I was saying. It did some tricks, and over a few minutes it showed that it could understand me.
My delight ended when my brother (who is older than me, by the way) came along and picked the cage up. He moved it away, and sat down with a smirk on his face, hiding the monkey from my view.
"Why did you have to go and do that? You always do things like this - just as I'm having fun you come and ruin it, like you find it impossible to let anyone else enjoy themselves!" I shouted.

-dream recall jump, same dream but different place-

I'm faced with a menu screen of characters to choose. I pick an ape character.
I was standing in a nice looking town, a clean modern metropolis.
The little monkey from before was by my side. I can't remember much, except that we went through the city looking for my brother (I think). The monkey could understand me and followed my orders.

Eventually, I end up with my Dad. I'm still trying to find my brother to teach him a lesson, but for some reason he's wanted by the law so I can't tell anyone.
I walk into a clothes store. I go to the back - there are loads of urinals and cubicles, and random cubicle walls dotted around the place, so I decide to look around and see if I can find my bro hiding anywhere.
A beautiful woman walks up to me. She's a shop assistant, I think. She asks if I need any help, so I tell her I'm looking for an actual toilet, because all I could see was urinals.
"Jericho has some toilets" she told me, and explained where I should go to find it. Apparently "Jericho" was another clothes shop.
"So, is there anything... else you think I should tell you?" she said, batting her eyelids at me. I just knew she wanted to give me her number, but I panicked.
"Uh, no no I'm good. Super good, I'm fine thanks - in fact I have a lot of stuff to, um... goodbye..." I said, and ran out of the store.
I'm telling you, it was like a scene out of one of those embarassing comedies, where the main character just fails beyond comprehension.
I'm not quite sure why I declined her offer of her phone number, I think I was just shitting myself because a super hot babe just flirted with me, and I didn't have the confidence to act in the spur of the moment.

After I walked out of the store, my Dad said:
"What was that about? She was totally trying to give you her number, why didn't you ask for it?" in an incredulous voice.
"Well, you know, I don't even have a phone at the moment for starters" I replied.

And so the search for the store "Jericho" began. I think I walked along train tracks through a mine, and other things.
At some point I met up with my brother, but I can't really remember what happened.
Something about me being taller than him, and then... ugh I don't know, I'm too tired.

Fragment:
I'm standing in front of a window, looking down on a field or something. Strange chibi characters are playing below.
I realise I'm lucid, but... that's all I remember.

So much space...
I was in a space station, something to do with the Fantastic Four I believe. I walked into a kind of spherical observatory room, where a scientist was standing. He looked eccentric.
I moved closer to the glass window of the observatory, to see outside.
Holy crap.
We were so high up. Just hanging there, orbiting a planet, with a massive amount of space around us. So isolated, yet I saw different planets and stars in the distance, and it was totally overwhelming. I felt like we could just drop out of the sky at any moment, falling thousands of miles. it was intense. I don't think I can really explain it.
It was so scary, thinking about how far down (or up) I could fall, if I fell out of that space station.
Standing there seeing whole planets just tiny beneath me, it was unreal.

So, I can't remember why, but I had to run away from the observatory. I ran through several large, different rooms, and I think the scientist was chasing me. The space station had clean, white and grey walls, but eventually I ran into a sort of blue cave.
There was several people standing there, and they had super powers.
A strangely shaped, large woman began to tell me the name of her power.
"I know what that means", I said. "If I shot you, you'd turn into water and wouldn't be hurt". As I spoke, parts of her turned to water then back to flesh.

Colourful train
I'm on an open-top, colourful red and yellow train - it looked like a huge child's toy. Actually, in hindsight, everything was bright and pleasant looking in this dream.
I particularly noticed two girls sitting ahead of me. Then, I saw my Dad on the station far below. He called up to me, and told me that I'm "blocking their view" with the way I was sitting, or something.
"Who?" I asked, perplexed.
He nodded towards the two girls, eyebrows raised.
What the hell, how could I have been blocking the view of the girls in front of me? Well anyway, they decided to move places, so they ended up sitting a few seats behind me.
I got the impression that this was actually so that I couldn't look at them, but they could spy on me, because I was attractive to them. Weird.
One girl actually got up, and came to sit next to me.
Next thing I know, she's my girlfriend. My recall skips a bit here. We're still on the train, and I decide to show her Minecraft on her laptop, because she hasn't heard of it.
I tell her my username, so she can log in, but she spells it wrong.

