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Alright, this one was crazy...well crazier than normal. I stole this bus at night. I was just me driving it, and I was just plowing through intersections like I didn't care. I came up on this little fast food store and it was a Chic-Fila. Only the building was so small, i laughed and thought to myself, where the hell do they cook the chicken, it looks like a toll both. Anyway, long story short, i got caught and this little short woman with red hair busted me and was really talking trash. I thought it was funny to a point, until i got put into a cell. I was trapped and yelling at the woman that she better get back here and let me out, because i didn't think it was funny and I was about to break down the wall. She laughed....then i broke down the wall. I shared this dream with a relative, and they told me that they had the exact same scenario of being taken hostage and put into a moving car not being able to escape. So, I mark this down as a shared dream scenario as the "Prisoner Dream". By the way, Mars went retrograde last night and will continue until the 25th. Heads up!

Part 1:

The earliest relevant part of this dream started with me in a Walmart parking lot; I've seen one particular van - a rusty 1980s conversion van - parked there which I assumed owned to an employee there in waking life. So, I went there and somehow got into this particular van and decided to paint the interior including the headliner. I was doing this with one or more people; then somehow the focus left me and I'm not sure it was me anymore working on the van, the van was moved over the parking lot and not parked in the same place it was left by whoever left it there.

Part 2:

The next segment showed two teenagers, one caucasian black haired female and a guy who had no facial hair, I think in the Walmart being talked at by Walter White from Breaking Bad (NOTE I have never watched Breaking Bad and had to look up the Wiki page to learn the character's name to post this, I only ever heard a clip from the show in a MLP: FIM parody video) and a woman who was with Walter; the teenagers were working for Walter and that woman. Next, I have to tell you I have a pendant which I'm wearing even as I type this:

https://derpiboo.ru/732561

The teenage girl was wearing it around her neck. Walter then took it off her and said "What the hell is this?" and she said "I don't know!" and wanted to get out of there, though I didn't think it was for what Walter was about to do; somehow he and the three other people were suddenly in a basement or other enclosed area like setting with the teenagers tied up. Walter and the woman then,

Spoiler for spoiled for squeamish folk,:

took a two-person saw like what would be used for a log and cut off part of the girl's butt in a heart shape - I don't think the teen yelled or cried or anything and there was no blood or bleeding and then I think Walter was about to show it to her. No evidence of pain from the teenager came to my mind upon seeing this.

...

Thoughts:

I painted my bedroom several weeks before I had this dream - two to three weeks. It means a fresh start and new things to think about, for me. Painting the van could be much similar to that if not the same thing, and vans go places...

I have to admit I had previously read about people using vans to make meth in, I also knew about the TV show "Breaking Bad" being about making meth. But I have never watched an episode, and although I heard Walter White's name before in that Pony video I didn't pay substantial conscious attention to it. Still, the subconscious works in many ways I don't really know. I did read a synopsis of Breaking Bad, and then learned Walter uses his R.V. in the show to make meth in... And then there's the painting I was doing on the interior of a van, meaning maybe I much want to avoid that route? Yes.

So, with all that in mind I think this dream may be meaning that I have been worrying about the future too much, like Walter; I do wear that pendant which I like, and the worry (Walter; remember his predicament in Breaking Bad) would be like "What the hell are you wearing?" because of what meaning I ascribe to the nice pendant, which doesn't mean to worry about financial concerns or the fact I'm gonna die some day. And if that girl was meant to represent me, I didn't feel a pain in the rear from what the two of them did!

Hey hey long time no see. I have been out of practice with my LDing for sometime but I got a very very low level one recently so figured I'd type some details.

The dream was cool, I was running through quite a maze from docks by an ocean. they went for twist and turns all over the place. must have gone for miles. At some point i was laying down on a dock and there was this orca anthropomorphic person laying there looking at me. Then I realized I was in a dream, and the orca person began trying to eat me alive, and I tried to help it accomplish that goal, but I couldn't fit. So we just started doing other stuff. I was lucid, but barely. Kept on the edge of losing it. Thats really about all I can remember.

