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Warning: graphic violence and sexual themes. Incredibly awful nightmare ahead.

Night falling, there is a strange broadcast on the radio. The muffled voice of the news anchor delivers the story that a group of men are going house to house and murdering families. I was shocked to hear this and there was a certain aura of doom about those words. In that moment I hear a commotion from down the road and a desperate, blood-curdling scream from a woman. The glow of a fire I can see in the reflection of the windows of the house across the street. I do not hesitate, but I grab my family and we trek through the woods behind the house, hiding in the pitch black of the forest in the middle of the night.

There we sat, fearfully. More screams were in the distance and I heard the sound of bombs detonating, guns firing, and screams pouring out into the night air. I listen in shock as my house is destroyed and I can see the glow of the fire rising over the treetops and brushing the underbelly of the clouds. They had caught onto us and began moving through the woods in a hot pursuit. I caught a glimpse of them, men in jackets and hoodies, wearing black gas masks. I run and run but my feet fail me. For some reason I am running in place, unable to move forward. I am tackled and dragged out into the street where two more masked men join me. One holds a staple gun and the other a serrated knife. I scream as I am pounded by a thick silver blade and shot in the leg with multiple metal staples.

Somehow I am laying alone in the street. The bombers are still ransacking the town, running about the roads. I got up and began running, somehow my wounds no longer afflicting me. I kept running until I reached my grandmother's house, a few miles away. It had also been completely obliterated. Rubble was everywhere and the remains smoked heaping black clouds into the air. Rounds are fired into the air all around me.

I then see the world behind the hard glass eyes of a gas mask. There is a medical needle in my hand filled with a strange black fluid. I stand with a group of other men, all wearing gas masks. I noticed that I was also wearing a black hoodie and dark sweat pants. They break the door of the house down and we began to move inside. There was a man inside with a shot gun, firing a round square into the chest of another madman. He dropped dead. I watch as another masked one punches the shotgun out of the man's hand and forces him into a bending-over position. With a hatchet he immediately beheads the man.

We moved throughout the house in search of more inhabitants. It took some time, but we stumbled upon a hatch in the wooden floor and pried it open, finding a woman and two children inside. As we dropped into the basement, they grabbed a hold of them all and began to strip them down until they were completely nude. They screamed, struggled, wailed. The children are molested and then I am invited over to them. One man shoves the little girl towards me. I inject her along the side of the neck with the needle and she begins to cough up blood. She falls and I emit a demented laugh, unlike any laugh I have ever heard. It was sick and vile and hellish. As the girl drops dead, the boy is brought forward. I notice that he is very young and obviously has not gone through puberty yet. I inject him under the chin, in the soft of the throat. He falls over as well. The woman is then brought to me, and after she is raped, I lay my needle down into her breast and she dies.

I blink, and I am somewhere else. I am myself again. No mask. No anything, for that matter. I was completely naked and my hands and feet were tied behind me. I am surrounded by more men in masks who throw several naked women next to me. In that instant they pounce upon us, ripping off their own clothes and defiling us. I am desecrated and afterwards lie there, screaming and crying. We, the victims, curl into the corner of the room together. We are all naked and I am the only male, yet I am far more afraid than they are. We are all a giant pile of pale, cowering flesh rubbing up against each other. I hide my face in the hair of a lovely young girl who is covered in blood.

Suddenly, someone else enters the room... It is me. An exact copy of myself, only dressed in dark clothing and wearing a plastic face mask. My double was carrying a large machine gun and began mowing down the madmen. Once the final enemy had fallen, he approaches me and helps me up. The other girls are still clutching to me and are holding to me as we stand together. Clothes appear on our bodies and we move outside. There are police cars roaming down the road and I see fallen bodies in gas masks scattered everywhere. They are in every lawn and every block and all across the road. The police vehicles squish them under their tires.

I stand there, watching. My double in the plastic mask is vanishing into the distance. I watch as he pushes into the bushes, falling under cover of the forest.

9.13.15

Sleep before the night shift.

Didn't want to record it, but something tells me I should.

I'm at my family in K. Half or most of them are already dead and I kinda remember it, but push it aside and not get scared by it. I get a text from my mom. One family member, I think it's my godmother pokes her head in the door and tells me that my father had probably died and that's what the text is about. I look at the screen but can't read it. I need to get on the internet and download it through the client. My cousin tells me his internet is not working or something like that, but I somehow make it work and I'm finally able to read the text. Its something funny and not important, my mom just wanted to let me know something. I knew that was the case, but at the same time, I made peace with the bad news as well.