I'm really happy, because I've had a new lucid dream. This one rocked, although I didn't quite get to do all the things I wanted to.
My top dream goal is to reach an amazing place, built from my imagination. I know every place in a dream is built from my imagination, but I want to go somewhere of my choosing.

My parents and I were in an odd, slightly medieval looking house.
The house was on a bank of pebbles, in a very shallow lake. Around the lake was a big cliff, so we were in a sort of basin.

After some unmemorable things happened in the house (something to do with losing a rubber ball I think), I went into the lounge, which had a door to the outside.
I suddenly gained awareness that I was lucid. I don't remember doing a reality check, but I may have done one and forgotten.
My thoughts went something like this:
"Am I dreaming? It's so realistic, just like waking life. Amazing."
I walked around the lounge, touching objects and looking at them close up.

Then, I stepped outside onto the dry pebble bank.
"Now it's time for some fun! I'll try exercising my powers" I thought.
I'd read about people using the kamehameha attack from Dragon Ball, so I decided to use that for practice.
With a confident attitude, I drew back my cupped hands.
"KAMEHAMEHA!" I shouted. A blue beam of energy fired away from me, and fizzled out.

Hah. Then I had another idea - I remembered they used hand signs in Naruto, so I thought anything was worth a shot.
I tried to form some hand signs, but I couldn't do them correctly. I managed to pull it off, however, because I shouted the name of a made-up attack as I did the hand signs.
It was something like:
"Landslide cliff destruction!"
It worked. The cliff face shattered - huge slabs of rock broke away from the cliff, and collapsed into the lake. This is where things got a little bad.
The mass of the rocks falling into the water caused the water level to rise in an exaggerated way. I ran back inside and slammed the door. The water level was as high as my chest outside, but luckily the door was water-tight.

Somehow, I ended up back outside, standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down on the lake. The lake seemed to stretch out for miles, with no end in sight. I find this in a lot of my dreams.
To lower the water level, I used a ninja hand sign and said something about the moon, and dragons. The main point was for me to convince myself that I was using a real ninja power. The water exploded in certain locations, releasing bursts of steam. In no time, it was drained of most of its water.
I decided to put it back to normal, not empty, not full, but just right.
Using another power, I sent spouts of water into the lake. That topped it up just right, so it was shallow but not empty.
I went back inside.

"Where can I go that's highly populated, so that I can speak with people and maybe cause some havoc? Somewhere I've not been before..." I pondered.
Then I realised - New York!
I attempted a dream spin for the first time.
I started spinning round and round, and I thought "New York, New York, New York", picturing the busy city streets in my head. It was surprisingly hard to keep the image there, and I had to concentrate hard to keep thinking about my destination.
I stopped spinning, and the last thing I saw was the interior of a prison cell, before I woke up.

So much for New York!

Ever since I started this DJ, I've been remembering a lot more dreams, which is great! Back to the good old days - I'll soon be lucid dreaming like before.

I was in a small shop in town, with a staircase that lead upstairs. Naturally, I went up the stairs.
It was a large café of sorts. There was a long counter, which displayed delicious treats.

I met with my sister at a table. She had ordered me some food - I think it was pizza.
But here's the thing - all the food served here was made of sweets (or candy as americans call it)! Yep, everything was sugary. I'm not sure if it started out exactly like this, maybe the food was normal at first. But that's how it ended up, as the dream progressed.

Remember these?

Yeah, it was like that, except on a much bigger scale.

I remember being very hungry, and the dream lasted quite a long time.
I talked with my sis', and she bought me food. I don't remember the specifics, only being hungry and having an interesting time.

Often my food dreams are like this - I'm hungry but never seem to get satisfied, probably because of real-life hunger.

In the end, I walked up to the counter. There was a picture of a delicious burger - I was so hungry, and it looked very tasty.
But for some reason, I didn't realise it would be made of confectionery.
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I remember looking at the picture, thinking it looked fantastic. On show was also pizza, pasta, and more.

But it was all sugary and sweet.

This was a very odd dream I think. Not as naturally bizarre as some others, but the fact it was in a sort of normal setting, yet with the odd feature of having sugary food. Haha.

Snow Dragons:

I was in a quaint wood cabin. It was nice and colourful. I walked up some steps, to the front door, and went outside.
It was snowing, although the ground was only covered by a couple of inches.