I think, dont know for sure, that I had one other low level one before this and forgot to record it. Until I remember for sure though I'm not going to count the other one.

I am in a really large building, even though it had only two rooms. (the rooms were vary big.) I'm with with some school mates, and a teacher. One of the students, Tayah, is trying to leave the building, but the teacher says, "I have security cameras," and we all had to stay in the building.
Sometime later, it is in the same setting, yet I am there with my sister and Grandma. I am giving my grandma a tour. The back room has a tower that is filled with candle in it, and a water fountain thing in the back. There are also long tables for people to play board games on. The center of the front room is filled with machinery, and on the outside is empty. I remember sitting on one of the machinery pieces and telling my grandma that it is where I practice with my stand partner playing the violin. The scene changes to my house, where my bettas are sick. Them and their tank mates have basically frozen still. For some reason, the tower filled with candles can help them. I go into the tower, and get red birthday candles (the type that supposedly will save my bettas from dying.) I noticed that one of the candles says "poison" on it, so I decide to not use any of the candle. Sometime later, I am in the loft in my house, thinking about that dream. I remember thinking, "I hope it wasn't real."
In another dream, I was in a book store with my mom and another lady. I peered around a corner, and saw a whole bunch of Harry Potter books. (I LOVE HARRY POTTER) I was looking at a giant film making Harry Potter book when my mom came up, and pointed out another HP book. When I tried to show her the one I had, she ignored me for a while, and then started looking at the film making book. For some reason, there were lots of pictures or people at a dance at my school in it.

5/1/16:
Dream 1: I was at a large swimming pool with a bunch of other people. I was there to see a dentist, whose specialty was operating in the pool. My turn came and I swam over to the dentist. He made me float on my back and poked and prodded around in my mouth. He said I was fine and called the next person forward. The next guy was a large man with tons of hair wearing tiny speedos. The dentist started working on him as the dream faded.

Dream 2: I was at a council meeting in an old, carpeted, not well lit room. There were about 30-40 people in the room and there was food set out on a table and everyone was huddled in little groups. I guess I must have arrived just before the meeting started. The meeting did start soon and there was a lot of arguing going on, I can't remember what it was about but it was pretty intense.

Fragment about people protecting me from a Christmas tree.

Packing up after vacation
I'm in the kitchen (lots of white) of a vacation house, packing up to leave. The owner (a blonde woman in a red sweater) comes in an outside door, thanks us for being such good renters, and offers us a larger place next time if we want it; but she's got the next set of renters with her so we need to vacate quickly.

Now I'm in the garage loading the gray van. There are riding toys everywhere (scattered among other things), and I'm having trouble sorting through them to figure out which belong with the house and which are mine. I keep seeing toys that I think are ours out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn to look straight at them they're not what I thought they were. Now I'm in the gray van pulling the seats up into their normal positions. Now I'm watching my wife pull down the driveway with a fully-loaded gray van when I notice the tailgate isn't properly latched. I know she's going to wait in the street for the rest of us, so I'm not in too great a hurry, but I jog down behind her and, once she stops, fix the tailgate.


Party infiltration
I'm doing some kind of spy thing. I'm very well dressed, wandering through an upper-crust social event in a huge mansion. All the colors are very rich. At one point, I'm on a walkway above some kind of ballroom. At another point, I'm coming down a wide spiral staircase into a small sitting room. I see my wife, wearing an evening gown, sitting catty-corner to a guy, talking him up. She looks a bit tipsy, but he's much more so, and I can tell she's getting the information we were sent to retrieve.

Now John and I are dressed in street clothes, and we're getting onto some kind of train car. As the doors start to close, a guy jumps in. Out of his line of sight, but within mine, you pull a very large weapon from somewhere and hold it in readiness. After a moment, we both recognize the guy and we relax, you putting the weapon back in a duffel bag. He explains why he was rushing, and everything's OK.