There is little I can remember about my dream, unfortunately, and it doesn't help that I decided to wait for a while before writing it down. That being said, I do remember Dakota in my dream, and my mother--she had just had another child. We talked to her for a short while before turning to another girl that I sorta-kinda (but not really) used to be friends with, and she had a child as well.

Later on I was taking a shower, but when I was finished and opened the curtain I realized that the door to the bathroom was wide open. A Japanese man named Nekomata was standing in the room across from the bathroom, staring. At first I didn't realize what his problem was, but then I remembered that I have boobs and quickly tried to cover them up with a towel.

I find myself beaten and battered on the crags of some blighted cliff. I am underground, as it seems. All around me there is fire and brimstone. I stood high above, atop rocky platforms. A river of lava passed below and fire blazed in the air. I am crawling on my knees; I distinctly remember the long cuts on my back, the rips in my skin from some kind of animal. I leap across crag and crag, evading spouts of fire. There are many winged creatures flying in the air. I remember their opposition to me, several tried to push me off. I struggled with them, broke their wings, and threw them into the fires below.

At the end of my path is a man, though he is not possibly human. He is unnaturally tall and skeletal. The eyes of the skull glow red and bats swarm from out of his rips. Once I reach him, he holds out a hand and I am lifted into the air. My body immediately begins to burn, I bleed from every orifice on my body. Eyes, nose, ears, mouth, even my anal regions. Blood consumes me. In that instant my blood hardens to my skin, as I remember it. I have new skin, which is scarlet and curious. I drop to the ground with extreme force, yet I remain unharmed. With this, I am suddenly filled with a strange urge to jump off the cliff which my feet are planted. I inevitably jump...

In that moment, my heart races. I feel as though I have died in my dream. But I look, I have not fallen. I am skipping through the air as though there is a glass floor there. I levitate, I am invincible. The winged creatures fly towards me once more and begin firing at me with darts of flame. I am unaffected, my body moves in an array of powerful contortions even a skilled acrobat could never muster. My arms slash the creatures in half and they dissipate as clouds of ash. The power of my body is undeniable. Finally I drop myself, I am falling into the lava below. As I crash, I am engulfed in red. I am not singed by fire, rather I am frozen in place. I find my body evaporating and beginning to disappear. In that instant, I am gone.

I am in dark tunnels trying to get out of what seems like a game. I get out and enter to an open space like a courtyard. There are two women there. One is the game master and the other her helper but it could be my dream guide. Before I do the next task there is a series of questions as to why I have not been myself IWL. I tell them that when I speak to them I speak in regular English that I was taught in school and can explain any of my emotions or the reality of the world. When I speak with friends in the countryside they use this thick accent and I cannot explain or express everything as I am chained to convention to what I speak about. She listens carefully and selects my next game. I wake up.

I had one of my most stable LD's yet. I was called into work and once I got there I realized it was a weekday. That somehow made me realize I’m dreaming. I did my reality checks to see (they all failed!) but I knew I was dreaming. Everything felt so real. I felt a wall and it felt so real. I even bit it! All that grounding really worked to keep me present in my dream. I tried doing handstands because I thought I could practice and I should be able to do it in my dream but I couldn’t! Kept falling over. There was a little girl playing with toys and some people. I walked over there and tried to remember things I wanted to do in LD’s. I remembered something but I couldn’t re-enter the dream. Despite sounding so short it felt quite long.

Finally did another TotY
Pretty short in general but whatever :p

Lucidity: 8/10
Control: 7/10 ?
Vivacity: 8/10

I'm in the backseat of a car, at night. As I look out the window, I remember the other lucid dreams I've had that began in a car at night.
Wait a second...
I check reality and rub my hands together; I remember the the TotY.I'm about to jump out the car when I notice that there is a "roof window" thing in the car. So, I climb on top of the car through it.

