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First dream

I was in school, sitting on a chair in a classroom. There were other students sitting there too. Teacher was talking about something I cannot recall, as I haven't focused on the lesson. I looked through the window at grim, gray sky. Suddenly I said aloud "It's going to be fun." And then sky became dark, and storm luds gathered. It started to rain.

[DILD] Resurrection - recurring dream, this time ending with LD

It was many years after portals were invented, and people had access to other dimensions. Many fantastical creatures came to earth. Some of them were hostile and started war, and some of them were just trying to survive. To stop banditry and fight against invaders, humans made a Confederation of Dimensions. Their mission was to capture criminalists, and fight off invaders.

I was walking with two business partners in a river, swamp valley between high mountains. We were taking remains from a battle that went on there, and cleaning tracks of bandits. I looked atop one of the mountains, and saw an orc encampent. We took some more stuff and went along the river side.

Suddenly I appeared in entrance hall of prison, chained with my two business partners. We were probably captured for helping bandits somewhere in the past, and now we were guided to portal, leading to a prison. The security officer told us to keep our hands in the air as we walked through crowded corridors of confederations outpost.

There were many people, and other weird creatures, whispering about us. I felt that my whole left hand is sweaty, I tried to put it down, but an invisible force tried to keep it in the air. Finally I managed to put it down, and the chain slept off my hand.

Security officer looked at me, and I looked at my hand. He ran for help, while I used this situation to run away. I took a path through old sports hall of the outpost, and ran away towards swamps. I jumped into lake, then went out of the water and hidden in bushes. Guards couldn't find me, so I went out of my hideout and swam to nearest buildings.

There was an industrial area supported by orcs. They built war machines there, to win wat with humans. I jumped out of the water and climbed up a fence. I looked at the square, and saw a woman with a child. She was a blonde woman in her fifties. Shea had blood soaked eyes and was wearing casual clothes - pale brown t-shirt and jeans trousers. She held a hatchet in her hand.

The child was a boy. He had dark hair and blood soaked eyes, and he was wearing casual clothes - a brown jacket and jeans trousers. There was a man walking on the square. Suddenly the woman charged towards him and hit him with the hatchet, killing him.

She dropped the hatchet down, and was preparing to eat the man, but I jummped down the fence, grabbed the hatchet with my left hand, and striked her in the back of her head. The boy escaped to the swamps. The strike was enough to knock her to the ground, and she couldn't stand up.

She tried to kick me, and I said "Try again, and I'll chop your legs off!" Then I turned around and ran away. Suddenly I realised this is a dream. I made a nose RC, and ran. But then I stopped, dropped down the hatchet and turned back. I walked back to the woman, and gestured with my left hand saying "Resurrect!"

My voice was changed a little, and echoed all around. I looked at my hand, and then looked at the woman. She changed, her hair turned white, eyes were green and no more blood soaked, and she was much younger, like she was 20 again. The resurrection must've had a rejuvenating effect. She told me to come closer, and gave me a kiss.

After we stopped kissing, I thought about going on an adventure, but suddenly everythin turned black and I woke up.

I was on the road speeding then I stopped near a stop, for waiting my friend who was far behind me. Then he reached me. We turn left and accelerate and we stop at a red light. I decided to do some stunts that I saw on YouTube until the light turn green. (By the way, my motobike was black and red whereas my friend was white). Then we accelerate and reach a nice neighborhood, we stopped and met some friends(one of my friends showed me a magic trick).
........CutOff Of The Dream..........
Now I was in another place. I was sitting on mattress. There was a woman who was selling orange juice, she told me if I wanted, I said no, and then she said I will give you for free, and I reply no thanks. Then a beautiful blonde girl lay down close to me, I think she was trying to make contact with me, but I try to make as if I was ignoring her.

