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non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) I am at some kind of school. I see western kids practicing Kendo with eastern kids. I realize I am in a dojo. Besides the kendo, I watch some lady playing a really silly sport, consisting of throwing a watermellon and other similar fruits to fit into some very tight fitting baskets far away. It seems hard, but hardly elegant. Until I realize the level of precision and strength necessary to actually fit the watermellon on the basket without bouncing or breaking or anything else. Fitting it with perfection is something that can only happen by chance 1 in a millionth, but she makes it at the first try and I realize the level of skill necessary to achieve it. She is in a perfect zen state. When I realize that, tears start falling from my eyes.
I cross the room to a big balcony and I see a breathtaking view over a hill, a big river below and a mountain right in front on the other margin, with a complex of shinto temples on top.
The beauty of it is beyond words. It's surreal. It's Japan but I can't really say when. It looks both in the past and in the future, but in relation to what?
I am taken by boat up river. As I slide through the waters and approach the mountains, I start recognizing places and emotions take over me. I have been here before or will be here later (it's hard to tell). I pass through a Tori leading to a village, I don't know its name, but it feels like home. I start crying like a baby. We pass by a shrine with homage plaques with names on it. I can't even read what's on it, but I fall on the ground, sobbing, with sorrow, with a sense of unforgiving loss, with memories of a life I don't even know if it's past or future. And I cry for an eternity.

I'm aware T. is going to rob my home and kill me tonight, as if I'd seen the future. I took some steps in preparation for that, but I believed that what is going to happen can't be averted. However, it turns out I'd misinterpreted something: while T. really was robbing the place, the killer turns out to be someone else, a stranger who broke in with a knife. T. and some other people who live here help fight him off. We get to the scene I knew was coming, when the knife's supposed to cut deeply into my shoulder and stop just above my heart, and I wonder if I'll be able to feel pain in a dream. I decide to have the scene go a different way instead, I close my eyes and imagine that T. and the others hold him back enough that the knife turns aside. When I open my eyes again, the stranger is on the floor, dead.

I decide to perform "Deedlit's healing spell." (It's been years since I watched Lodoss - did Deedlit even have a healing spell? - I think this was mostly some generic mental association between elves and healing.) I say something I no longer remember, a phrase in English something like a prayer, and there's a warm gold glowing light around my hands, which I hold over the dead man until he revives, though he remains quietly on the floor. I then repeat the spell with the others in the room, although they don't seem to have any wounds, and they're surprised but appreciate it. I leave the room and go to heal my IRL sister L., who in the dream lives next door, waking her up in the process. I then go down the hall to find T. again and heal him too.

Me and T. talk for a while, and as he talks his appearance changes. He walks into the kitchen briefly and when he comes back, he's become a different person entirely, and he's joined by another man. They both claim to know me and to have been looking for me for a long time, although they call me by two different names. The one who wasn't T. speaks with a heavy Scottish accent and calls me Jack. As I'm speaking to them, I remember that while I'm lucid, I had some things I wanted to get done, and I try to remember what those were. I decide it was the Task of the Month. (Apparently reading the TOTM thread last night was enough to overrule my personal lucid goals.) I remember that the Task was to ask a DC who your true love or soulmate is, so I ask these guys, who's my true love? They both go silent and look extremely uncomfortable, like that's a question I shouldn't ask. I tell them any answer is fine, it's just a task, and I try phrasing it with 'soulmate' instead, but that doesn't get a better response. I feel like their belief that they knew me a long time ago is affecting this, that it's part of what makes this a question they don't want to answer, so I decide to go outside and find someone else to ask.

Outside my IRL home, I'm appreciating how vivid it is. There's a chill in the air, a nicely realistic touch, and there's no snow on the ground, which is a great change. I walk off the driveway and onto the main road, and for some reason I feel like that's an important dividing line, particularly when lucid. My attention is caught by a squirrel across the road standing on its front legs, craning its neck to look up at the sky; and then by the body of a dead deer at the 3-way crossroads. I believe (incorrectly) that this dead deer is always here at the crossroads when I dream, and I think about going over to talk to it, but on second thought the idea makes me a little uncomfortable - I think it'll follow me home. Better not. There's a rock just beside my driveway with some words carved into it, and I start to go over to read it, but a car drives by. I stop it and walk over to the driver, ask her who my true love is. Again, she goes silent and gives me the impression that this is a question I shouldn't ask. I decide to go for a ride, and I climb into the car through the window.