Now I'm in a different car along with this guy and his family. I'm working with them to set up a whole bunch of Pack 'n Plays, but I'm having trouble keeping things straight. I'm having trouble keeping track of which kid is which age and size, and what their preferences are. Some of the Pack 'n Plays need a "strengthener rod" placed under the mattress layer, but there are different strengths depending on how firm the child would like it; and one child (who, based on size I think is the oldest, but it turns out he's 4) doesn't want a rod at all, but just wants 2 small pillows.


Fragment: Something about being in a doctor's office.

So it’s been a long time since I’ve typed up any of my dreams on here. And it’s 2016 now, which I guess means it’s resolution time as well. So in addition to striving for 100 lucids this year (which I managed to accomplish last year ), I’m also going to strive to type out every single one of my 100 lucids. And since I had two good ones last night, there’s no better time to start than right now.

I’m in an episode of the Office, where I’ve just been hired by Dunder-Mifflin. There’s a conflict over where my new desk should go, since it’s currently stashed away in the corner with the rest of the storage supplies. While everyone else is arguing, I walk over and search the storage area and find a neat flute/ocarina thing. It’s even kinda Legend of Zelda themed, with the sound holes on it shaped like the Triforce. However, instead of being rounded in shape, it’s more straight, like a very wide recorder or flute. I’m told it’s a beat-box ocarina, specifically made so you can beatbox while playing it. I try it out, and the song I make sounds pretty cool, but because of the weird shape of the mouth piece, I pretty much flood it with spit.

I wake up here, much before my actual WBTB alarm is set to go off. I go back to sleep, but I don’t recall any dreams before my alarm goes off. I get up for a bit, and then try to go back to sleep, which, much to my dismay, takes quite some time.

Fortunately, the WBTB works and I transition straight into a dream. I’m standing in the backyard of my old childhood house. I stabilize, and am suddenly amazed at how vivid everything is. I try to think of what to do, and for some reason I decide to just try to fly up as quickly as I can. I squat down a bit, and then launch myself up at a pretty impressive speed… straight into a cloud. I can’t see anything above or below me, it’s just a huge fog, so the dream quickly destabilizes.

I’m not sure if I really woke up or just had a FA, but I transitioned into a new non-lucid dream. I’m now in this weird game about alien abduction. I have to keep these cats in the bottom of this Egyptian pyramid from being abducted by these small UFOs that were coming to take them (if you’ve ever played the UFO mission in Majora’s Mask, it’s kinda like that). It’s difficult, but on my third try I manage to pull it off. I then spend some time playing with the remaining cats in this strange little area in the basement.

I wake up again, write down this dream, and then transition back into another dream. I’m now in my old childhood bedroom, which is now set up like my current dorm room. My two roommates and I are all in bed, and one of my roommate’s friends is lying in a sleeping bag on the floor. The roommate and the friend have some kind of argument and the friend storms out. I realize this is weird, but I’m still only kind of half-lucid. I go to get out of bed, only to feel some weird crawling on my arms and back. I turn the light on to find these creepy bugs all over my bed. They’re each about the size of a penny, and they’re shaped kinda like stinkbugs, but with all different colors. I try swatting them off of me, but they keep flying back on me, trying to burrow into my pants. I run over to the computer and do a quick search to find out how to get rid of them. I’m too preoccupied to type, so I just voice search it.

“Hey Siri, search for ‘small, colored bugs that swarm your bed and itch like crazy!’”
Soon after I get a response. “The African Dung Beetle. Prefers dark places, like your buttcrack.”

