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I enter a dream and immediately recognize it. I had this dream before. I'm in Lisbon and there's a demonstration on the streets. I'm coming from an inclined street that meets the main street up there, with an iron fence along its side, and I am about to join the people marching.
But this time I come here with a slight time difference from the other dream, so I wonder what different things will happen due to this time shift.
I meet Diana with some girl friends. She is marching and crying. Her friends say that she lost her studio and might also lose her house. I tell her she can always come to stay with me. She says thanks but she continues crying.
Then we arrive at some improvised amusement park someone set up at the end of the march. There I meet Ruby, she doesn't recognize me so I pretend I also don't know who she is. They are trying some radical games available and I join them. It's them against me racing at a circuit full of obstacles and challenges. I look like spider-man moving around and I reach the end of it in no time. They are so late I decide entering some cafeteria to eat something. A guy comes to me
holding an apple and saying I must eat it. "Sorry?"
"You did not eat your fruit portion at lunch and the rules must be followed. Eat the apple or you're grounded!"
"Excuse me, you must be mistaking me for someone else. I eat all my veggies and surely more than apple a day, so you don't need to worry."
He doesn't believe me and keeps nagging me to eat the "goddamn apple". I move on.

I reach home and meet a demonic being, like a 3 mts tall black spectre, trying to kill my neighbours: a couple of brazilians and the lady is pregnant. He is after some gold piece that they have and they don't understand why it is important.
I fight the demon to help them. It is so very strong. He seems surprised I'm actually offering a fight, because he says nobody ever escapes his mortal blows. I don't win the beast but he is upset with the resistance found, so he leaves, promising to come back, as no one ever escapes him.
But one day I come back home with a friend and find at my door a carton box on the floor. My friend opens it and it is covered in blood and contains a dead foetus inside. Then I know he killed my neighbours and got what he wanted. My friend vomits.

Go for a walk near the beach and I see Jon Stewart surrounded by his staff. I feel like talking to him, but so does hundreds of other people, so I decide not to. I just watch as they go to two huge buses personalized with prints of the Daily Show and they are like a mansion on wheels. One of them even has a horse trailer attached. I wonder why they need it.
I manage to get a peak to the inside and it looks awesome. There are trays full of the most delicious cakes. But a lady tells the staff that they are only allowed to eat the cakes after they come up with some ideas for the upcoming shows. They sound like disappointed kids "Awwwww!".

let me explain my title! haha my nickname is anal because of the first four letters of my name ( Analise ) excuse the shortness! i haven't done this in awhile so i only have 1 or 2 short dreams a night?

Boats 11.11.2012
i was on a boat that was a cream colour and i was the only person who was on it, i had drove the boat into this tight arch and the entire dream was in sepia? it had a vintage feel to it. Anyways... i could see all these children with there parents with those remote controlled boats and i felt incredibly bad as i just ruined it for them due to the slight waves i was causing. I felt like i was in europe by my self roaming each city.

Interpretation...
i had been speaking to my group of friends recently by going on some boat cruises when we go on holiday in a few weeks to celebrate end of school also i had recently watched a youtube video with remote control helicopters that people were playing with. Europe is also my dream place i want to travel to i speak about it constantly and im hoping to go there by my self and to roam city to city

Lucid
Advanced ToTM
Basic ToTM


I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and suddenly I wonder how I got there. I become lucid and plug my nose to be sure. I get up, start sprinting, and I phase through everything. I figure out that sooner or later I'll end up outdoors. I stop mid-stride because I see a classmate of mine arguing with her boyfriend. Then ZAP!*

I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and I have the feeling this has happened before. I realize I just had this dream a moment ago, and that I even became lucid. Once again, I become very aware of the dream. I try to think of the tasks I wanted to do, and I remember the tasks of the month. I can't find any writing materials, so I walk up to one of the food stalls. It has a small fridge with a clear door, and some drinks inside. It must be very chilly in there because the glass was very foggy with small ice crystals on the surface. I point my finger over the glass, thinking about the word NOVEMBER. I start writing it backwards, creating letters by clearing the crystal fog: R-E-M... Wait what. Why did I write REM? Lol. I try again, successfully this time. R-E-B-M-E-V-O-N. Surprisingly, the letters don't change or morph. I double-check my work two more times, until I am satisfied that I spelt it right.*

I walk away from the stall and think about my next task – hunting a turkey. But before I could do anything...ZAP!