Inside the car, the woman I spoke to isn't the driver at all, she's a passenger. There's six women in the car, all of them working in the fashion industry or as models, and with the exception of the woman I'd spoken to and the driver, the rest of them resent someone who's not part of the industry hitching a ride. No one except the driver knows where they're going - it's a surprise. The driver's name is Audrey, she's someone big in the fashion industry, wearing large dark sunglasses. I ask Audrey who my true love is, and as an answer, she produces a piece of lined paper with something written on it, crumples it up, and throws it out the window. She's not throwing it away - she means for me to reach out my window and catch it. I'm too slow, I just miss it. But I decide - no, I didn't miss it. I caught it. I announce out loud, "Got it!" I 'remember' the feel of catching it, and then I draw my hand back inside the car. No good, my hand's empty. The women in the car look at me oddly for claiming to have caught the paper when I hadn't. I try the hand-behind-the-back summoning trick, but still nothing.

Since I keep failing to get an answer to this question, I decide I'll switch to a different Task of the Month. For some reason I believe that the other basic task is to kiss a DC. I stop to think about that for a minute, since I'm sure that can't be right, that's too basic, but then I decide it's meant as something simple to stick with a Valentine's Day theme. (Was I mixing it up with the kiss-a-zombie one? I had just raised someone from the dead, shame I didn't follow up on that. ) Although I'm not sure how I got here, I'm now following Audrey into an elevator with one of the other women from the car. I ask Audrey if I can kiss her, and she says sure. I can't remember what happened after that, but next thing I remember we're leaving the elevator and I'm thinking that didn't work. We're now standing in a large room with a mirror and a couch, and I ask the other woman, a slightly chubby, very beautiful blonde, if I can kiss her. She says okay. We're standing in front of the mirror, and I'm surprised to see the mirror's actually reflecting her and the room we're in (though not me, as usual), and her reflection looks exactly like her, although it's watching us instead of mirroring her actions. I lean in to kiss her and close my eyes, but perhaps because I was distracted by the mirror, I find I've wound up kissing her reflection instead, through the glass. I move us away from the mirror, focus on the feeling of her shoulder under my hand, and try again. I'm too focused on comparing this to real life and trying to improve the realism to enjoy it much - the feeling of her lips themselves is accurate, but that's about it. I'm thinking that this sort of thing really doesn't translate to dreams well, and I should focus on doing things that aren't possible IRL. So I remember the 'other' (actual) task of the month: I step back and ask her if she knows who my true love is. Again, she seems uncomfortable with the question and doesn't answer. Then I think that asking someone you've just kissed to tell you about your true love may be a little tactless.

There's a cat by the mirror now, yowling. Two people who work here rush over to it to try to get it to be quiet. On the other side of the room, there's a whole row of mirrors and a hairdresser standing in front of them, talking about originality or lack thereof in fashion shows. I lose lucidity and follow him, listening to him for a few moments before I wake up.

I don't remember much about my dream, but the things I do remember really are bugging me.

In my dream, I was a person I made up in my head. I looked exactly like how I imagined this person. So I'm on some sort of quest looking for spirits that grant me magic powers such as pyrokinesis and such. Mid way through the dream, I'm walking through a cave where a monster that kind of looked like Lugia from Pokemon attacked me; it was one of the spirits I talked about. I somehow ended up out of the cave and at the beginning of a town. I turned around to get the monster out of the cave. I pulled a switch which was attached to a chain and it started pulling the monster out. When it came out, it was decapitated and I couldn't understand why. Maybe someone was chasing me? Anyways, I carry the head to the town (the town looked to be a run-down wood/brick medieval-esque town) and the town came to greet me. Apparently some of the people knew me and came to see me. I dropped the head and curled up into a ball, like any sane person would do once they've been holding a decapitated head of a monster. One of the girls in the crowd said "what's wrong with her?" and what seemed to be the village elder of sorts said, and I specifically remember this and I don't know why. He said "She just needs someone to hold".