I feel a strong wind on my face. As I look around I realize that the road I'm on is really, really uninteresting. It goes straight with no turns until it reaches the horizon and there is nothing around it but grass. There are a few other cars than mine, though. I decide that the best thing to do is to jump from car to car, until I find something worthwhile. I focus on my legs and as I jump, I imagine some kind of energy shooting through them. The third (I think) car I jump to turns out to be a limousine. As I rub my hands together I decide that this is where I'll find the God of Wine. I straighten my arms towards the middle of the roof, the back of my hands against each other, and then I pull them apart. By telekinesis, the roof opens up in a split. Before I jump down In the car, I make sure to say something like "I knew I'd find you there, God of Wine." Sure enough, the god is sitting there on a backseat couch. He has some kind of golden ornaments around his head, kind of like a really big crown. He's also holding a small carafe of what I assume to be wine. Without saying anything, he pours the liquor in a glass and drinks it. So, I take a filled glass out of nowhere and drink it, too. I'm only tasting a very vague, sour hint of wine.As he refills his glass, I mentally suggest: You're feeling drowsy, you're about to pass out!
He drinks this glass and I just kind of force him to pass out... I just repeated the words "pass out" lots of time, the words felt like I was sending waves of "energy" at him or something.
I'm satisfied but unsure: do I have to drink one more glass to wine, since I only drank one and he drank two? Just in case, I chug my same glass again which refilled itself at some point. I remember that my next goal is to try and dilate time but first I want to change scenery. So, I dive out the car's window and try to fly. I focus on the impression of speed but I feel like I'm too close to the ground; I won't be able to fly back up, so instead I dive roll onto the ground. When I stand back up, I notice a dark spot out in the distance and as I look deeper, I realize that it's a forest. I start walking to it but I get woken up by my cat before I get there -_-

I was playing Skyrim, but somehow also in the game as well. I had just started in a new save file and I was exploring the area to the north of Whiterun. I saw some ghosts/spectral characters and decided to stay away form them. I then started getting attacked by some bandits.

I remember there being some sort of above-ground labyrinth in the area outside of whiterun. In the game it was called 'old whiterun' because it was, in the game, the collapsed walls and foundations of the original city destroyed by a dragon. I didn't remember that area being in the game, but it was explained with the dream logic of "It's DLC".

I noticed my character's movement seemed sluggish. I was wearing heavy armor and I took it off, but that didnt make me faster. I had to drop it in order to go faster. So I was now fighting in my underwear. All I had was one sword, having just started a new game. I looted a bandit for a bow and arrow.

I went into the main city. I needed more supplies and had lots of gold that I had stolen from the bandits. Some of the citizens commented that I was not wearing clothing. (As they will sometimes do in the game.) I made new, better armor that wouldn't slow me as much. I then started to leave the city, but I saw that the spectral characters were now waiting for me outside.

I noticed that they were female and had tentacle like hair that seemed to move. I knew these enemies were very high level and didn't want to face them yet since this was a new file and I wasn't powerful yet.

...

I woke up, either into waking life or a lucid dream. I can't remember.

...

False awakening. My dad was saying that there was someone banging on the door trying to break in. I grabbed the knife I keep in my nightstand (this exists IWL) and ran downstairs. The door was closed. I heard the criminal speak to me telepathically. He said that we had to come out sometime.

I then remember he busted the door open. A Cerberus dog came storming in as the shadowy criminal retreated outside. The dog had once had three heads, but it appeared as though one of the side heads had been chopped off. This head had been troublesome for the owner because it was too friendly. It was on display in a museum somewhere. All that remained was a cartoony cross-section with a single white bone in the middle.

The remaining two heads were on long serpentine necks that could stretch six or eight feet. I only knew this because, while still standing in the doorway, one of the heads shot forward and devoured my dad whole.

I became semi lucid upon noticing the dog had multiple heads. I had a sense of control over the dog, but only while it was in the house. I also knew that my dad wasn't really gone and that somehow, the current situation had no bearing on reality.

"Bad dog! No eating my dad!" (or something similar)

*wimpers*

"Go! Shoo! Out!"

The dog ran off. I closed the door. I noticed the light had gone out in the foyer of my house. I then saw a duplicate of me hanging by the neck from the chain where the chandelier had been.

"Get out of this cage, or the consequences will be fatal!"

I could sense the dc was there to do what the dog had failed at: scaring me. Though in my semi lucidity, I was easily swayed to take his advice without questioning. At first, I thought he was referencing the house and the dog situation. (The dog was outside, and I somehow knew it would attack me agian if I tried to go out.) But I instead interpreted it as the dream was the cage, and decided to wake myself up instead.

I note upon waking that the situation of being trapped by the ghosts in the city of whiterun and being trapped in my house by the dog are similar.

Morning of September 13, 2015. Sunday.