I am in a mall with some friends. I am sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. I immediately become lucid a third time, thinking how weird it is that the dreams seem to be restarted from the same point over and over again. At this point my awareness is quite good, having been lucid just moments ago. I still have my turkey task in mind, so I close my eyes and imagine seeing my preferred weapon beside me when I open them. I reopen my eyes and sure enough, there it is. A 17th century crossbow gun. It looks even cooler in person! It looks brand new, wooden, with little golden details in swirly patterns. I grab it, and at first I fidget with it because I am unsure about how to hold it, plus it was heavier than I expected. I eventually figure it out, and for some reason I forget about the weight. I approach the same food stall I approached for the spelling task. I grab the fridge handle, close my eyes and pull it open. At once, a turkey came out of it, clucking as it trots away. Then another one comes out, and another, and another. Finally, after about 5 turkeys have gone away, I start to run after them with my crossbow. I have my eye on one of the turkeys, which has just turned a corner. I sprint after it, slipping slightly on the floor every few meters or so. I don't even notice all the people in the mall gazing at me.*

The turkey stops by one of the ATM's in the far corner, a few feet from a dude withdrawing money from the machine. I am about 75 meters from it. I aim my crossbow at the turkey, and I fire away. There is a distinct snapping sound as the arrow shoots into the air. I realize I'm a really bad shot, because I didn't hit the turkey. Oh sh*t I just hit the dude. He limps down to the floor without a sound. Without a second thought, I aim the crossbow at the turkey again, with a new arrow magically in place. I fire, and imagine the arrow hitting the turkey. And it does. The arrow pierces the turkey's throat, and it falls to the floor, dead and bloodied. I run up to the turkey (who cares about the dude? ) and I grab it by the leg. Then some bystander who watched the whole thing yelled "WHAT ABOUT THAT POOR MAN YOU SHOT!?" I turn to the bystander, take a step back, and throw the dead turkey at him. He runs away, and I start walking away too, thinking about the awesomeness of what I just did.

I walk to one of the food stalls, looking for something to drink. There is nothing particularly on my mind, so this must be why I start to lose lucidity and eventually drift into a short nonlucid about my family before I finally wake up.

Desert Sands

I'm traveling through the desert in a game, trying to get somewhere. It's interesting, because the style of the graphics changes depending on the game location. I enter a city that has a resident wizard who's been putting up some defenses. With the help of some allies, I climb a rocky cliff to where he's shooting spells at us, and one of my allies stabs him, despite the warning of a citizen that he should not. Then the citizen explains that killing the wizard won't remove the defenses, because he's cheated death using a strange temple. The temple has something to do with a green emerald, which is linked to an earlier part of the story: one of the main characters accidentally dropped something here that made it a focus point for magical energy.

Bed Space

I've been sharing a king-sized bed with two girls I know. Usually I sleep on one side or the other, but tonight, even though I get there last, I insist on sleeping in the middle.

La Madrugada

My family's woken up at the crack of dawn to go on a trip. It's dark and cold in the house, and no one seems to want to make much noise. I look over the bag of food we've packed. There are some M&Ms.

Nudism

I'm watching a video made by my aunt and her daughters. It's a sort of coming out video, where they explain about their family's nudist beliefs and then take off all of their clothes.

Acting Club

I'm standing by a car parked on the side of the road at night. The captain of the acting club is there with me, trying to figure out where the heck is everyone. We just got a whole stack of new scripts, and we need to start working on them right away if we're going to be prepared for the performance. The captain is about to give up and start recruiting new members from scratch, but another club member convinces her to wait long enough for someone to run inside the school to round people up. The person takes a while to return, and we're about to lose hope, but then we see a group of people coming around the corner far away. One person, three, four . . . ten! And more are still coming! She must have known exactly where to look for the other members. I suppose that makes sense: attendance has been pretty poor lately, but it's just because everyone's stressed about schoolwork.

There is a storm coming. Flooding is being considered a very realistic danger. I am preparing my home for the impact. It is a very cloudy, gray day outside. i am trying to lure all of the (stray?) dogs into my home. There is a man in uniform here momentarily. He is helping me, prepare of maybe just nudging me to hurry the preparations before the storm sets in good. I think he is a fireman. As he is leaving I go through the double garage doors to the stairs that lead to my home. I turn back and request that he shut the garage doors on his way out.

"There is a button near the top of the door inside. You can push it and still make it through the door in time."

I am starting to panic and become paranoid now. I'm worried that he won't close the door properly and wondering if I'll have enough time to do it myself.