I really enjoyed the dream but I want to delve into it and learn what it was all about.

So I'm standing outside this really official-like building and there's this tall dude beside me with a giant black cloak and mask on...Yeah, you can't any more obvious than that, but lucky for us, other people were equally dressed up. Everyone was in this huge line entering the building and a young "lady" stood about three people down from us. I peeked over my shoulder to look at her, and she waved her fan at me. Because....I'm awesome like that.
I had a weird leather vesty thing on with the old-fashion white cotton tunic and dark cotton pants...But where other people were wearing fancy shoes with dangles and stuffz I was wearing boots like the dude beside me. I don't know enough about Victorian-Medieval age fashion to describe this properly!
So the line is shifting forward slowly and by the time we get to the entrance way to this gigantic wooden building this old dude with feathery wisps on his heads looks at us strangely. The obviousassassindudeissooooooobvious reaches over me to give him a slip of paper and we walk in while he's reading it.
Glass covers exhibits of weird glowing things and we move to the center of the room in the middle of the bustling crowd. People just walk around us, too busy with their own business to worry about us and the lady from the line walks by and shoves something into Mr. Black Coat's hands. He twists it over in his gloved hand and looks at me with a grin on his face I can't quite see. Small bursts of flame erupt from the tiny rock and we're both elbowing our ways to the other side of the room in the next breath. The lady is directly across from us, nearest the doorway. She waved her fan again.
The guy taps my shoulder and I know what he means without his asking. Generally, when I dream, I get this weird mark on left hand. The mark started stretching and ran up my arms, presumably my back and onto my right arm. I snapped my fingers and all the light provided by the fire and torches suddenly muted and died, but that's not even the coolest part. I had this weird sensation like a cool breeze on the parts of the skin that was marked and a weird electrical surge that didn't hurt. The mark didn't really glow when I did anything, but it got this weird silverish look to it.
-cough-Loveluciddreaming-cough-
People turned in circles, confused as the only light came from tiny little figures in the cases. The lady showed up in front of us again and Metal-Mask(that's his permanent name. I like this one the most.) disappeared in the crowd with her. Finding a gap in my dream to do something interesting, I tip-toed over to the figures that people were completely ignoring in the chaos. They were all different, but similar to the last. Weird lines in 3D glowed random colors and spun at varying speeds. So I did what everyone would do: I reached for one through the glass as the mark stretched itself up my arm as I reached out, the glass amplifying the silvery look to it. My hands found a little faint red mess of sharp points spinning rapidly first and I pulled it out of the glass with me. It began to lose its definition and seep into my skin as I closed my hands in reaction to the weird numbing feeling. The figure crushed into my skin and disappeared with a weird tingle.
I felt another tap on my shoulder and Metal-Mask dragged the back of my collar a few feet away from the container before I caught up with his blistering speed. A shadow was lying limp on his shoulder as the lady kept a few paces behind us, smiling and catching the eye of anyone around. The line had dispersed by the time we were outside and a dimly lit river stood against the darkness of the night. We moved a bit quicker in the clear outdoors and we sliding down a bank to a small boat before any of the other patrons had found their way outside.
The lady was running towards us, having disposed of the dress, fan and any other fascinatingly dull baubles. She jumped into the boat and Metal-Mask pushed off, everyone exchanging a slight smirk as the body in the boat gave a neurotic shudder.
A slight roar erupted in the background and a yellow fire burst out of the first window, eating wooden planks by the second. I didn't seem too bothered by it, though. They probably deserved it, but I wondered if the other glowy-happy things survived.


There's three other parts to this dream, but I am WAAAY too lazy to type it all up.

02.06.2014

Sooner than Later (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I receive some kind of precognition that an airplane is going to kill me. I'm standing outside on a dark hill, when I see an airplane about to crash from the sky above me.

I run, barely escaping the impact. Then, another falls and I barely dodge this one as well. I realize it does not matter how many times I try to escape-- death will come for me in the end. I decide it is best to let it happen now.

As I stand still, waiting for the next plane to strike... Nothing happens. It seems that my acceptance of fate has caused me to circumvent the accident.

