Skygerobrian

I had full control in these dreams but did not realize I was dreaming.

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It was a brilliant star lit night and had gone out from from my parents apartment to see my cousins who were sitting in my grandparents RV. I discussed with them whether or not we should drive away but decided not too because we could get in trouble. I suddenly lifted off the ground and watched as the RV grew smaller and the rest of the neighborhood revealed itself. I circled about my house and flew just above and between some trees above the road.
I kept circling back and around the whole town. It was absolutely awesome to see what it all looked like from above.

Recurring flying dreams
There was a tall grassy field on the hill near our apartment that we used to play in all the time. At night I often dreamed that I would take off flying at that field or from right outside my apartment. I would always kind of lean forward and lift myself into the air. As I got higher I would float around and gain speed. If I was on a roll I could fly very far and high. I was so convinced that I had actually flown that I tried to fly in waking life... It didn't work even though I had flown before!!! It was then that it occurred to me that I had only flown in dreams.

Found myself out on a temple like dock a few feet above beautiful almost tropical water. Below the surface I could see shimmery golden sand. I dove in and took a look around. Underneath the temple were support pillars that stretched out for quite some distance. I decided to explore and swam underneath the temple. Swimming was exhilarating. I eventually reached a point where the there were walls around me instead of pillars.

Underneath the temple the environment was even more beautiful than before. Everything was luminescent and waves of light moved along the stone sides and ceiling of the paths I took. I continued to swim as I figured that I would find something priceless somewhere beneath the temple. I rounded corners and swam through tunnels sifting through the golden sand as I went.

I eventually found a something as my hand pushed its way through the soft sand and hit something roundish in shape. Pulling it closer as the sand drifted away, a beautiful gem about the size of a softball revealed itself. (If I remember correctly it was a darkish blue and and cut into a shape like that of a diamond to be set in a ring. ) I swam back out to the surface and pulled myself up on the dock. I wanted to show someone the gem. I was about to go back under to see if I could find more but the dream faded.

5:30 AM

Part One
Found myself with restless male DCs, fighting, wrestling etc. They were pretty typical except that they seemed to be from the old west some how. One of the DC's was pretty different from the rest however. He somewhat resembled Michel J. Fox and carried a small pearl handled revolver. I decided to call him 42 and for some reason the fancy name suited him. This scene quickly evolved into a pre bar fight as we entered an old, cramped, poorly lit, dry and dusty bar / shop. Sitting at a small round table were a couple old possibly confederate men minding there own business. There were a few more standing around the place.

Not long after that a few DCs started talking smack about the old men in the building. I can't remember exactly what they were saying but it was something along the lines of "they bunch of money hungry bastards, blah, blah, blah." One of the guys at the table had enough of this crazy talk. I could see he was missing quite a few teeth as he clearly stated the obvious fact that "Do we look like we's rich folk?!!" "Cmon look over at 42 that fancy boy of yours",,,,,,,,,,,, a fight broke out as 42 who was standing by a beverage fridge reached for his revolver.

Part Two
The bar/shop quickly transitioned into a gas station with old west features as we proceeded to rob the place. The old DCs were all gone except two regular guys who I figured to be owner and manager of the gas station. Also, my original gang was armed while the two old guys no longer had weapons. I found the owner fumbling with a cash register so I plunged my (looked similar to a 9mm Glock but bigger) into his back. As he tried to put the handful of cash into a safe I noticed that they were large denominations. (dream reality $200 bills) and $500 dollar bills. He mostly ignored my gun and I had to snatch at the cash he wouldn't let go of. I got some of it and decided that it was time to go. Before I headed for the door the store manager handed me a receipt with lots of circles and numbers written in different color ink.

I began to worry whether or not the cops were waiting outside or not. I was bright outside so maybe we could make a dash for the forest behind the gas station and meet our getaway van at the road below. Or chance it pulling up front. I thought about finger prints for some reason and clumsily stuffed the gun under my shirt as I dropped some crumpled up paper on the floor. I woke up as we bolted out of the door.

note: If you haven't guessed I know nothing about guns or burglary.