Inside and out we prepare. Mom is here as well as Suzette. At least two times I notice a cigarette on the floor and consider smoking it. A single one. We stand at the side of the house where a chorus of electronic, chords and outlets are strewn about, plugged into the house. We are discussing weather or not to take them in the house. Which seems silly to me.

Every time I go into my house or some aspect of my house, I am put through this complicated entry process involving a computer with code, password, algorithm etc. I get confused every time I try and remember the entry yet I know that I know it. The entry is like an elevator with a lot of yellow, metal and glass.
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I am going down a familiar hallway in a familiar place.
Very cave like with stone.
Like the inside of a castle on Mario Land.
I go to take an elevator contraption to another area but jump on after it starts back down.
Now I am on the top of the elevator/lift contraption.
I remember thinking that it's okay if I die because I have an infinite number of lives here.
And as I descend with the lift, I begin to wonder if it will hurt.
Just as I'm starting to worry, we take a sharp stop then turn.
The lift is now traveling horizontally.
The walls of the shoot are like mining tunnels.
All packed dirt, stone and wooden beam.
I see that up ahead I'm going to run into something that will surely mangle and kill me.

"But it's okay," I think to myself, "because I have more lives. But will it hurt?"

I begin to feel the pressure of this vague obstacle coming down upon me, squeezing the life from me. No pain.

11-12-12

Due to not writing this down upon waking, I have lost my memory of a fair amount of it. (I didn't want to write it down because there was just SO MUCH to it!)

At the beginning, I was doing something I don't remember, and then I went into this sort of cafe/floral mall. After exploring around a bit (man, I LOVE exploring!), I ended up working there for the day. At the end of the day, there occurs a gap in my memory.

Anyways. When my memory picks up, I'm on a shore talking to someone that reminds me of my dad about some destination or something. He hands me an advanced volt meter just like my dad has back home and turns the dial to a certain setting. He told me to input a certain set of numbers that seem much like coordinates, and I did. The screen flickered, and then started up like a colored pixel display. (e.g., an LCD.) A horizon appeared on it, and as I would tilt the meter, the image would shift. The image also would shift relative to some unseen variable, and I assumed (accurately) that I was to keep it stabilized -- with both the horizon and the sun, centered, in view.
As I did, we began to float and then to fly away from the shore we had been standing on. We flew in a straight line toward the sun, and soon we were flying over parallel, minecraft-style (read: blockish) outcroppings on a shallows. An out-of-place tree was on one of the outcroppings.
Outcroppings? I don't know... like a sandbar, but made of secure dirt. With grass. Like in Minecraft.

Quickly we arrived at the shore, and all the land about us was like im Minecraft, except it was like the generation algorithms were actually accurate to real life. (sans dirtbar-outcroppings)
I don't remember what we did there or what the purpose was in us going there, but I do remember that it was a pretty awesome if not somewhat mystic sort of place.


Another breaks occurs in my memory, and then I'm in my dorm room (sort of). A is there, and she's reeeeaaaaly tired. I'm pretty much hugging her nearly-bare self to keep her from falling in a heap onto the floor. I look to the other person in the room (Maybe J or M) and ask the something, but they're "not sure".
I decide to lay A down on the bed, but when I do she pulls me down on top of her. I realize that she's already completely fallen asleep and decide to just forget it (that is, whatever it was I was worrying about) and go to bed there.
And so, for the first time ever, I actually fall asleep in my dream.

When I woke to real life, I could still feel her sleeping there, even though I was alone.

took: no galantamine, no WBTB
lucid dreaming: 0 lucid experiences

Dream of: 08 November 2012 "A Spiritual Group"

