dream fragment

I think I was a soldier. We were on the rooftop of a small building, helping some sort of refugees cross to the next building via ziplining. It was quite far to the next building, about 100 meters or so. The refugees were all in dark cloaks that covered most of their bodies, with only their faces visible. A few of them were already on the other side, and I was hooking up another refugee to the zipline harness. I pushed him, and he went zooming into the air. Halfway through, the harness got stuck, and he remained dangling 2 storeys in the air. He started to panic, but then a small military jeep with no roof drove under him and stopped. There were 5 soldiers on it, and they were yelling for him to just jump, and that they would catch him.

The refugee looked relieved, got a knife from somewhere in his cloak, and proceeded to cut himself loose. Within a few seconds, he fell down. Luckily, the soldiers on the jeep caught him just as they said.

I looked down at them. The refugee was smiling, hugging the soldiers, thanking them for saving his life. He sat down in the front area of the jeep. Then, one of the soldiers who was standing behind the refugee looked up at me, smiled creepily, and took a knife from his belt. He then removed the refugee's hood, revealing his head and neck. He grabbed the refugee's hair, and in a slow and deliberate motion, the soldier dragged the knife across the refugee's neck.

I saw the blood oozing from the refugee's neck. The soldier released his grip on the man's head, after which the man dropped forward on the jeep's floor.

It was horrible.

My perspective suddenly shifted, and I became one of the soldiers on the jeep – the driver, I think. The mutilated body of the refugee was to my right. For some reason, I went over him, swiped my thumb across the pool of blood on the floor, and drew a cross on the man's forehead.

I went back to the driver's seat and drove away.




I mean wtf is up with this dream. Why would I even... 0______0

Nonlucid Lucid

I am in my school's parking lot. I see a white horse in one of the parking spaces. Suddenly it gallops away. I look at the security guard and say, "We have to catch it!". He looks at me and replies, "Okay. Hop on my back." I was like wuuuut?! Then he turns into a huge brown horse before my eyes.

The scene changes and I am on top of a building, trying to stay away from an explosion down below. I hear the BOOM! and shield myself with my arms. No good, I get hit by shrapnel anyway. I look at my hands and I see dozens of deep gashes, oozing with blood. I only feel pressure though, no pain. This makes me wonder.

I become lucid. By the time I looked away from my hands and at my surroundings, I was already outside my house. I walk slowly around and rub my hands to stabilize. I reach the street and see a random DC whom I don't recognize. I decide to shoot him, just for fun (No, I am not promoting shooting for fun! lol)

I don't have a gun in my hand, so I close my eyes for a brief moment and imagine a gun materializing. When I open my eyes again, I am holding a small revolver. I aim at the DC and shoot. He drops to the ground. Then I notice a police officer a few meters away, watching me with wide eyes. I stand there for a moment, trying to figure out what he's gonna do. He grabs his walkie-talkie and says some alert code into it. I see a car near me, with a man on the passenger seat. I get in the driver's seat and drive away. I'm thinking about just flying away or something, but I don't seem to have good control, so I decide to follow the dream instead. Some police cars are chasing me. I realize I'm out of gas, so I stop at a petrol station. Oddly, the police stop as well to give me time to refuel hahahaha.

I grab the fuel nozzle thing and press some numbers on the digital interface thing. Not sure what happens after this, I remember trying to read the numbers properly, but I lose lucidity sometime in between.

I woke up to the sound of screaming people outside my house. I got up and rushed out the door to see what the commotion was all about. There were many people on the streets, all of them riding blue Vespa-looking motorcycles. They all seemed to be running away from something. I looked up, and immediately saw a large purple dragon with very very small wings circling overhead. I thought, "Oh cool, a dragon. Why does it have such small wings?"

I'm not quite sure what happened, or how it happened, but apparently, I became the dragon. My body felt very heavy, and my arms (or wings) felt painful. I looked down and saw all the people in the blue motorcycles running away from me.

I didn't know exactly how to fly, so I started plummeting towards the people down below. I tried to tell them that it's me and I won't hurt them, but nothing came out of my mouth, except a misty and warm fog (and yes I really felt the warmth!)

Not sure what happened afterwards. I don't remember ever hitting the ground.