So the first scene took place around my college campus. My friend Tyler was helping to sneak out a stereo? or speaker or something out of my dorm room. He carried it out of the window and then fell and hurt himself pretty badly. He was on the ground in pain. For some reason, me and my other friend Nick urgently went to search for him. I ran through some buildings on campus. I remember running down a staircase and this girl I know made a comment saying "you're nice to look at" or something. I later wind up in a room and see a bunch of kids I know from my high school. They all are yelling "what up!!" and stuff like that and one other kid I know says "Have I ever stolen any girls from you?" . Later, me and my friend Nick end up getting the police to come and help us find Tyler. We drive the police car and find Tyler later. lol

Next scene, I'm in the bathroom of my house looking in the mirror. I'm looking at the shirt that I'm wearing. It looks like this dark blue tank top that I tend to wear around the house, but I notice that is a little different about it. Later I realize that it's a short sleeve shirt, and not a tank top. The shirt also has a pretty cool designs on it, like a bunch of wires that look like snakes. lol I'm pretty entranced by the cool design.

Another brief scene I don't remember too clearly... I recieve a facetime call from a bunch of kids who are planning to rob a liquor store?? The kids look kind of geeky.

Finally! My first lucid dream of the year (and only my fourth ever - barring tiny wee dreamlets) I had a lot before it and sadly it was a poor lucid dream but here goes!!

NON LUCID - In the car with my sister in law. We are discussing dreams (which must have helped) She mentioned having a very vivid dream the other night so I told her that lucid ones are even better. She asked what one needed to do, I said 'Start a journal, That's 3 years I've been keeping mine now' (which is right enough IRL.
In a flat with my son. In the bathroom there is a mannequin of my wife. I smack it in the face a couple of times. (I think I'm concerened that it is coming to life) It moves slightly - in a way that suggests that it IS indeed alive but is trying not to look like it is..
Anyway, we end up outside. My son has a plate with rolls on it which he drops under some metal structure. I go on my hands and knees trying to retrieve them. I notice the concrete is pretty wet and I'm worried about getting wet. My neighbours appear but they keep out of the way beacsue my son has Chickenpox (IRL as well!) A group of wee lads appear, they are getting in my way so I push one over.

NOW I'M LUCID! I hear someone say 'M' (possibly me. ) I have a fuzzy feeling in my head and I realise I'm dreaming. However try as I might I cant open my eyes. I keep doing my reality checks and hoping that I can get my bloody eyes open otherwise the dream will be a bit of a waste of time. I can feel something on my face like a sheet. This goes on for a good minute and then I sadly lose lucidty and have a false awakening

NON LUCID - My wife is saying over and over 'Shut. The. F***. Up.' very calmly. I open my eyes, I'm in my bed. We blether on for a minute or so then I wake up properly.

Encouraging - but I'm really not sure what happened there!!!

The title is an allusion to the dream being a lot like strange days at Blake Holsey High and warehouse 13's artifacts.

In this dream I had just started working at a new call center. There was nothing strange about this building, the people in it, or its surroundings. My first day I was told to be wary of anything out of the ordinary but I just brushed this information off because what could they possibly be referring to? Everything seemed fine until my lunch break came around. I took a walk outside and found everyone cheering about something. I walked up to the crowd nearby and asked what was going on, and they gave me a response. The response given was inaudible and over my head anyway, but all I could see was a blocky snowman outside in the summertime. I decided this was none of my business, so I headed back inside but not before seeing the snowman seemingly move from its location. Skip forward a few months, and it turns out this building experiences a phenomena where strange things are attracted to it, Every day you will experience a new danger caused by someone or something. Normally the cause is an artifact, but sometimes people just go crazy and devise a plan to harm others. On this day, I was speaking to a coworker named Steve. We were talking about all the weird things that had happened to us up until this point. Steve was talking about his favorite artifact- A pair of reading glasses. Seemingly harmless, these glasses made you smarter and more agile than any drug could do, but they had a harsh side effect which caused you to forget anything that you said or did while wearing them. After nearly the whole office had worn these glasses at one point or another due to curiosity and desire for knowledge, the glasses were finally taken away and thrown into a vault storage. The glasses had been a cause for a major scuffle between the employees, as they all thirsted for the knowledge the glasses had to provide. I made a snide comment back to Steve about how petty that all seemed, and he asked me what the most noteworthy thing for me had been.