I soon remember that this is just a dream, so I quickly stabilize, which makes the bugs disappear, or at least not itch anymore. I try to think of a better thing to do than flying like last time, so I decide on some TOTMs. I start with the easiest - find a book and read its title. I walk over to the bookshelf, where all my toys were stored as a kid. I finally find a book and pull it out. It’s a fairly big book, about 300 pages, and on the cover in purple text is the title:

Ensuring Your Wedding Cake is Adequately Sized and Appropriately Proportioned for Maximum Portability
(Because He's Going to be Taking It Home With Him)

I find this incredibly hilarious, so I lose control of the dream, and it transitions to a new scene. I’m now on this weird island, heading to go crash some kind of wedding. I remember that I’m dreaming, so I try to think of the next task to complete. I decide to summon Sensei, both to fulfill the TOTM and to get some help with dream control. I tell myself he’s somewhere at this wedding reception. My vision zeroes in on this one tall, stocky blonde guy (which I know for a fact isn’t what Sensei looks like IRL, but whatever), so I walk over to him.

“Hey Sensei.”
He laughs. “No one’s called me that out loud in a long time.”
“So I still need help with firebending. I just can’t get it down consistently.”
“Well, show me how you’ve done it.”

I do my normal motion, which is kind of a forward thrust of my wrist, like Spiderman launching a web. Much like usual, nothing happens, even after two or three tries. “Ah, I think I see your problem. It's not so much a thrusting motion as it is a throwing one… Have you ever tried throwing playing cards?”

He hands me a deck of cards, and sets up a few bottles on a table near us. He then shouts “Go!”, and starts throwing the cards like ninja stars at the bottles. Not to be left behind, I start throwing them as well. After a few throws, I get the hang of it and quickly pick up speed. I exhaust the deck and slam the empty box on the table. Sensei smiles and tosses his last few cards at me. “Now try it.”

I back up a few steps and try the card-throwing motion, and manage to successfully create a large fireball. “Better,” he says. He then snaps his fingers, and the cards that are scattered all over the table and the floor start floating and go back into their boxes, kinda like the dishes in that one scene of The Sorcerer's Apprentice.

“Man, how do you get that good at dream control?”
“Lots of practice.”

I reach over and take a slice of cake from the table next to me, and I'm about to stick it in my mouth, but I wake up.

My first dream

I was in University. I had classes with a friend who i really liked, which was a DC. At the end of the classes i find out that they separate me from that class since i was not being so efficient in my studies. We crossed some train rails where 5 trains went through and which transported people from one city to another. I felt very bad to be separated from her, so at the next day i studied a lot and became super efficient. Surprisingly at the beginning of the class they accepted me. I had to cross the rails again, so i could take the trains of the other side. It was very risky but had to be done. I went inside the classroom and there was a philosophy professor. He was boring and a bad teacher because he got mad. I sitted behind this girl, who at her side was with another one. There were some things written on the blackboard, which made no sense, actually it was like some lines and scribble. Behind me there was a friend called Augusto. After the lessons the teacher gives a bag of chocolate alfajores. But i wasnt given one. I claim one to a girl called Feli, who was at my left and she didn't want to give me one. I calmed when another friend called Oti gave me half of his. Then the assignment of the professor was to be generous and share that alfajor with another. After the assignment those pieces of cake turned into granulated pieces so it was easier to give a certain quantity of it. People start gaving it and there were some who were stingy, who didn't want to share. I didn't know to whom to give since i didn't consider none of them kind, and i was going to be left without any of it and my task would be over. Oti had left and the girl i liked dissapeared. So i holded. At the end there were like 3 groups who had a monopoly of these pieces. All people giving their "valuable item" to them, and they wouldn't give anything, they would hold everything for themselves to get even bigger and be the first. They could resist to hold it without giving some away which seemed like hard (like hardness to live such as in movies like In Time). The group i saw was composed of Mati, Joako i think, Ignacio and others. I still had a lot left since i wouldn't give it to them, it would be irrational to make rich another and me be poor. And giving it away would appear as a good heart but in reality it would have been not since after that they would want it back. So i stayed there and did nothing, didn't sympathized with these people so i wouldn't give anything to them. Different would be if they would have nothing, probably i could have been generous then.

My second Dream

I was in a building and went upstairs. We were at a very high floor and we had to go down. But the stairs to go down were hard. They were woodden stairs of 5 steps, and each floor had like a trapdoor. One had to know how to go or you would get lost. And getting lost there you could waste a lot of time since it had a lot of floors and many rooms. It was night and we were like 3 to 5 up there. We decided to go down, but suddenly a new member shows up. I decided to help him but the others werent waiting for me. So i had to remember where they went and also tell this new mate, Fran, to come with me.