02.06.2014

More Bullies (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alternate Universe. I seem to be a 7 or 8 year old boy, sitting at a table in a classroom. There are two larger boys sitting across from me who always like to bully me. I'm reading a book out of a large stack I have, trying to ignore them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see them steal several of my books. I've decided that I'm tired of their crap, so I set my book down slowly and give them a dangerous look. "Give those back," I growl.

They laugh mockingly. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"I'm going to count to 5," I tell them. "If you don't put my books back on the table by then, I'm going to stab you." They seem unsettled by my sudden change in demeanor. I pretend to continue reading my book nonchalantly as I count. "1.... 2..... THREE....." The boys hurry to put the books back on the table. The largest boy gets up and walks off to sit at a different table.

The boy who's left picks up another of my books and begins to flip through it. He reads a bit of it out loud, then sets it back down. "Um, that's pretty cool," he says.

"I'm surprised you were able to read that much of it," I scoff, not quite ready to forgive his misdeeds against me.

"Me too!" he says happily. He doesn't even realize I was making fun of him...

2.06.14 Thursday

Last night bed 11pm - 8am

The magic hour 11pm came through huge, with some best recall in ages and epic dreams. Also, meditated second time in a day 1 of Anapana Sati (breathing awareness), for 15 min, 10:45-11pm, just before bed.

DR 1:
I'm on top of a not so gently sloping hill, covered in grass. Sun is setting. We were doing something, now, people are walking/running down the hill and I want to shock them with me flying down head first. I look at them sideways if they can see me.

DR 2: 3:30am
I going with my mom to the hospital where she used to work. She is going to ask, if they need her help. I'm sitting in the waiting room, but she is not coming out. There are other patients in beds nearby. A man comes out playing harmonica. I figure he is a doctor.

I'm sitting on right side of a blood drawing tray. Another doctor in lab coat is asking me my name. I tell him I'm Kate's daugter. They know me, since I used to visit my mom ther while she worked there (IWL as well).

I get a funny feeling and I ask a nurse about my mom. She says they took her.

Me and two others steal long knives, and hide them in sleves. We are walking down a long escalator, towards a security station on the bottom. I don't know how, but we get through without beeping. A female security guard comes out after us and now we know, we have an ally in there. She drops a button on the ground and I pick it up. It's a microfilm evidence how the hospital "took" secretary of "something", same as my mom, and many others.

DR 3: 6am
I'm back at the same place from dream before. Only now I'm not alone. There is bunch of people with me and we are storming the place, to liberate all the patients that are held there against their will.

I'm throwing vases and ashtrays at people in the waiting room so they leave, because there is gonna be a firefight and I didn't want them to get hurt. A young black boy throws down from this balcony 3 bracelets. I go down, pick them up and put 2 of them on. He wants them back, but I'm just laughing.

I'm running with a girl in a tow, holding her hand. I peek out from behind a corner and see a shadow of a guy with heat seeking missile. I wait for it, then we ran opposit direction, hiding behind the corner. He shoots one more time, but we make it to safety.

I'm hiding in a small alcove in a wall. One of the bad guy's leaders slides into my view on his knees. I take aim and shoot. I hear my machine gun turn on empty twice. I'm out of ammo. Another bad guy comes from behind the corner and I'm taken captive.

Now I'm laying on the floor, face down, my elbows tucked under me. This rooms seems to be after the fight, where we all gathered to regroup and recoup. Doctor is kneeling next to me. Pulling right arm out to check on it. It's ok. Now the left arm, but this one is not moving. I say maybe the muscles had locked. So he gives me 2 shots in my right shoulder. Somebody comes to talk to me and I realize I'm their leader. Doc treats some wounds I have on left shoulder.

DR4: 8am
I'm waiting for a bus with kate and her kids. Bus comes, she gets on, the door closes, and I'm struggling to open the door with 2 bags in my hand. So I get pissed at her not holding the door open and i stay behind. Then I look at the bags and they are both hers. Crap. Now I have to take the bags to her. I check if her phone is there, but it's not. Good, so I can call her to tell her when I'm bringing her bags.