To be honest, I don't remember what had happened to me, but he made a joke about my story in return. After lunch break I heard some people talking about these weird bites on their bodies from what must have been a large bug. I thought it was a little strange, but I just went back to work. Some time passed, and everyone was receiving these weird bug bites. We even tracked down what kind of bug was doing it. It seemed to be a kind of flying cockroach. Panic started to spread as some of the people bitten earlier were starting to get headaches and blurred vision. We had a medic on scene at this point. She was studying the different bugs and as she was studying, more and more just piled in on her research desk. MY coworkers and I kept killing more and more of these bugs and handing them over to the medic for research. Enough time passed for it to be my final break for the day, so I go outside for a bit and the first thing I notice is the large number of these bugs flying around outside. I swat a few away, but quickly go back inside. It was not a swarm outside per se, but it was certainly a visibly large number of them. I warn the others inside, but not before noticing a bug bite on my lower calf. The panic in the building rose as we had no idea what these bugs were capable of. We just knew the number of them present was rising at an alarming rate, there were rumors they had intelligence and could shapeshift, and there could very well be an epidemic because of them. We had to find what artifact was causing these things before the infestation spread further away from just our building.

The dream ended here sadly, so I'll never know what these things were capably of, how we got rid of them, or what was causing them. Still a pretty detailed and fun dream though!

Hey guys! Been a little while, but I'm kicking myself back into it to make sure I don't get out of practice like usual. I've remembered quite a few dreams in the past month, but none written down, sadly, or I would document them here. So, this dream was from two nights ago. It was very short, mind you, but also very vivid, and it led to a weird sensation.
I was in my room, except with my co-worker for some odd reason. He pointed out to me two dudes who were lying under my girlfriend's bed, writhing about on the floor and dancing. All I could see of them were their limbs, and I could hear upbeat techno music playing in a muffled sort of way, as if I was hearing it from a distance.
My co-worker and I started dancing to the music, and everything felt happy. However, things took a very eerie turn when we looked up from our dance and noticed that the two dudes who were under the bed were now standing beside it, looking at us like we were crazy. If the two dudes weren't under the bed anymore...then why whose limbs were still writhing around under the bed...?
As soon as we came to this creepy realization, I heard a loud cracking noise, and a bright light engulfed all of us. It felt almost as if a bomb was going off. I fell on top of my bed, my ears ringing, and my body tingling. And as soon as I hit the bed...
I woke up, slowly rising from my real life bed, while still feeling the ringing in my ears and the tingling sensation in my body. It went away in a few seconds, and everything was back to normal, but wow was that a weird and unsettling end to a dream.

The semi-lucidity has been strong with me, even through my dry spell.

I recall in my first dream I was flying around above my subdivision. I had a smartphone and I was recording myself flying because I wanted to have it for when I woke up; I was planning on using it as lucid dream motivation.

I remember a couple of dream characters that vaguely resembled some old bullies that used to hang around my subdivision appearing in the dream.

I continued to fly around. I seemed to be moving pretty low and pretty slow, and it was taking some effort to keep myself airborne. I then got a long stick with a miniature Breadcake (ahem... art thread... ahem) on the end of the stick and began recording him as if he were flying through the air. There was some context having to do with filming it for a lucid dreaming related youtube channel.

I awoke at some point and tried to properly WBTB into a real LD, but I just wound up with another dream that was more or less nonlucid.

I was out on a lake in the mountains, with Marcus and Manei in a small metal motorboat. Well... I wasn't with them, I was watching them from the third person. Marcus took out this big duffel bag from the bottom of the boat. In it was... well... me. It was a robot body with a synthetic skin made to look just like me.

He moved it up and got it into a sitting position, and inserted a small power cell into the back of the head, then initiated the boot sequence. I began feeling like I was being pulled toward the robot. The robot stood up in the boat and then dived into the water. After it landed in the water I merged with it.

Marcus told me to just enjoy myself and that even though I had a robot for a body I should not be concerned about the water because the synthetic skin made for good waterproofing.

I saw a wooden structure on the water and thought it was a dock. I swam over to it to investigate. It turned out to actually be a train track. I climbed up on it and through the use of some magnetic technology I was able to slide along it at a decent pace.

The track was built a little bit like a roller coaster that traversed the mountains. It was an eerie landscape of beautiful vegetation, though it was very foggy and visibility began to become more obscure.