I am sitting on a very high dirt mound. I'm looking at a deserted town below me. The place looks arid and dead.

Out of nowhere, someone pushes me down. I put my arms out in front of me to break my fall, but they suddenly turn into roots. Yes, roots. They look like dry roots of a plant. They start from my fingertips, quickly creeping up and turning my arms into roots.

I think, "How..? This is a dream! AWW YES!!". I become lucid. At the same moment, I start rolling down the dirt mound. I imagine myself stopping, but nothing happens. I am still rolling. A few seconds after, I notice that I have completely gone off the dirt mound, but I am still rolling on the ground. I try to fly away, morph, change the dream scene, but nothing works. I remember thinking to myself how crappy my dream control is.

I'm still rolling on the ground, feeling sick. I try to turn to my left, success! At least I can control the direction I'm rolling towards.

It isn't long before I start to lose lucidity, what with all the rolling and crappy control.

And that's it. That was the day I became a tumbleweed.

I am riding a bike down the road. It is starting to get dark, and I remember feeling very cold. I'm also starting to get tired from pedalling, so I slow down and eventually stop the bike. I get down, and drag it to the side of the road, where I gently lay it on the ground (there was no bike stand). I sit down on the ground beside it.

I notice that on the other side of the road is a riverbank, and I can hear the faint sound of running water. For a moment, I think about going over there and maybe try some waterbending, but I feel too lazy to get up. I look down and notice that my right shoe is untied, so I reach over to fix it. When I look back up, the riverbank is gone. Instead, I now see a massive church structure. It has a magnificent black facade, with dozens of colorful stained-glass windows. I also notice that it is now completely dark outside, the only illumination being the light coming from the church's windows.

I get up. Weird, I think. My bike's gone as well. I shrug it off and start walking towards the church.

The massive doors are closed, albeit unlocked. They are also quite grimy, mostly from being so old. I easily push them open and step inside.

Woah, this place is huge!, I notice. The inside of the church looks very old and unkempt. There is an altar at the far end of the hall, and where the pews should be, there's just a massive space. There are also a lot of green and orange leaves on the floor.

Out of nowhere, I start to smell apples. At first the scent is really faint like the leftover odor of dilute perfume, but a few seconds later, it starts to smell really strong, and my nose starts to itch.

I look down at my hands and notice that they're very dirty -- probably from pushing the doors which were covered in age-old dust. I clap my hands twice to get the dust off of them. *clapclap*

THOK! I hear something drop on the floor in front of me. I bend down too see it clearer. It's an apple!

I look up to the ceiling and see that it is fully covered with branches and leaves, and there are many apples hanging from them. I instantly get the urge to grab some, but they are far too high, there's no way I can reach them. Unless...

I clap my hands twice again. *clapclap*

THOK! An apple drops and hits me on the head, before falling on the ground. Oww, WTF!, I curse. It hurts a lot. I pick up the apple, and I think about taking it home with me. Eughh this one has a huge dent, probably from the impact when it fell.

Okay, you can do this, I mumble to myself. I look up and focus on one perfectly plump and red apple directly above me.

*clapclap*. Immediately, the apple falls. But this time I'm ready, I take a step back and put both my hands in front of me. PLOP. Perfect catch. I put it gently on the floor, while I try to catch more apples.

I walk around, looking up, trying to decide which apples look best so I can bring them home.

Ahhh that one's nice! *clapclap*.
PLOP. Another perfect catch. Pffft, so easy.

I do this a few more times, inspecting each apple for dents or other imperfections, and throwing out any apples that don't meet my standards.

*clapclap*. PLOP.
*clapclap*. PLOP.
*clapclap*. PLOP.

Soon enough, I have a bunch of perfectly plump and red apples stacked up on the floor. I look at them in delight and eagerness.

Okay, just a few more and I'll be on my way.

*clapclap*... Huh?
*clapclap*...

Wait, why isn't it falling?
*clapclap*... Still not falling...
*CLAP-fvcking-CLAP*!!!
Still nothing...

At this point I'm quite furious. I start clapping like crazy.

*clapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclap
clapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclapclap*

I don't know how exactly, but at some point in my clapping madness, the dream shifts. I'm still clapping though, apparently for some Asian boy band on a stage. But I can't quite remember what happens after this.