Walking through an ally with a couple other people. A man with long black hair dress with a long black coat and chains appears in front of us a few few yards away. Suddenly he attacks. The person beside me gets hit and a second later I too get get hit. I fall to the ground. sand covers my face. I manage to roll out to the side. I see the chain with some sort of blade is stuck in my shoulder. I pull it out. A moment later the man walks up to one of the people I was with, who is uninjured. The man turns, looks at me and say "you may not yet take this path".
I get my gun out from the ships guns locker. As I fiddle around with it, it dissembles itself and falls to the floor. I try to put it back together, but the more I try, the more it falls apart. I become lucid and I remember another of the many thing I have to try and do while being lucid. Contacting another dreamer/sharing a dream. I call out to a person of whom I have in the past already chosen as the recipient (due to his experience and openness). I call out a second time, but this time as loud,strict and determined as I can. It could of been a number of reasons why my dream was now hazy. Maybe because of the amount of energy I put in my voice. Or because the dream was becoming unstable. I hear some sort of loud response, as if an annoyed person shouted "What?!" to me. A moment later a kind of silhouette appeared in front of me. If it was in fact the person I had been trying to contact, or a manifestation of my mind, I don't know. I proceeded to ask questions like "who are you", "what are you" and for some reason "what is going to happen". He answered the last question with calm words. Unfortunately, I don't remember what these words were. Even though I specifically told myself to remember. As he answered me I felt a cold breeze , his face revealed itself in a flash and I wake up
On my way out side I remembered another thing I could do, look at myself in the mirror. I went over to the mirror and saw some kind of a demon/zombie, It had my face but with camo on it. I didn't stare at it too long because it was, to be honest, scary looking.. Eventually I got to the door heading out. Reached up and started to fly (I find it very easy to fly in dreams). What I should have done , was to see where the moon actually was. I was to impatient though and because of that I spent a while looking for it in mid air. After a while, I saw it. Big, white and looking exactly like it normally does. I started flying towards it, making myself going faster and faster. I could actually feel the cold wind on my body. I was getting closer and closer but somehow the moon was getting smaller and smaller. Suddenly it was right in front of my, BUT the size of a pea!..It looked like a little light bulb. Being unable to slow down I flew right past it and found myself floating in darkness with no idea where to go. Everything was shaking and it felt like I was moving through water. I was trying to stabilize it all, but forgot how to. I closed my eyes to think and I woke up.
I forgot to do any of the normal reality checks like looking at my hand ect, I started to spin around to make the dream stable ( I've read so many posts saying thats a good thing to do). To check If it was a dream, I headed out on to the deck to see if there was anything unusual there. When I got out, everything around me was completly normal (same location, time of day and so on). Also there were no alarms different lighting or shattering glass (usual dream signs). Desperate to see if all this was actully real I concidered jumping overboard, but didn't since I was so unsure if I was dreaming or not. Instead I figured I could try to fly. I reached up and jumped as high as I could while being absolutely determined to fly. Surely enough..I was flying! Being thrilled about being lucid, I started to see how high I could go, but was quickly stopped by this rope kind of thing arround my waist. Though it seemed like it was coming out of my stomach (wierd) and was attached to the boat beneath me.. This rope started to tug on me and it made me loose my "balance" in the air, making me fall back down. As I hit the deck, I woke up.