At some point I passed through a city. Though the whole city had been overgrown by vegetation. Some of the buildings had collapsed or were leaning up against one another. I came to the end of the track here where, taking me up a long hill like the first hill on a roller coaster and then just ending.

At the very top I found a note written on a very old looking sheet of paper.

"Well, I really Photoshopped myself into a dead end here...". There was a picture of a pixelated skull and crossbones below the writing.

I lost track of what happened after this. I think a raptor attacked me and bit off the synthetic skin on my right arm revealing the robotic endoskeleton.

Nothing!

So I was in the upstairs of my house when all of the sudden I looked over the balcony, and I saw the Easter Bunny. he had brought a pink cat with wings, and a couple of deer. I should have known it was a dream when I saw him in the first place! I am so mad for not realizing, but it was a cool dream that lasted only a few seconds anyway. I was in First person point of view for the first time in this dream!

I was in an apartment with a few friends. I was in the bedroom with a particular friend who I've only recently grown attracted to. We were laying next to eachother but not in any sexual sort of way, and I got up and went into the kitchen. I then saw the others laying in the living room and watching the television and hanging out. I saw my crush leave the room and I suddenly figured I'd ask her about her first kiss to segway into my kissing her, but decided the best place to do this wasn't in front of everyone where she'd feel pressured, so I retired back to the bedroom.

She followed me but when she entered she was no longer herself. Instead of it being Alyssa it was now an old friend of mine Taylor. I felt awkward asking a question with that purpose but for some reason it was already decided that I'd ask. So I did and she mentioned something about her boyfriend and then we segwayed into going on a trip.

We were in a BMW that was stick shift however the seat was rotated funky and I couldn't press on the clutch very easily and shifting was a challenge. I adjusted the seat as we approached a red light after driving several blocks with this uncomfortable seating arrangement. I was feeling very tired or something and was looking out the passenger window instead of watching where I was going and the lady in the lane to the left of me had decided to start switching lanes to pull into my lane but ran out of room to pull forward so she was half in my lane and half in hers. I have extensive wreck avoidance practice from racing and so out of the corner of my eye I saw her as I approached and I had pulled a bit far up on her side, it looked as if I was trying to block her from getting into my lane.

The driver was a middle aged mother of 2 and both of her daughters were sitting in the passenger seat looking out the window. I could hear them talking and somehow our cars were attached and it was like we were only separated by a thin sheet of glass but I could hear them just as if they were right next to me. I told Taylor that I could hear them and then I wondered if they could hear me. When I looked back at the mother and daughters all three of them were looking directly at me, but not in a creepy way, just more like the mother was looking at me because she was pissed off and the daughters were looking because the mother was.

The light turned green.

I let her pull ahead of me and I began to drive. With the seat fixed I felt much better with driving the manual transmission and downshifted to second gear after we were going down the road. I nailed the gas and we began to take off but it wasn't as quick as I anticipated. In fact the car was rather slow. I shifted to third gear. Not much speed.

The road then dead ended into a parking garage and we were waiting in a line of people to get a ticket to park. I noticed that the lady from the red light was in front of me.

We lost interest in waiting and got out of the car and walked through a doorway. We were on this rooftop of sorts. It was like a restaurant that had been setup on a rooftop. It wasn't the place we had been looking for and I looked around. There were quite a few people around. Suddenly across the rooftop an older man raised his hand and waived at us. It was Taylor's PaPa. He was a kindly looking older man with white hair. Before we walked all the way over to him I thought "this is all a really weird scenario" and decided to do a reality check. I looked at my hand to count my fingers, a full proof method of reality checking for me, and noticed I had 5 fingers. I looked up and then looked back down at my hand. I had to concentrate because it was difficult to count for some reason but i managed to tell that there was an irregularity with my hand. I managed to count 6 fingers. I said "okay 6 fingers so I'm dreaming".