I am in a seemingly isolated area that feels somewhat elevated (such as some sort of “floating” featureless room), in semi-lucidity, enough to know that my conscious thoughts can make and shape my (unscripted in this case) dream. I think about a snowstorm for no particular reason and I watch a few snowflakes swirl through the air outside, in the darkness of seeming night, seemingly looking west (considering the vague focus and orientation of our real bedroom). I see no land features, just the snowflakes. After a few minutes, I see a blizzard though I do not feel cold at any point. I feel a deep sense of peace for a time, watching the snowflakes swirl around.

I eventually get a vague idea that I am looking into outer space rather than looking outside and into a snowstorm, and then I eventually realize that I “actually” am looking into a “real” outer space scene. Now, stars and planets are swirling around, crashing into each other with brilliant explosions. I am somewhat amused that a simple blizzard transforms into such an amazing chaotic event that seems to imply “the end of the universe”. I start thinking of the scene being reminiscent of “The Wizard of Oz”, where Dorothy is watching all the strange imagery through her window. I even do a vocal “doot-doo” version of the scene where Miss Gulch is riding her bicycle.

I soon get the idea that the little melody of Miss Gulch’s bicycle ride is not really that suitable for the end of the universe, so I try to vocalize “The Ride of the Valkyries” but keep shifting into the “National Geographic” theme. No matter what, I cannot grasp the melody from “The Ride of the Valkyries” without it switching to the other tune. I “realize” that the two pieces have much the same music but with slightly different timing and accented parts. The exact “The Ride of the Valkyries” melody keeps eluding me and I get more and more frustrated that I cannot remember it correctly. In the background, the “National Geographic” theme keeps distracting and even “teasing” me every time I get a little of the other tune correct.

From here, I see that the end of the universe has changed into a basketball game. This seems reasonable, as a sphere is still bouncing about the “cosmos”. I watch passively for several minutes.

“Could you move?” says a young friendly female voice from behind me. Indeed. I find that I had not been looking out a window (even though I was - my dream just typically changed as such), but sitting in front of a large television where a basketball game is being broadcast (and perhaps the other scenes were relevant to a cowboy show followed by a channel changing to an astronomy show followed by it being changed to this basketball game). It is a young version of my wife, seated on a couch and wearing a light pink robe, but in a scenario that implies it is years before we met. “I didn’t know girls watched basketball,” I say. I get up and suddenly stop when I see two people I do not know coming into the room. They are likely token parents of Zsuzsanna’s in this scene. So, obviously, I transform into an antique brass floor lamp. The “father” comes over and pinches my nose and my “bulb”, implied to be at about the same level as my head, lights up the room a bit better. Zsuzsanna has an extraordinarily mischievous grin growing on her face, as she seems to be eating popcorn.

Remembering that I am dreaming (rather than my lucidity being consistent throughout), I decide to try to come out of my brass floor lamp camouflage. This is difficult and I succeed only in wobbling my base while rocking side to side, making a curious clanging sound on the wooden floor. The other male looks around curiously, but then continues to chop some spring onion in the kitchen.

Well, I cannot move as a lamp, so I might as well wake up, which I do.

Morning of September 13, 2015. Sunday.



This is a long meandering dream of watching a fictional spin-off to the television series “Lost”, which is not the first time this has happened, and resultant dreams always have baffling inconsistent plots.

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My wife Zsuzsanna and family and I are apparently living in a new unique version of my Cubitis home. This time, the layout is similar to reality, but an additional design is implemented. The original layout is rotated one-hundred-eighty degrees and then superimposed on the original so that there is a hallway to the northwest as well as to the southeast. Of all my dreams set in Cubitis since 1968, this is the first time this particular distortion has been rendered as far as I know. The television is near the center of the room and we are facing mostly north while watching it, but holographic projections of the characters emerge at times and although they do not interact with us, they seem like a “real” presence now and then. (The albino ones vaguely remind me of the supposed alien energy beings on “Under the Dome”.)

This version of “Lost” has the original characters appear as children and focuses more on adventures they had while growing up, seemingly in a rural area. The main focus is on Hugo “Hurley” Reyes and the child version of him even has unusual sideburns. There also seem to be very unusual young albino versions of all the characters (who interact with the original characters) though who may be connected to some sort of experiment as they seem more like less-defined waves of energy at one point, or almost like suspended chalky vibrant water taking on human form. At one point, the characters are “real” and mostly to the right of my armchair in a small group facing my direction. They are talking to an adult who was not in the original show; a young black female detective.