While I'm in Portsmouth with a black-haired woman with whom I'm connected and who somewhat resembles Carolina, I decide I would like to form a group of people with whom I can talk - a spiritual group. The black haired woman and I each create a big white sign using black letters to advertise for such a group and we hang the signs on a building on a corner where the old Giovanni's pizza shop used to be in downtown Portsmouth when I was a teen-ager.
While the black haired woman and I were still in the car, I noticed a word which I thought she had misspelled on her sign. The word she had written was "tipple", while I thought she had meant to write "temple" in accordance with the spiritual nature of the group. So I was taken aback when she asked me if I knew what a "tipple" was; I had trouble finding the word in my mind when I searched for it. Finally I blurted out something like "it is the tip of a person's tit". The word still didn't sound quite right to me but I thought I had correctly stated the meaning of "tipple".
The woman and I are on our way to the meeting which is scheduled to begin at twenty after the hour and we are almost ten minutes late because it is already almost half past the hour. When we finally arrive at a building in the general area where the Scioto County Democratic Headquarters is located close to downtown Portsmouth, I am surprised to see that about 30 people are already sitting in chairs in the room.
I walk into the room and stand in front of a wide assortment of adults. They all seem comfortable so I start talking. I explain that the idea is for us to have a spiritual group. I explain that I'm not talking about a religious group and that its "not a Christian group, or a Jewish group, or Buddhist" and I even add somewhat surprisingly "or a Taoist". I envision the group as being one where we talk about God even though the belief in God will not be a requirement for being in the group. I tell everyone it is not necessary for a person to believe in God in order to be in this group, and then I add, however, "I do believe in God."
Once I have made my proclamation, others also begin talking. They seem friendly enough. Soon someone asks about a raffle. I learn that apparently when they had arrived, everyone had put a ticket in a jar. Someone asserted that these kind of groups always have a raffle and I suddenly begin to think that everyone came for the raffle because they think they might win something. I find the raffle distasteful, but I don't yet know how I will be able to suppress it. For today, however, I think we will have to draw a ticket for some prize, but I certainly don't know what that prize will be.
As we talk more, I further learn that many of these people have been in twelve-step groups. I adamantly assert that this is not a twelve-step group and that this group is not like that. At the same time, I think this group might have some similarities to twelve-step groups. I'm not sure of that yet. I not sure of where we're headed with this group.
Everyone else is still sitting while I continue standing in front of the group. As I walk around the room, at one point I realize that I'm actually standing behind the way the chairs are facing and that everyone has their necks turned around facing backwards.
I'm thinking clearly. My words are clear and coherent.
A fellow (about 20 years old) to my right has stood up and started talking. Another woman (about 40 years old) in the group says something about him which indicates that she knows him. It sounds as if they might have worked together. As he starts walking toward me, I grimace to see that he is completely naked and that he appears to have an erection. In troubling display, his overly large penis is sticking straight out horizontal to the floor. I don't intend to stop people from coming to the group naked, but this fellow definitely makes me uneasy. When I look back at him a second time, I see that he is actually wearing underwear. I tell the group that I had had an "hallucination" for a moment that the man had been completely naked. After the semi-nude man sits back down, I say something about how "we even have a naked man in here now". That rather bothers me.
A girl asks if everyone thinks they know each other and people seem to acknowledge recognizing each other. I ask if anyone thinks that anyone in here is dangerous. They seem to think that it is possible, but no one seems particularly concerned about that.
At the end I think I might put up $10 myself for the raffle. Its worth it to me if we meet just once a week. I can put up $10 each week. Just the benefit for me of being in a group like this is valuable to me. I would be willing to put up $10 a week simply to entice people into the group.




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My dream recall has been crap lately, but I had a lucid dream last night. For as happy as I am that I became lucid, I didn't really enjoy this dream as much, for as cool as it sounds.

I was in a Hunger Games sort of situation. I can remember running though the woods being chased by this girl with a handgun. The woods were mostly pine trees, but eventually I burst out into a clearing. The clearing had more shrubbery and smaller plants, and there was a distinct orange lighting to the scene.
When I got into the clearing, I realized that I'd been following a dirt trail that led to a three way junction. It was at about this time that my pursuer opened fire on me. I ran to the left. I was getting tired of running.
I kind of looked up to my left. Bullets were flying by me. Then I said something to myself.
"Well, It doesn't matter if I get hit, I'm dreaming anyway."
I get lucid and immediately stop running. I start to walk back towards the girl. She is still shooting at me, but missing.
I walk closer, and knowing that this is the Hunger Games, I want to kill her. But she shoots me right in the chest. I look down and see the bullet on the ground in front of me.
I walk over in front of her. She is too terrified to run. She drops the gun.
At this point, I kicked her in the chest and pushed her down. I stood on her with one foot. She and I wrestled around for awhile, but it was no contest, me being lucid. I was fighting her off with just one foot.
Eventually, I killed her. I didn't take a good look at this girl until after I killed her. She had an ugly, wrinkly face, a sort of square, fat body, and thin, tangled hair. I can remember her wearing a sort of plaid jacket.
Normally, at this point, I would move onto pursuing one of my goals, but I haven't been focused on lucid dreaming lately, and couldn't think of any. I had this violent impulse. I wanted someone else to fight, someone that would be more of a challenge.
I tried to conjure another combatant. I just wanted them to appear in front of me. I started noticing a fog matching a flesh tone, and it taking the shape of a human body. But at this point, I woke up.