Now for good 10 min, I'm trying to punch in her numbers. This is crazy and so frustrating. In order to get to each individual right numeral, I need to scroll through what seems like dozens of characters. I'm going out of my mind. I'm sitting inside, then I move outside, but there is a busy street with tour buses going by and bunch of people talking, including a group of foreigners sitting at a large table.

I see a small white fluffy dog wondering around. Seems like his leash is broken, but when I get closer, I see that he is on a very long leash that winds all over the place. So i let him be.

DR5:
I just walked to the top of a tall, rocky mountain. Like in Himalayas. Sharp peak, all snowy. We are inside of a glass lookout place. I look out, and there is a walkway around the mountain, with a simple guard rail. The wind is howling, we can hear it all the way inside. The snow is coming down like crazy, being whipped by strong winds. It's -110 degrees.

NON LUCID
*Coby talks to me about my sister.
*My uncle can walk again thanks to some new technology.
*Reading about tonglen practice and how it should be conducted with the view of shunyata.


LUCID
*I don't remember when exactly I became lucid. I just remember attempting to teleport by covering my eyes with my hands then willing myself to a new location. As I was doing this everything faded into a blue sky like back ground. Then I thought maybe I should invoke a code name that represents by desired location that directly communicates to my sub conscious and it worked! The first time a successfully went from one location to a completely different one.

I just remember my Dad was in it, that's all I can remember. I don't remember any special feeling along with it.

There were two groups, one consisted of three people and the other of two, which were required to go through an obstacle course. I was in the first group but I cant remember the characters. I am pretty positive Millhouse from the Simpsons was on my team. It felt like we had been shrunk down in size. We started by jumping off a cliff and used our parachutes. It felt kinda like a video game and I am pretty sure we encountered Super Mario characters (like the turtles ect). Our team kept failing so we were brought back to the beginning numerous times.

Then I was watching a woman with short blonde hair gets fired from her military job. This happens on an airplane. She is trying not to cry and but you can tell she is really upset. She kinda gestured for a hug from the officer that just fired her and he is just look at her like "are you crazy" . Then one guy is like "sure i'll hug you" and so they did. I don't appear to be in the scene but I am thinking is, if women join the army do you have to cut their hair short.

I take an airplane to the city and I am sitting on a some stairs in front of a building. I am thinking if the grocery store across the street closes at 8 or 9pm because I need to pick up some things. As I contemplate this the time gets closer to 8 until I have about five minutes left. I run over to the store and I ask the manager/owner if I can have a chicken for free like it says in the paper. She was an older lady and I remember her laying on the floor . I left the store but I didn't buy anything however I did discover that they do in fact close at 9pm so I felt good.

Then I was wearing my bike helmet and waiting to cross the street. I missed an opportunity to go when the lights changed and now there were a bunch of bikers blocking my path. They left but a parade started to happen. I saw a girl I knew from school, she waved at me and I waved back. I realized that the parade was actually a wedding party in the street. I was walking through it and suddenly the manager from the grocery store comes up, grab somebody's camera, and takes a Polaroid picture of her ass. People are offended and two woman start talking about how beautiful she used to be.

It starts to work with recognizing dream-signs - I had three spontaneous, but short lucid episodes last night.
Recognizing dream-signs.
In the first instance I summoned somebody successfully - I had thought of doing that going to bed.
The night before I had dreamt of him and wanted to meet and talk to him again.
Again using pretend-remembering - and he was around the corner, I choose.
This was the first time, I managed (second time I tried) to summon a real life person.

He sat on the floor and was unfortunately pretty life-less initially.
So I started engaging in conversation - and that dragged me back into non-lucidity.
But I enjoyed it.

Somewhere in between - I didn't journal, but woke up between dreams and recapitulated a bit - there was a nice dream-animal again - close to this summoning episode somewhere.
But this time it was different - bit over-colourful, bigger and with regular four legs (the other one had hind-legs like a rodent and the butt close to the floor).
But again with many, many vibrating whiskers - not only around the nose.
Didn't look as cute as the first one - rather silly - like having had a collision with a rainbow.

In a later dream I recognized my "most persistent one"- that I am overjoyed, that our old house in Bavaria still stands. Which it doesn't - and that came to me. And twice that spiked lucidity.
So I had a bit of playtime, which I spent with flying and walking about and marvelling at how even more beautiful the village had become in the meantime.