There are two scenes in which an adult John Locke (Terry O'Quinn) is killed. It surprises me that they killed off a main character (so thus my actual memory of the series is truly lacking in my dream). One scene involves him lying on his back over a bed of nails submerged in the middle of a fast-flowing river. Another scene involves him falling through the floor of some sort of unusual room and also dying, due to enemies on the island finding him and pulling a special lever in the cave-like room.

There are a lot of random distractions in the various scenes and no cohesive plot of any kind for the most part. John Locke, I reason, must be being continuously cloned (or otherwise somehow “copied”) for him to die more than once.

Finally, the episode is drawing to a close (and it really did seem like an entire hour and perhaps even longer) and Zsuzsanna and I are ready to go to bed. Oddly, however, I “remember” or come to “realize” that Terry O'Quin is staying with us. I have this clear idea in my mind on asking him about what I had just seen (as I do not seem to recall all of it, at least precisely). I especially want to know about some other trends to be appearing on the show. I see him approaching our living room from the south hallway.

I speak clearly to him, “How many times did you die in this episode. Two? Or three?” He says in a friendly respectful manner that he had died twice in the episode that Zsuzsanna and I had just watched. I start to ask him about other details of the series. At this point he raises his left index finger vertically up to his lips as if to “shush” me, but also grins in a very friendly manner. He apparently does not want to reveal any upcoming surprises concerning the show. I also realize that he just wants to get some sleep. He then does an exaggerated tiptoe walk to the (fictional) north hallway and I see for the first time that he is wearing a woman’s silky teal-colored nightgown that comes to just above his knees. I see this as a little unusual, but I start to wake after this.

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Yet again, my dream reflects precognitive and shared associations (remember that I do not always include this in online versions as it happens continuously and it would take up too much time for me to indicate each and every event from day to day), in the loose and impersonal manner they usually do. In this case, just as I was writing this, Zsuzsanna tells me of a show with kids and one old man in a dress who resembled Terry O'Quin and even did the exact same mannerism with the “shushing” gesture.

Demons had the practice of dropping off their babies to be raised among angels in heaven. They would be safe there. No one would attack a baby demon to not upset the balance of power plus it was unethical to attach babies even if demons.

(Influenced by watching Charmed TV show)

I had emailed my friend who I have a good heart connection with to accompany me on an important journey. I was with my girlfriend who was really sweet but did not have the same heart connection that I needed for this journey. She was my girlfriend and I appreciated her more than anyone else but I needed to meet this other lady if my journey was to be a success. We were in the airport around a lot of other people and we were changing flights. I remember all the different security checks and how supportive my girlfriend was. She was a beautiful Japanese girl a used to go out with years ago. I could see my boarding pass very clearly and at one stage I dropped a lot of different things into the rubbish to clear my pockets. She realised that I might have dropped my boarding pass too in the rubbish and helped me retrieve it. She held my hand and looked after me. As we came down the elevator I knew I would have to meet this other lady to fulfil my important journey. There was also a sense that there was a sexual nature to meeting the person with the so called heart connection there was a neediness and a yearning that is hard to identify. I did not know if she would be there or not and she was not. I looked up and down the terminal and she was nowhere to be seen. I even checked online to see if I could contact her. I could see the computer and the websites very clearly. I was logging in on a friends account who use to protect me in the past from falling into desire influenced situations. I was left alone and a bit empty wondering what all this is about.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream - Dinosaur Hunt
I remember running REALLY fast, I think I had a companion (whom might have been some sort of monster, if you've seen 'Ushio to Tora (TV)' then it was almost like that). It was night time, and as I was running I met a large horned wolf running along a road. The context of the dream was somewhat important to our interaction... I think we were hunting, there were other creatures that you had to make sure didn't catch you though. The wolf's name was 'Elbite' I think, he didn't want to team up with anyone which was the usual thing to do I think. Anyways, we part ways and me and my companion dart off down through some bushes off-road.

