lucid

Gotta find the right fit
I was some kind of coast guard or sea sanitation worker, and noticed Boyd Fowler (of Dexter) kill someone or dump a body into the sea. He was not alone, he was accompanied by the gay assassin from The Mechanic. I tried to sneak up on them, and to apprehend Boyd with a butterfly net (for some reason), but was noticed, and they almost killed me. They got in their jeep and chased me around the nearby parking lot, but I kept hiding between cars and jumping over them (I generally have that superpower in my dreams).

There's a little gap here, like in a movie, where they've gotten annoyed and left, and I've somehow followed them, though I'm watching "myself" in third person. It seems Boyd sees me, but isn't going to give me away, but the other guy notices him looking over his shoulder and sees me, raising the alarm. I end up in a tree, telling them I've called in FBI investigators and enforcers, and they're screwed. It turns out the FBI woman in charge is Boyd's fiancé, and is supposed to (because it's a movie) defect to him and cause more problems. The character doesn't really want to, though, because she loves her job, so a series of similar-looking women show up. One also likes her job more than she does Boyd, but one does not, so the others leave and she becomes the new FBI woman. Eventually, I simply agree that I'm on Boyd's side (because I have a pretty sketchy sense of morality when I'm in physical danger), and start coming down from the tree.

I'm taking what class?
I was a strange combination of my old school (the one I attended from grades 9-11) and my older school (grades 7 and 8), wandering around, noticing a few attractive women (who I failed to hit on!) around. Something indicated to me that it was time for class, and so I wandered around again, trying to find my Drama classroom. Eventually, I found a sympathetic teacher, who helped me find the class, as it was right beside his. This part of the school was reminiscent of my grade 7-8 school, as the top floor was all "open-concept" classrooms.

I got to my Drama class from behind, and there were a few people sitting on a couch, with the teacher in a chair nearby. Hoping to achieve either humor or inconspicuousness, I vaulted the back of the couch, and landed almost perfectly. The teacher did notice me, however, and chided that I'd missed most of the class. I began to explain what had occurred, when she cut me off "I know, I know, he called me" ("he" being the teacher I'd run in to). She seemed rather amused, though a little annoyed, about the whole thing.

E=mc^2
I was in a dorm of some kind, and was watching it be robbed by an adult and a boy (who had presumably been raised by the adult from a young age). There were all kinds of swords and knives mounted on the wall, and the two began stuffing them into bags. The boy grabbed a sword and hesitated for a moment, when the adult's back was turned, and I knew he wanted to kill the adult. So I crouched down, allowing the boy to run up, step on my back, and launch himself towards the adult. Quite calmly, the man whose death was imminent turned around and, midair, impaled the boy with a sword of his own, stabbing the sword straight down into the ground, through the boy's back.

I decided it was time to get out of there, and wrenched open the door and ran out. It seemed that, at this point, there were still somehow two robbers left, one of whom I recognized as my friend Jake, and another whom I didn't get a good look at. They chased me out of the dorm, I ran across the open-concept hallways, through the library (both familiar to my grade 7-8 school), breaking a light on the ceiling when I sailed over people and bookshelves, and down the stairs, into a room with tons of windows (reminiscent of Waterloo, my next year's school), where I ran into a friend of mine, who seemed amused and confused about why I was running so hard.

I dashed by her, practically ignoring her, and onto a patio, just outside this floor. It was made of actual stone formations, looking not carved by man, and was somewhat oddly-shaped as a result. There was no railing, and so I proceeded to go to the edge, hoping I wouldn't have to jump the 10 feet to the ground outside. I didn't; there where similar stone formations creating steps down to the ground, and I jumped down them and, with the last step being 4-5 feet, rolled when I hit the ground (partly for style, and partly to build that reflex - by this point, I had a sense that it wasn't quite real).

I continued running, asking people if they'd seen Jake. The first person said no, but the second said they'd seem him just looking for me. With no time to explain, I just kept running, and that person went on to tell Jake where I'd gone. I was now approaching a building with awnings on each floor above the door, and a small crowd in front of it. I jumped, grabbing the edge of the awning just above the second floor, trying to pull myself on top of it (though I knew it wouldn't hold my weight). When I started to pull myself up, I could hear the fabric start to rip. Looking down, I could see Jake approaching. I pulled myself up slowly, made it on top and.. I believe the dream was briefly interrupted by my WBTB alarm (PC Alarm Clock Pro, in case anybody's interested; near-recent versions are "procurable").

I was now on the awning just above the first floor, and I rolled off it, landing on my feet. Jake was only a few feet away, and so I began to run. I noticed now that Jake looked more like my other friend Joel, who was now using a very curved blade to slash at me. Over the next minute, it slowly evolved into a frisbee, with the magical ability to cut whatever it hit. He threw it at me, I dodged, and kept running. He threw it again, I dodged, threw it back, missing, and kept running. He threw it again, and somehow, I caught it! This back-and-forth proceeded for a while, until we approached a hedge, with a small hole in it. The hedge was a gateway to another "dimension", and Joel required 5 magical frisbees to open it. He finally procured 4, and I was holding the last one. I threw it at him, hoping to kill him, but it missed, and he opened a portal. I hid.