My third dream

I was fighting my father with martial arts. I just kicked him in the legs and he fell to the floor.

I was with an english teacher of school, called Analia.
I was with a aunt called Analia.

My fourth dream

It was morning already, after a festive day. The streets were empty and the sky was grey but not cloudy. I was in street Bv Roca. I entered a passageway where there are houses. The gates were unlocked. An old lady came in with me. She had her face as one that drinks alcohol would look like, or have the skin like. I walk through the passageway and another lady comes from the end of the hall. There was a house there. She was dressed as an old nurse.



Something like this but in the head she had a bigger thing, like a nun but in white. She looked like Dona Florinda of the Chavo del 8. She spoke some words with the old lady but she didn't even look at me. At the same time i'd been having like a feeling of being lonely because of a loss, probably because the sister of my grandmother who lived there, who passed away like 10 years ago. I probably had to clean that place and live there on my own.

I'm not sure about the chronological order of this dream.

It's a post-apocalyptic setting again, but this time the apocalypse happened very recently; we still don't know how bad it is, and what exactly has changed. I'm walking through a facility set in a warehouse with a man in a lab coat; there's a lot of people running around with files and tablets, making impromptu meeting and talking. It's badly lit, and I feel like I'm underground, even thought I can see a boat on the otherside of the warehouse, ad the light boncing of the waves painting pattern on the ceiling. I overhear a man talking about going to live at sea, on oil-extracting platform. I point out to the man walking with me that thoses platform are limited in space and food, so that's not a viable move. He leads me to a computer and we can see the number of people killed, separated in profession in a kind of spreadsheet. He points the physicians to me, telling that one in forty got killed. The number of killed physicians is two hundreds, and the cell color is orange.
I'm outside now, with a middle aged woman, in an alley between two buildings. It's a very sunny day, the shadows on the orange walls are razor sharp, an the metallic mesh closing one end of the alley is glittering. There's also a grey plastic table against the wall to my left, with a box on it. A man with sunglasses pick something up in the box and put it in his mouth. I sprint to him and kiss him, stealing the thing in the process. It's slightly sweet and chewy, like gum. Now that I'm close I recognize David, and he take another gum; it's small, white and tubular shaped, like a rubber from the end of a mechanical pencil.
We're back inside the warehouse, with the man and David, and we learn that we have to ask for help to some people. I know that they aren't normal human, and I pick a photograph of one of them, telling the crowd that I know him, that I call him Raphael. One of the people ask him how much I know him, and I answer that he likes me in white. We decide that me and David will go looking for him.
We're on a road, in a middle of a forest; I check a map, it seem that we are in Europe, somewhere between Germany and Russia. The sun is high in the sky, but the air is pretty chilly. David got a jeans, hicking boots and a warm coat, but I'm in a white, flowy dress. It cover my arms and go down to the floor, but it's made of a light material, in lots of layers. We've been walking for a long time and I complain that we're running out of road. We finally reach a big building, well integrated into the forest, with big glass walls and dark woods. The door has a steel inlay, and I walk in with David. Inside the floor is carpeted, the wall painted white and with the same dark wood panneling. It has the slightly cushy warm of central heat. I go to the admission desk, letting David sit in one of the armchair overlooking the road. The receptionnist is a small, blond-haired woman with a tight ponytail that brush her neck. She listens to me and talks into her headset before gesturing me to go to the armchair. I give her a smile and turn around, but before I can move Raphael enter the room.
He's a towering, willowy man, crowned with golden curls. He's wearing a long-sleeved light blue t-shirt over a jean and his fingers are stained with paint. He notices me and pulls me off the floor into a bearhug, and I get a good look of his freckled, charming face and light green eyes.
Later, I'm walking into the nearby city with David, the warm of the sun nicely contrasting with the chillness of the air. We're on a very pretty, pedestrian street made of sandstone. David makes me laugh, and I can see from the corner of my eye Raphael, walking with a small group of friends ahead of us turning around and looking for me. David whispers to me that Raphael agree to help because he's infatued with me. I laugh at the idea, but Raphael big smile when he hears my laugh seem telling.