Ah - not to forget: This was a really vivid, colourful and detail-rich dream - lucidly and non-lucidly!

But stupidly - I went to where the house used to stand, and took a look at the several story nasty stuff, that had been built there instead - at least my imaginary version of it - and again it was strong emotions that robbed me of the lucidity.

I spent the rest of the dream berating and being quite cruel to my mother - mainly for having sold it for an apple and an egg (which is true).
Having her at my hands (or mouth, better to say - I am more in the verbal violence department) seemed more important than having a lucid dream.
Didn't do me good - didn't wake up satisfied, but feeling pretty lousy.
Not nice - waking up from being hateful.

Early evening of February 6th, 2014. Thursday.



This particular dream came about from more time in one “pulsing” session than usual, yet with shorter phrasing. Normally, I do feel as if my body is light and “misty” and any prior pain or discomfort vanishes completely (and stays gone for some time). I did not include any imagery programming of any kind (or any intended type of memory of visual activation), just general powerful phrases that have worked throughout my lifetime (although I do try new variations quite often - in this case I also used “Infinite Mind” in the phrasing as well as the usual “maximum well-being”). I was at the computer with headphones projecting my audio tracks at a very low volume, yet after about two hours of not paying much attention (consciously) to the sounds, I heard a very clear and distinctive “blip” in my right ear of the kind I have heard all my life when slipping into certain states of consciousness (usually when near some level of approaching hypnagogia). This is always the exact same sound and awareness shift, almost like hearing a drop of rain splashing on the top of a thin metal lid of a small jar. The sound has never varied in any way in my lifetime even slightly, which makes me know it is some sort of physical function relating to changes in consciousness and hypnagogia. It does not seem to relate at all to sleep paralysis - which always has a quite different higher-pitched oscillation, which also has always been exactly the same throughout my life in that state.

I almost lost consciousness without wanting to (my fault for letting the phrasing continue so long without focusing on an intended meditation session but I do this knowing that I do not have to actively listen for it to “work”) - and very suddenly - although I was not aware of any stable portal at the time regardless of the first “blip”. Being at this level with this particular type of special affirmation sequencing puts me in an extremely deep state even when not even listening at all - from a perceived “misty” or cloud-like physical form (by which I can still function well enough) to rock-heavy sensations (not commercial products - I only ever use my own work and knowledge of such - most commercial “tools” are not only “incorrect” - sometimes seemingly on purpose, likely to continue to make money from gullible people - but counterproductive or even dangerous or foolish by what they imply). As it was, I became too sleepy and physically “stunned” (not tired - there is a clear difference) to continue any work at the time, so I turned off the audio and rested a bit in bed. After a time, I fell into a very odd “stop” state as if I briefly died and had to “reignite myself” but not with the usual rekindled force of will - I did yell in real life at the time. After this happened, I felt very young and energized to the point where a very vague physical discomfort I had was no longer there anywhere at all - which lasted about a full twenty-four hours (often, though, such sessions do not show results until twenty-four hours later - it depends on the phrasing and how gerunds are used, it seems). Again, the “body as mist” awareness. I am honestly not sure how “material-based” or substantial this is - I am not sure of the full physical repercussions; that is, if my DNA is somehow altered - as it does seem so - I did gain full use of my left hand as a child when all the “experts” said it would not be possible due to separated nerves and tendons and the screw-up the doctor did. I did make a bad toothache vanish in a short time years ago - by which a sound like a large rock or boulder “speaking” hit me (and it seemed slightly annoyed - or maybe I perceived it incorrectly as I did not grasp what it said - but it was layered and very “loud” and in an extremely low pitch and frequency) and the toothache vanished and never came back. Similar things have happened including with the back pain I had sometime back where I could barely move without a lot of pain - but now I seem physically normal again.

During this time, I dreamed vividly of the backyard in Cubitis. I recalled something I had almost forgotten over the years - which is quite clear and vivid as I “float” around the imagery. It was the concrete birdbath my father had made my mother in the center of the yard. It was fairly large with a square top and a little “island” in the center. He wrote (engraved by moving the wet concrete) the year (and some other details including, I believe, my mother’s first name) on the top (I believe it was 1975). Also, I recall the tall round green bird-feeder we had (on a green pole). This is quite strange in how I had not held these two features in my mind for some time. I felt a sense of love and timelessness. The birdbath almost seemed like a “missing piece” of some kind and was also very clear in residual hypnopompic levels.