Nov 11, 2012

The name 'Raon' came to mind. I'm trying to learn how to fly in my dragon form, but I keep falling. I find it hard to get up even to the second level of a building. I mostly just stay in my room in a dormitory. I occupy a room, but there should be an extra bed there, where I put my disorganized stuff. I'm told someone's going to rent the other bed soon. I have to arrange my stuff but felt so lazy.

Direk A. comes in and talks to me. I think it was about my learning to fly. He didn't stay long. Just kind of reminded me.

I am in a place outside, in the streets. I am with Red S. and a few people. We are talking about ghosts and stuff. Became partially aware of being in a dream, and that I should wake up.

Woke up not feeling well still. Feeling anxious.

This dream was a couple of nights ago and i was just wondering wether i was actually lucid. I woke up a lot that night , it seemed to be pretty much after every dream. I was lying awake after what i thought was just another time i had woken up. I was just led there trying to get back to sleep and then for some reason i thought to myself "i wonder if this is a dream?". I didn't really think i would be because when ever i do do a reality check I'm in reality. I decided to do one anyway. I started by looking at my hands. I had done a reality check just before i went to sleep and could not even see my hands because it was to dark and yet this time when i looked at them i could see them. When i first looked at them they seemed normal but as i looked closer i realised my fingers would shrink down and then grow again , one by one. I thought to myself "shit am i actually dreaming?" already getting very excited. I then tried to push my finger through the palm of my hand but instead of it actually going through, it shrunk down the more i pushed in and then as i brought it back it grew again. By this point i was really freaking out with excitement as i had been trying for quite a while. I decide to see if i could float up out of my bed. I then noticed my excitement and noticed the dream fading away. I thought i should probably rub my hands together before doing anything but as i did the dream was gone. Im not sure if i went straight into another dream or woke up, i just dont remember anything else.

I was really excited when i woke in the morning that i was getting closer to having a lucid dream. I would be grateful if someone could reassure me one wether this was the beginning of a lucid dream or not ?

Thoughts | Non-Lucid | Lucid | Techniques/Aids

11PM-8AM
SSILD at bedtime
2 Valerian Root, 2MG Melatonin, 1 glass apple juice

Fragment 11:55PM

I feel like I am stuck in sleep. Sensory strangeness and abstract images.

Sisters Funeral 2:28AM

I go to a funeral for my older sister in a park. It looks like summer and is bright and sunny. My younger sister is sitting in a chair up front and crying. There was some thought about her death being at 2:00. I comfort my sister and cry with her.

WBTB alarm 4AM

Chemical Plant 4:00AM

I work at some chemical plant. I start to wonder around. I climb up a latter and come out of a hatch in the ground. I see men in suits and hard hats touring the outside area. I try to avoid them because I feel like I don't belong here. It looks like a steel structure is being built. I turn around to go back. There is a black mass of stuff that looks like charcoal wood. It is repelling me away and making it hard for me to walk. I struggle against it. The force feels like two magnets with opposite poles. I end up crawling back to the hatch. I wake up and my whole body shutters.

Another glass of apple juice
Back to Bed 4:30AM
SSILD Then WILD

Out of Control 5:29AM

For some reason I pull over to the side of the road to check on my son. Then the car rolls away and down the side of an over pass. I run to it. It is now small like a toy. I pick it up with my right and can carry it up the hill. I place it down and it is full size now. A cop starts harassing my and telling me that he has to take my son with him because I am unfit to drive with him in the car. I scream and yell and curse him. I argue and refuse to let him take my son.

Camp 8:00AM

I am working at a church camp. I am hurrying and getting dressed to be some place early so I can get paid. J from work is there. She is going with me. I can't find my wife. She has the baby in some room. I hear him crying. I wanted to kiss her goodbye but there is no time. The scene changes and I am driving with J. It looks like downtown Joplin and I am confused about were I was going. I thought the camp was in Texas.

Half-Dream time unknown

And I looking at a pool with strange lanes and different depths. I am debating going in or not. I think Michael Phelps is around someplace.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #29: The Lucidity Machine

Wife, dressed in a labcoat, straps me into this huge contraption that we've built called "The Lucidity Machine". She explains that when she turns this on, "you're going to be lucid and the dream will be really pixelly, like an old video game." I tell her that I'm ready. Wife walks over to a huge rocker switch on the wall, flips it, and I'm lucid.