The Joel who approached me attacked me again, but the frisbee-sword missed, and I was now holding it. I confused "parallel universe" with "parallel antimatter universe", so I pointed out to him that matter and antimatter don't work well together, and he grew a little unsure. He didn't believe me, I kept convincing him, and eventually, he allowed me to kill him.

Now that danger was averted, there was a yay-we're-not-dead parade of some kind, and I was an honorary member, because I'd mainly been the one to avert danger. It was a very Asian event (hey, this dream was largely based on Waterloo), so some looked at me strange, but I didn't care. Inside, a number of us crowded around an artifact gained from the ruins of the other universe, and one man began to read the scripture aloud. Then, the president (?) of China came in (a woman!), and proceeded to try and slay one of the female babies. I initially intervened, but the president's argument of "She's having her period and she's not even 2!" sounded very convincing to my quite-groggy brain.

Almost lucid
I went upstairs, to a very similar dorm from my previous dream, and found Frank Lundy (from Dexter) covered in blood, with a number of tools, in one of the rooms. We initially fought over the tools, but we each took some and went our separate ways (clearly, I didn't trust him, but for the moment, he was pretending he didn't want to kill me). He selected a syringe, which I believe he planned to use to kill my sister (who, don't ask my how I know, was downstairs, and going to come up to her room). I tried to take it from him, but neither of us could really gain the upper hand, and I ran outside, which was now my actual front yard. At this point, I became fully aware I was dreaming, and started to walk to the street, which is my usual place to be lucid, but Lundy came out and I woke up.

A happy ending
I was back at school, looking for my Drama classroom again. I ran into the same teacher, and asked for the same help. He reminded me we'd been through this, and pointed to the stairs we'd gone up last time. We went up stairs at the other end of the hall, and I could now see my classroom!

Fragments
There are some scattered dream fragments around, like being on a high-up balcony at the school, made largely of a reddish rock, with my friends.

Also, one fragment of being in the car with my dad, where no more murderers could reach me. He said he wanted to stop quickly, something about a boy, and I immediately became scared (we were driving at night, and he wanted to open the doors?). We started to approach a feral-looking wolf in the car.

As far as I can remember, the dream begins with me walking quickly away from a car, for some reason, not wanting to be seen by it. I turn to a side road, and walk along the little crescent, trying to get to a point where I can't be seen from the main road. Getting near the end, I notice I'm at the top of a little ledge, below which is a forest floor, and a number of people I know are running around there, playing some kind of hide-and-seek game.

I jump down to join them, and wander around a little with them. One girl (whom I don't recognize) in particular interests me, a cute blonde my age (17-18). She, somewhat arrogantly, gives a challenge for someone to beat her "to the top of the mountain". I accept, as I have a vague notion that I have a certain set of superpowers. She takes off, and I make an attempt to follow her, but when we reach a very wide river to cross (which she begins wading through), I start looking around for the end destination. I see something which must be the "top of the mountain" (a nearby clifflike overhang, maybe 60 feet high).

I flex my legs and jump into the air, and I notice that on the top of the mountain (which is covered in grass), there are two lines of flags, like the end of a race. I move to land there, but I overshoot, and I'm far too high in the air. For some reason, I'm very afraid of landing (occurs often in the dreams where I jump), and I believe I momentarily rip myself out the dream, as there's a little "in between" dream here, before the initial dream continues.

Now I'm with her, at the cliff overhang, and she seems rather down about losing. I amusedly assure her it's fine, and we somehow end up kissing rather intensely (hormones? Where?). Further away in the forest, a group of my classmates are assembled, some kind of school trip. After some talking, I make a comment about the tall grass containing giant snakes, and lo and behold, I notice an enormous snake (probably 40 feet long) in the grass, just across a little stream from us. I warn everybody, and tell them to get back, but one girl (whom I know in reality) decides to just crouch behind a small barrier. The snake clearly knows she's there, and very quickly moves to bite her.

Me being heroic, and knowing in the back of my mind that I can't really be hurt, I yell loudly and grab the snake by the neck. I wrestle with it a little, receiving a bite to my left arm, and begin to notice a growing pain in the center of the back of my skull. With a sinking feeling (and a lack of knowledge about simple snake biology), I realize it's shooting some kind of poison stinger out of its tail, directly into the back of my skull. I move quickly away from the tail and clamp a hand down on the snake's mouth, trying still to avoid the tail. I somehow manage to subdue the snake, and immediately say "Someone needs to take me to the hospital." We got to a hospital, but the doctor refused to acknowledge any sort of visible injury, and seemed to think I was insane. I left quickly, as I was sure he was pretending, for some reason.

Then I was at the school, and were to do another show of the play we'd been rehearsing (in reality), so we were going over our lines a little. I then noticed that a doctor at the hospital had written something near the injection site: 5 x 109. At first I thought that it indicated the number of stings I'd received, but later decided that it indicated I'd received 5 stings, each giving 109 cc's of venom. I made sure that a number of other people could read the text, and went back to the original doctor to confront him, showing that a number of people confirmed my injury. He continued to deny it, and I noticed there were a number of bodyguard-looking people in the room, who all denied the injury as well. I began to suspect some kind of conspiracy (possibly insurance, though I don't know how that would apply), and began to attack the individuals, as they closed in on me.