I felt the rush of lucidity waft over me like a wave on the sands of the beach. I felt warm and everything became very clear and colorful. The sun was out and there were clouds in the sky and people eating at tables. The first thing I wanted to do was stabilize the dream. I started clapping my hands together and then remembered reading something about touching objects in the dream world. I walked up to somebodies table and slapped my hands down on it. They didn't go through. I was surprised at how real it felt. I rubbed my hands together a little more and then I walked up a small flight of stairs to go to the next balcony restaurant patio thing and picked up somebodies drink from their table. I poured it on the ground right in front of them and laughed. They looked at me and I said "suck it" and then he went back to eating. I looked around and started wondering what I should do. I quickly looked for the hottest girl around to get some action with but then thought that this would be a waste of a lucid dream. Regardless I found a girl and slipped my hands into her shirt. I closed my eyes for a moment to imagine a girl and have her appear but when I closed my eyes I lost lucidity and the dreamscape closed.

Fuck. Wasted a perfect lucid dream.

In which C almost drowns in a flood...

I'm in a food court with H's daughter, C. We are sitting at a high table with bar stools near a concrete pillar. The floors and walls are concrete also. There are huge rectangular windows lining the walls similar to the old roller rink, only they are enclosed with glass. We are waiting for food. I'm holding my swimsuit for some reason, and I nail it to the concrete pillar near our table.

Our number is called. I walk to a counter to retrieve our food when suddenly we are hit with the force of a giant wave. The entire food court is immediately submerged under water. I hang on to the counter and hold my breath while the wave passes. Then I'm able to get my head above the water and look around. The water is still now, but nearly touches the ceiling. I swim over to the windows and open them. The water rushes out.

I look for C and find her on the ground near our table. She is a reddish blue color, still and slightly bloated, her wet hair spread out on the ground around her head. It's H at the viewing, of course. This doesn't make sense to me, so I shake her by the shoulders, and it's C again. She sits up and vomits water.

Suddenly she's herself again but she retains the reddish blue skin color. She's laughing, nonchalant about what just happened. I tell her that we need to get out and see if everyone is OK. The force of the water was unbelievable, and I'm worried others might need help. She's laughing and unconcerned. She's talking about how she thinks her new skin color is punk rock. She says she's just like Mystique from X-Men. She wants to take selfies and put them on FB. I'm annoyed with her, but I can't leave her there alone.

I need to remove my swimsuit from the pillar. The area around the food court is covered in water still, and to swim around helping people, for some reason I must have my swimsuit. I'm trying to pry the nail out with my hands, but it won't budge. I go back to the food court counter and ask the employees for a hammer, but they say it was pulled away with the receding wave.


In which I have an argument with my mom, visit a waterpark and cannot kill a boy...

I'm riding with my mom in the car. She asks me if I ever hear a chiming sound from inside my head. I know exactly what she's talking about. (In the dream), I had just posted on an online medical discussion board about hearing this sound. It's a common symptom of a disease that I'm worried I have. I don't want to discuss it with my mom.

No, I tell her. I have no idea what you are talking about. I hope this will end the conversation.

Instead, she glares at me. Oh really? You've never heard that sound? I guess you never have a trembling sensation in your neck right before the sound either?

She's being passive aggressive, and I hate that. I just repeated my answer. I have no idea what you are talking about. I want her to shut up about it. It's none of her business what I search for online.

I happen to know that you are lying to me. I happen to know that you go online discussing these symptoms with people.

At least now she's being openly confrontational. I start to see red. How do you know what I discuss online?

You logged into that discussion board on my phone and I saw it there.

I know this is a lie. I would never use her phone to do anything I wanted to remain private. I told her she was lying.

I know exactly how you really found out. You looked at my phone while I was using the restroom.

She admitted it. She's angry. She wants an explanation for what I'm discussing online.

I tell her she has no right to snoop. I tell her that it's abnormal and unhealthy for her to snoop around like that. I tell her that if she's angry, it's her own fault. It was none of her business in the first place.

She argues that, as my mother, she has every right to snoop on me. I respond that this might have been true when I was a child, but it is certainly not true now that I'm an adult. As an adult, I can discuss whatever I want online, and she has no right to snoop around in my life and that I do not have to explain anything to her.

Then, I lose it. The emotions that came up were intense. I tell her that even when I was child, the way she snooped around and never directly confronted me about anything and the way she showed my personal items to other people and all of that made me hate her. I told her that it was damaging and shameful and that it made me rage.