Fragment:

Some really scary clown with yellow skin and white eyes. The sky was dark bluish and there were stars out.
Dream:
Fairly accurately recalled the scene from the end of Star wars: Empire Strikes Back. Luke and Darth are fighting. Luke gets his hand cut off by Darth. Darth gets this really awesome shot of himself walking through a thick smoke cloud and his breathing mask sounds really cool (though a bit different than it does in the movie). Luke climbs out onto the pylon and Darth tries to persuade him to join the dark side. The dialogue is a bit different. Luke seems more calm, and Vader, a bit more persuasive. The scene started to stray more from the movie here.
Han solo was preparing to rescue Luke, but in order to do so, he blew a big hole in the bottom of cloud city using the falcon's lasers. Luke let go of the pylon and fell out of the city and into Han's ship.

*Side note: In my first Lucid Dream, when I was a kid, I defeated Darth Vader.

Dream: (Wish I recalled more of this)
Some kind of military training exercise taking place over a mountainous rainforest. Each team gets three of these huge flying warships that looked very sci-fi. Each team had one carrier (carried planes and tanks, mostly), One command ship (communicated and coordinated with the other units on your team.) and a Battleship, designed to be used in direct combat.
I only recall the ending. I was on the edge main deck of the carrier, trying to shoot down aircraft with my rifle. My rifle was very sci-fi and fired these blue plasma blasts. I couldn't hit anything, the enemy was too fast.
The enemy battleship rose up from behind a mountain and fired a laser at us. It hit right below where I was standing and blew a big hole in the side of the carrier. The carrier began to tilt to my side and I fell off of the deck.
Before I could hit the ground, somebody ended the simulation, told me that our team had lost, and woke me up.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm on a street and there are huge doors on both sides, gold, silver (both have a big hat imprint above the door in the same colour) and brown (wood i think), I go through the top right door (brown) and inside is a really old and dusty room made of wood, there's a wooden rocking chair, I look towards the back and see a wooden staircase on the back wall going up.

I decide to venture forth up the stairs leading to an upstairs area...meeting me is a bulldog atop of the stairs (hes white with brown splodges).

Other things:
White sheet Ghost

2. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in Minecraft following this guy to a project hes working on. we have to wait to get past these 3 huge doors because they are quite slow at opening...eventually we get through and we end up at this maze thing made of yellow wool mostly with coloured stripes going length-ways.

We go inside and he shows me around and I'm thinking it reminds me of bit-trip runner.

3. [Non-Lucid]
Having an argument with mum and step dad about me going to cort which ends up me running off into my room and blocking the door, then I think they throw a rock through my window. I wake and let out a quite-ish AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

4. [Non-Lucid]
Talking to a few people about movies and someone mentions a haunting kinda film and I'm like hell no to the guy beside me, my Nan is sat infront and I mentioned she or whoever else watch "Her", had to say it a second time as she didn't hear me.
Possible dream signs:
Nan, "Her", doors

Hi! I'm back on Dreamviews after a pause, and now i'm back again.

I had a really intressting dream tonight, i was in the 1920s and i had my mobile phone with me. I asked them what year it was and they said it was the 1920s, and told something about a war. (Must have been ww1)

After that, i told them that i was from 2014, and they was very chocked, and i showed them the phone. It was really hard to explain how the phone worked, and i asked them if the knew what the radio was, and they have heard of it. I told them that the phone was the same thing, but MUCH newer. They kind of understand, but they tought that i was strange. I had a video loaded on Youtube on the phone, it was something about USAs president, and they got mad at me when i showed it.

This isn't the only dream i had, i had others aswell, about a future house i was in, it had pipes, that you could crawl in to get to other rooms, it was a lablike house, very modern. My family was sitting in a sofa, and i was infront of them, this is where i got Lucid, but it was really strange and it didnt last long.

I also had a dream about collecting money on some beach, and there was other kids there aswell