A little while later we chance upon the wolf again, it's day time now I think. We're hunting again and this time the wolf is way bigger. The wolf is running away from something this time and I decide to find out what's chasing him. We dart off to the right into a splay of tall evergreen pine trees. The ground was brown with pine needles and the trunks of the trees were pretty thick (maybe 2-3 people needed to wrap around its girth). The monster chasing Elbite was a giant red T-rex that had a claw which it could propel forward to catch its prey. Things in this world were a little more advanced in evolution apparently. Elbite was playing hooky, dodging around all the trees as the T-rex gave chase, occasionally shooting its claw which would slam into the trees. I watched and stayed out of the way as Elbite seemed to barely evade the attacks, but it dawned on me what he was really doing when I saw the state of the T-rex's claw... It was battered and bruised, bloody and bent. Around this time the T-rex noticed me and I decided to hide behind a tree. Things were pretty fuzzy as well. The T-rex was more of a woman now, glowing white, I was still caught up in the previous run and hide scenario so I didn't notice the change (wish I had, wanted to get lucid ). She approached the tree and I knew she was coming. She came around the tree and glanced down at me.. Her skin was fair, her hair snow white. A bright glow seemed to emanate from her and the gaze of her blue eyes was gentle. I was confused because she was human-size. I had thought for sure she was huge.. My befuddled mind found it was an irregularity which caused her to begin growing. I'm absolutely sure that if I had stayed in the dream longer then I would have noticed that I had been dreaming. But as it happened I pretty much just woke up as it was all changing...

Elbite was pretty cool, if that really was his name. A better description: he was a large black wolf with two horns protruding from his head. He had red eyes and seemed really smart.
The woman too was pretty interesting, I don't often have such profound dream characters which stick in my mind the way they did.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I have been crossing a desert with few lucid dreams these past couple of years, mostly due to my mind's attention having been taken over by "reality" and its demands. But lucid dreams do happen once in a while. I had one a couple of nights ago, I suddenly got aware I was dreaming and didn't waste any more time, went straight to realizing the whole dream scenario was an illusion and made it all disappear and just hang around in the void and emptiness. But I didn't last long, I felt that cry of despair of the ego, wanting to go back to what’s familiar, to references... and as soon as I felt it, I was back into the stream of dreams.

1st:

I was solving a mystery with my irl friend K. Somehow I already knew what was going to end, like I had done this before, and was trying to protect him fro,m the horrible ending. We went around my old apartment complex looking for clues. As we crossed over a ditch I held his hand, reassuring him he'd be safe. Also at this time, I was wearing a seifuku top with no bow. He commented on that, and I magic'd a bow and sailor moon compact outta nowhere. We tailed the suspects in a big white van, and they we almost unto us, but we kept our cool. I think we talked to one of the girls involved and tried to get her to stop whatever her and her friends were doing. Later, we got in disguises. I was a bright pink power ranger, and he was a deep blue. We went over to the most southern set of apartments, where there was a small group of people hanging out. A young man with glasses casually asks who we are. I say "I'm Pink, er... Magenta, and that's Dark Blue." "No, who are you?"
"Oh... we're the Kolor Kamen!" He looks confused and I briefly explain we're like Power Rangers. He seems okay with that. I think that K is safe in this Halloween costume.
I don't remember much about the ending, except we're in the setting that I knew we're gonna be. A small 3 room building. It's creepy and decrepit. There's a school lab at the end room. We walk out into the street, unharmed.

About the "premonition" thing:
I already knew how it was going to end, because it was a "game" I had already played or a dream I had before (or at least that was what my brain was telling me.) At the end, the suspects would be burnt by acid and die. I could see still of what was going to happen at the end. This was pretty much the only thing I thought or talked about about. At some points I wondered if the story was actually taking a different direction the the first time, and I was worried.

2nd: A Rather standard dream I had about the TES series.
I was walking around a town in "Skyrim", although it didn't look familiar and I didn't remember the name. I went around to the food shops and taverns, buying food(?) and making conversations. I went to another unfamiliar town and did the same exact thing. I talked to two women in the local tavern. One of them had blue skin, but didn't look like a dark elf. None had any story-forwarding dialogue. Later, I go out of the town, pretty much turn a corner and end up in Chorrol, which is not in Skyrim, but in neighboring province Cyrodiil. As I look out, I am disappointed to see how close the two towns are, and between the birch trees of the great forest, I can see the walls of another town! (That one really should be Chorrol, not the wall-less little hamlet I was in.) I meet up with someone who looks like my mom's friend and we go walking around and see a jousting place. A teenage girl in modern clothes gives us the sign up sheet, and we write our names very badly on it. On mine, someone else's name is already on it, so I ask for some white-out. She gives it to me, and it comes in a weird looking tube. When I use it, it comes out thick and grey on the paper, so I write my name to the side. After that, she tells us there's a six-month waiting period to joust.