She responds by throwing some of my adolescent behavior up in my face. Some of it is really embarrassing, and I'm not sure why I did the things she mentions. It makes me feel ashamed, and for a moment I'm terrified and guilty and exposed. But then I remember that I'm not a child anymore and that none of this stuff matters anymore and that I can just leave.

So I do. I walk off. I walk into a waterpark. There are no other people there. At the center of the waterpark is a 30 floor high tower from which five or six waterslides descend. I run up the stairs as fast as I can. I'm so angry that I want to smash things and destroy something. I'm stomping and shouting the whole way up, and it feels good to feel my heart pounding and my blood pumping. I'm crying with rage. I get to the top and immediately jump down the slide. It is a very good waterslide- very fast with lots of turns and thrills, but I hardly even notice where I am or what I'm doing because I'm so angry. I pass under the camera that takes pictures of riders, and I scowl. I think how stupid it is going to look later.

I land in the pool of water at the base of the slide and immediately run up the stairs and do the ride again. Since there is no one else at the park, I do not have to wait.

Then, I run up the stairs a third time. The stairs are very steep, and there are 30 flights of them. I take them two or three at a time. I can feel my body working efficiently now. I'm in a zone. I think of how good it feels to be alive, to be in shape, to get your body to the point that you can nearly effortlessly achieve an athletic feat. I wonder why I let depression knock me down when it feels so good to be so strong. I shouldn't be lazy. I'm a badass when I want to be.

I get to the top of the slide a third time, but the ride is closed. I'm calm now. I stand there and look out over the park. I count how long it takes my heart to return to its resting rate, and I'm satisfied with how efficient it is. I turn around to go back down, but I somehow take the wrong stairwell. I'm now standing at the back of a huge auditorium. There is a ramp descending from the doorway with rows of auditorium seats on either side. In the central main seating area, there are a dozen or so middle school aged kids. An adult sits on the stage in front of them. He is sitting casually on his bottom with his legs dangling over the stage. He has a water bottle nearby and some papers in his hands. A few lights are shining on him. He is obviously some sort of theater teacher.

The teacher looks up at me and smiles. He waves me towards him. The kids all turn around and watch me walk down to the stage. The teacher stands up and shakes my hand. He's about my age. He's very calm. He explains that the stairs I was looking for disappear when the water park closes, and I'll have to spend some time in the theater now. He smiles at me again, and I realize it is a trap. All the kids smile at me as if they are expecting some sort of show.

I turn and run backstage. I climb the ladder up to the catwalks and sit up there trying to figure out what to do. I start to rage again. I'm frustrated at how quickly a day can go bad. I don't know how I'm going to get out of the theater.

The teacher calmly climbs up towards me. He doesn't completely ascend; he stands on the ladder but leans his elbows on the catwalks and casually addresses me. I'm screaming in a rage about all sorts of things.

He asks me what the anger feels like. I tell him it feels like I want to destroy things. I want to smash the theater with a sledgehammer. I feel like I could tear open someone's stomach with my hands and pull out their entrails or grab them by the back of their hair and repeatedly pound their skull into the pavement. I tell him in detail how angry I am and how much I want to rage and tell him to leave me alone. But he is very calm and just tells me to come down. He says he'll give me a sledgehammer or a victim or whatever else I want. I look at him and think he is disturbed.

I come down to the stage. The kids are all watching attentively now. The teacher and I are in the middle of the stage and the spotlight is on us. The teacher calls one of the middle schoolers, a 13 year old boy, onto stage with us. The boy lies down on the wooden stage floor at my feet. The teacher tells me to go ahead and rage on him.

I just stand there and stare at him. Come again?

Beat the kid up. Kick him.

OK. I pull my foot back to kick him, but I can't bring myself to hit him with any real force. I can feel his ribs against my feet. I think how easily they would break. I can't do it.

I sit down on top of the boy and wrap my hands around his neck to strangle him. He starts to gasp and turn colors, but he does not struggle or act disturbed. He just lies there and looks at me. I can feel the blood pulsing through his neck and he starts to turn purple. I think of how long it would take to cause brain damage.

