MythicDreams

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.