Yeah, Eli does find that there's an awful lot of people loving me recently

D1 - There is a person once sitting in a chair, now battered and taped, black leather. He was the big bad monkey, able to do all sorts of bad stuff. My choice is do I take his place, I decide not to and become new good monkey, do gooder.

D2 - I am on toweringly high platform in a kind of horseshoe shape, way above cloud level. Looks a bit like hull of a ship, I guess.
I have reached the next level of a game but need another peice, red, before I can enter the next stage.

Serious insomnia again.

In a class feeling closed off like in highschool. My friend Molly (brunette and to my right) tells me I’m dreaming and I need to trust her. I don’t believe her. I can’t be dreaming. She keeps insisting. I tell her I can’t be dreaming because I’m…here…doing something…I can’t really remember. But I’m not dreaming. Then I wake up and realize I was dreaming. -_-

My friend has a pet tiger/lion. It sleeps in her bed and everything. She saved it from being injured in the wild. I want to get a picture of myself with it because we’re living together. I’m kinda scared of it. I have a little dog that is jealous.

D and I are moving to another town 20 minutes away. I have to tell my family I’m not coming back. It feel like a big deal. I’m trying to get rid of some of my food. I have a costco bag of romaine that nobody wants. I open up a jar of herbs and flies and gnats come out at me. Gross. I set the jar aside to return to the store for my money back.

Ohio family playing bocce ball on apartment roofs. Jeremy’s new gf is prettier than his last ones but she still looks like a druggie. She is protective of her neighbor’s clunker car that they’re borrowing.

Mom is looking for a new house bc she’s pregnant. We look at one and it’s a standard 4 bedroom. We look at another and it’s an 8 bedroom. I want it. It’s a little outdated but it’s big, probably expensive. There’s a sink and countertop in the living room. And a cool room for my stepdad to sleep in when mom is up with the baby. In that area there are three rooms within one room. I plan to use the other rooms as my office and gym, but I'm not sure how my sister and I will share.

Graduated but still in nursing school. I have to take care of a guy on enhanced isolation. He’s a little annoyed but I plead with him and tell him I’m learning so much. A lot of people crowd into my room, even Mo. I tell him I tested his lat strength earlier by myself on a lat machine. Mo tells me they have to do that at home. I knew but forgot. People start talking story with each other and I can’t remember what I was supposed to do with him. I'm looking through a notebook full of dates and then remember I had a list in my pocket. I pull it out and it's incomplete anyways. Someone shouts “quiet!” and we get scolded for not doing our job and wasting our patient’s time. A baby says something moving about just wanting to love her mom so much it will make her cry (I think her mom is Jen P.) and it makes everyone “aw” and some people cry. Everyone leaves.

I woke up from a dream and noticed I had a steak knife in my hand. I figured that's what incubated my previous dream about an infomercial for a steak knife sharpener. I remembered my intention to do an RC when I wake up. I did a nose plug and could breathe. I looked around and saw that my room was in a different layout. I got up and jumped into a void. From the blackness, I tried to imagine the ocean in order to create one. Instead, I ended up in another room. I tried again and got the same result. I called for a book and reached out to the side to be handed one. It was a somewhat hefty hardback book which had the title "If you're trying to figure out the science of what you're trying to do, slow down. I noticed I had lost my balance and was spinning all over the place. Undeterred, I tried to read the book but it was all too blurry and confusing. I woke up.

Middle of Nowhere Waiting for a Bus
I'm in a small town at night, by a small road that winds past a residential area with little houses. I wait for a bus to get me back to the city, I see a bus come up. A person runs to it, a red-haired friend of mine. He doesn't recognize me though, and as I look at him his features become unfamiliar and strange.