I let him go and look at his neck. There are finger marks where I was holding him. I realize that I was not squeezing in a way that would efficiently block his trachea, so I reposition my hands so that one thumb is pressing firmly into his tracheal airway and the other is pushing in his tracheal cartilage. I have a good grip on him now. The teacher is now squatting down next to us, watching. He seems to approve of my repositioning. The boys' cartilage feels bumpy and fragile under my thumb. I can't make myself apply any pressure at all.

I tell the teacher that I can't intentionally damage someone like that. The teacher asks me how I feel. I tell him that I feel pretty calm.

He takes me out the exit of the theater from backstage. I have to take another waterslide back down, but because the park is closed, the water is not running. I try to slide down the slide, but I keep getting stuck in the turns. Finally I stand up and try to walk down, but the slides are shallow and turn at sharp angles. I have to sort of crawl and crouch my way down on my knees with my hands holding the edge of the slide.

I was in an area near the sea. There's some kind of obstacle course. I was with others from parkour training. We were going to go through the obstacle course. I was afraid but I was able to pull it off. I jumped over obstacles and climbed, and I even rode that line thing from one area to the next.

I think I skipped my turn because I was afraid at first but then built up the courage. I jumped in line.

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Notes:

- I was on/off sleep coz I was very tired.
- I was supposed to do tricking training but skipped coz I was too tired.

This was a very intense dream.
I only wish I could remember enough of it .
This was like a time-loop dream where, when I don't like the outcome, the dream sort of rewinds so I can change it. Non-lucid.
I also DC hopped throughout the dream, taking in the perspective of almost everyone.

My main DC was investigating the disappearance of many people. She dyed her hair blue to follow a clue. She went to a warehouse and a woman greeted her and told her she shouldn't be wearing the lipstick shade she had on. But she was welcomed because she passed the test in finding them. These were all people who felt out of time and instead of just going with the flow of time, they interrupted the outcome by leaving it for solitude.
Then I DC hopped into a family fighting, then back to my main where it was revealed she had lived 3 centuries but along different time-lines.

A boy was brought out- her baby brother, I think. He looked translucent like a ghost. Another flesh-and-blood boy was placed beside him. They had life meters in front of them. A man appeared to show her the extent of her actions in messing with time. The more her brothers meter filled, the more the meter of the other little boy depleted. Everyone was wailing.
Something happened to disrupt the process. Both boys were in a sort of limbo.
My main DC walked past a couple who pleaded with her: "Please don't take our son from us. This was supposed to be his time."

I hopped back into the fighting family- the grandmother, as she was stabbed by someone. I saw life fade through her eyes.

Then the dog woke me up

In this dream I was at some sort of sea world facility with my brother and we were trying to go see the killer whales. We were allowed into a indoor room with a pool that contained one of the orcas. The trainer there was nice enough to let us back there by the pool. I could see the orca swimming around and I really wanted to see it. I lay down next to the water of the pool and the orca jumps out of the water right next to me and I am able to pet it. Its skin is wet and feels a little damaged, probably due to being captive at a park(I do NOT agree with orca captivity). I just hang out with it for a decent amount of time there by the pool. I don't want to leave it but after about 10 minutes it decides to go swim in the water. I try to call it back but it is busy doing it's own thing. We open some underwater gates to see if the other orcas will come into the main pool to see us but no luck.

That has been the highlight of my dreams lately, and I was a bit sad waking up to find out it was just a dream.

havent updated in a while but this dream was important to me so i really wanted to share and archive it.

I was in school. I went into a classroom to take some papers. When I taken them, teacher told me to stay for a while. I sat on the chair close to the tabl with random snacks. Teacher, an older, blonde woman sat in front of me. After a while other students appeared.

We talked and ate snacks. Then when we finished I went to IT room. Everyone was playing something. I went to a PC and started working. I turned on texture, model and level editors from development kit, and whenever I made a change I tested it in game.

The game was in wireframe mode, so I had to use console and type gl_texturemode 1 or gl_wireframe 1 when I needed to switch between them. I wandered dark, abandoned building. I stood in front of dark corridor, waiting for anything that would go out of there.

I drawn a magnum gun, and started to shoot. Suddenly a pack of zombies went out of corridor, and I had to kill them.