As promised, my view of everything is extremely pixellated, reminiscent of classic Atari games. I'm immediately reminded of Adventure:



I appear to be in a low-resolution version of the same room but Wife is no longer here. I get out of the machine, focusing on sharpening the scene, knowing that it will grow clearer and clearer as I work my way through it. Sure enough, the graphics tighten up with every step that I take and within a few seconds everything's in full clarity.

I walk outside of the building into the sun and my recall gets hazy for a bit here. At some point, I find myself standing in front of a cute bungalo that's surrounded by a broad moat. It has a pleasant garden in front of it and I want to see what's going on in here.

I decide to use a technique that Xanous described in an old DJ entry that I believe he got from Robert Waggoner. Basically, I employ a sort of "targeted flight" where I focus on where I want to go and imagine myself being drawn there rather than on any specific mode of transport, like flight. I focus on a flower in the bungalo's garden and sure enough I'm pulled into a vivid close-up of this bright pink flower.

I hear voices coming from inside the bungalo and my perspective returns to normal. I'm now standing by the front door, safely across the moat. I open the door and walk through a small foyer into a modest bedroom with a window that overlooks the ocean. Two young women in their mid-20s are sitting on a bed taping a video podcast about lucid dreaming. I feel like they must be from DreamViews but they're both strangers to me.

My dream body has sort of faded from my awareness and the two podcasters don't appear to see me, so I just listen. They describe a guy who "built his own lucid dreaming machine" and describe things that I'd done earlier in this dream. I remember them talking about us building the machine in our lab and mentioning something about me hopping on a train (DC nonsense or forgotten scene?)

Suddenly, a group of people in lab counts bursts into the room, completely unnoticed by the podcasters. My friend S from work is part of the group, which is led by an older lady with graying hair. They're an amiable group but they announce that they are here to put a stop to my "abuse" of this "lucidity technology". The gray-haired lady says, "What you did was impressive but now it's gotten out of control." She gestures at the podcasters, and I see that one of them has turned into a 3-foot-tall Asian of indeterminate gender.

Lucidity is probably starting to slip, and I become angry that they want to take this technology away from me. I tell them that they'll never destroy what took years to build. The gray-haired lady says, "You'll find that these things are much easier to destroy than to build." Emotion sweeps me away and I lose my lucidity. I get wrapped up further in this new dream plot but my recall gets very hazy from here.

I'm at my house and I'm and I feel something wiggling around in my ear. I reach in a pull out a worm that's about five inches long. It's dead when it comes out, and I drop it on the ground. I feel another one coming out out the other side. This one is still alive and I bit it half to kill it. Oh that taste was the worst thing I've ever experienced. It was like a combination of dish washing liquid spoiled milk and death. I started heading to the internet to out more on the worm.

I was lucid last night, but the only thing I can remember is...oh wait....

I was in some weird city, and it was ran by this gang I was apart of. We all wore suits except for the women. They dressed like total sluts with different coloured hair. I think the gang was lead by a female which I hit on...but it was more over the top than what I would normally do. She was wearing short white shorts a bikini top and she had bright raid hair. I was really turned on by her, and I directed her attention to my penis. She looks at it makes a comment about the pre cum that was building up around the tip. She said I wouldn't be able to last a minute with her. I told her it's on, and she can bet whatever. She told me that if I didn't, she would have me killed. I agreed, and the rest of the gang escorted me to a limo. We were driving around to another spot to have sex at. We got to this one place, and it was just crazy. There was some class going on, but it was separated. On my left were all European girls, and to the left American girls. The class was about seduction...what to do to turn guys on, so they were just going through the motions of what movements to do. They were all either wearing either bra/panty/stockings combos or slutty school girl out fits......my mind was blown. The gang was telling me "it was nice knowing you". And I told them that they're not going to kill me, because I'm going to have to wake up soon.

Non-Dream
Dream
Lucid

I was agressively pulled from my bed by an evil force and started to fly down the hallway. I was able to catch the frame of the bathroom door and climb into the mirror. After a couple of seconds in a void I found myself at an industrial looking room. I didn't take time to notice my surrondings as I immediatly focused on stabilizing. As I looked down at my hands to begin the process, the dream faded away, probably because my REM period ended.