In the bus, there are other people. The scene has changed, it is now daytime, morning, and a grey sky stretches over the field we pass to my right, a deep forest to the left. I look suspiciously at the people around me. I see a young guy with a buzzcut a little ahead of me. He's a troublemaker, been in a juvenile facility for a while I hear. There is some confusion, was he put in there as an innocent kid and the place has now turned him into a thug?

Playing Cards
I'm in an old apartment of a female friend of mine, she lived in a place similar to the one I was waiting for the bus in. The sky is grey, I can see the ambient grey light coming from the windows on my left. She has a bunch of Magic:The Gathering cards that she takes pictures of and puts on Imgur. She gets a lot of likes and makes it to the front page. I find it weird that she now collects these cards, but I rationalize it by thinking she likes the artwork. She shows a card she really likes, a black card called "Tombic Totem" (a nod to Hearthstone I believe) and says she actually understands the English name of it. I look at the card and it has a little picture of a pedestal with a skull and a candle where the text should be. It has a game mechanic called "candle" where if the candle goes out it silences (another Hearthstone mechanic) all other cards and relights. Whenever the candle is "blown out" it silences a card.

I'm out back in the backyard of a house at night. There is a fence around the grass,there is a small tent by the house. A bunch of rowdy working class people smoke cigarettes and drink tall cans of beer. I sit by a table under the roof of the tent. A friend of mine is playing Magic. I join and play. We get into a tie and have to draw instant cards and the one with the highest cost wins. We draw twice before the third breaks the tie in his favor. To my left I see an old friend who has come back from Germany. He as a lot of shiny foil special lands on the table. They look really nice, I point out one that looks like it has a hologram picture on it. I ask about it, I think I see C'thulhu on it? The cards are so precious I don't even want to touch them, my friend turns it around for me to look at it upright. The sunken city of R'lyeh?

An elderly woman is forcing me and some other people to stand on a lake known to be dangerous. She appeared to despise anyone who attempted to ask her for help. She seem to be able to signal the dangerous monster beneath the lake with hand gestures. However instead of the monster below attacking us it quickly drag her from the wooden chair she was sitting in to the bottom of the lake. My mother who is also here, ask me if I wanted anything from her. I said no as it would be no use. We could all hear her screams from the ocean depths. I didn't get to see what the creature look like nor did I understood why everything can float without sinking in this lake. The dream transition to a different scene. I find myself in father room. As I get up and walk in to the livng room, I realize I am dreaming. I see the living room bathroom door is open with no one inside. My eyes look up upstairs to see the light on and the sound of someone closing a door. I went in to father room again and continue to think about Lding.

I woke up to my first alarm at 5am and was really tired after sleeping late so fell back asleep between my alarms, knowing that I had to get up soon. I think because I knew this I fell in a really light sleep which on the one hand, perhaps, made it far more likely for me to be able to do a RC, but on the other hand resulted in me not taking my RC seriously (as my brain thought I was actually awake since such a short time before I had awoken and part of me was listening out for the next alarm). Anyway this is what happened:

I wake up in the dream and it is early morning, light but still a bit dark (corresponding with real time). I go to the bathroom to get ready - I flick the light switch and enter the room...the room is still dark. I go back and flick the light switch again and re-enter...still dark. I do it again. Still dark. I do this like 5-6x. Then D comes into the room and I say "i'm having trouble getting the light on" we look at each other and then have the same thought I should be checking my hands I bring my hands up to my face and the same time he grabs them and brings them up to my face for me. I examine my fingers but they look normal (usually I see more fingers straight away) I count them anyway but I come up with a funny number 6 or something. I concentrate and count again and keep coming up with numbers like 7 or 9 on one hand. I am really confused trying to figure how how my hand looks normal but when I count them I keep coming up with more. It's like my eyes are playing tricks on me. I either give up and keep getting ready or I actually wake up then realising it's now 5:20 am (and I know/can sense what the time is before even looking at the clock)