In front of me, two small dragons were playing in the snow. I never got to see them properly, and sometimes they weren't dragons.
"Want to come to a place with really deep snow?" I asked.
They said yes.
"Get on my back, I don't want you to be uncomfortable" I said, knowing they were only young, and a long journey wouldn't be good for them.
One hopped on my back.
I looked to the left - there was a huge cliff wall, sparkling blue. It's hard to describe, but all I can say is that it was beautiful. I motioned that we should go up there, so we all started flying.
Up and up we rose, me carrying one dragon on my back, and the other flying by my side. As we flew up, one of the dragons started conjouring blue torches by the hundreds, the odd thing is they looked like Minecraft torches - they flew away from him and dropped to the ground. Then I awoke.

Zombie Corridor:

This dream is from another night. I typed out the dream in my journal, but forgot to post it. But I still remember what happened and I'm posting it now.

I was in a corridor, similar to the one pictured below, except whiter and a little wider:


Somehow I knew there were zombies about, lurking in each room, ready to devour me.
I stepped into a room, nervously - it was a child's room. In the corner sat a young girl, next to a baby's cot.
"Where's your Mummy and Daddy?" I asked.
She told me she had no parents, and she was alone and scared.
"Don't worry. If we make it out of here... I'll be your Daddy. It's OK, I'll protect you," I reassured her. I didn't want any harm to come to her.
Nervously, we walked back into the corridor, and I feared for my life.
Suddenly, the girl ran back to her room.
I quickly caught up with her.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"I was scared..." she mumbled.
I grabbed a knife, knowing I would need to defend myself if we saw any zombies. I spotted a bigger kitchen knife, and took that instead. I saw my acoustic guitar, and thought it would make a good shield, so I held it in my left hand.
"Let's go" I whispered.
We shuffled back into the corridor. On my right, a door was slightly ajar. I noticed a zombie crouching inside the room, its horrible eyes glaring at me.
Terrified, we kept walking, only to have another zombie jump out at us. I tried to defend myself, but behind me, the zombie from before was swinging a cleaver at the little girl. She was helping me fight the zombie in front.
"BEHIND YOU!" I said.
I tried to move, tried to parry the attacks, tried to swing my knife, but my arms moved as if they were swinging through thick mud.
Too slow.
Too late.

I awoke.
Like I said, "Zombie Corridor" happened a few days ago. Shame I didn't manage to post it then.
I thought it was a pretty memorable and scary dream.

I remember talking to someone, but I'm not sure who. I know I had a pistol - but here's the thing - I had one bullet, and inside it was gold dust.
Somehow I ended up in a bar, with my father as the bartender. I told him about the bullet, saying it was worth $24,000 dollars!
He offered me a drink.
"Yeah I'll have, like... uh, a gin and tonic or something like that, I don't know" I replied. It's worth noting I'm under the legal drinking age in my country.
So he poured me one. I drank it, and it tasted quite delicious! I relaxed a little. It was like a slightly bitter Sprite.
From there on the focus was on the gun, and I knew I needed it for some reason, but I didn't want to fire the golden bullet, as it was worth so much.

I walked around some quaint little town for a while, and other stuff happened which I don't remember.

In the end, we met up with my mother - she was furious at my Dad for giving me a gin and tonic.
I was writing that I'd had a gin and tonic in my diary, but I decided to rub it out.

So, I was in the large conservatory room of some house. It was nighttime, I believe.
The conservatory had a single glass pane, which comprised the whole wall. It was more of a single huge window at one side of the house, actually.
I was non-lucid at this point. I walked into a lounge area, right next to the glass wall.
My older sister was sitting in a comfy looking chair. We spoke, but it obviously wasn't important because I don't remember what we said.

I started play-fighting with her, but I suddenly became aware of the possibility that I was dreaming.
Unsure, I stepped back and looked around the room. It was quite small now, and it had shelves along the walls, which were lined with sturdy mugs. I said something like:
"Hang on, I think this is a dream" to my sister.
I stretched out my arm, hand open, pointing at a mug. I willed it to fly into my hand, trying to exert a gravitational pull.

Nothing.

I tried again.

Nothing.

Then it clicked - I only needed to imagine the mug flying into my hand, and it would!
So that's what I did. I pretended the mug was actually flying into my hand at that moment, and guess what?
It whipped off the shelf and landed in my hand, in milliseconds.

Unfortunately, my satisfaction was short-lived. As all the possibilities of what I could do hit me, the dream quickly degenerated into me walking around the house and deleting blocks, now in a game of Minecraft.

A spark of lucidity flickered inside me:
"Must try and get back to... before..."
I thought, before that spark was snuffed out, and my feeble effort to gain control faded.