Snorlax

Dream 1- I am with my brother at his friend's house who I've never met. His mom tells him that he has to drive me to my house, which is an hour away. Even though he doesn't know me, he has no problem doing this. It is nighttime, and I supposedly watch the "entire fifth season of Pokemon" in the car ride.
I am now home in my brother's room on my computer, listening to Led Zeppelin's "Nobody's Fault but Mine" on vinyl. After a while, the song warps and goes slow-motion. I use a giant plunger device to try to get the RPM's back to normal. Somehow this takes me to a random warehouse, where my friend Ben complimented me on my movie knowledge.
I wind up in a gas station, where they announced that two brands of cigarettes contained deadly poison.

Dream 2- I am in the bonus room of my house, when my parents send me a text message saying "We're moving." They tell us to pack enough for a week. Of all my family, I seem to be the only one who finds this decision sudden. (Though I still do not become lucid.) I go to my room to pack. I remember being excited to watch Princess Monoke, which I have not yet seen. I wore a cool purple Sublime t-shirt. When I looked out the window, I saw planes and trucks in our driveway.
The next morning, I got up and went with a random assortment of relatives and friends to Starbucks. A few went inside, but I picked a table outside and ordered a pizza. (I made a pizza yesterday in waking life.) Me and whichever relative/friend was eating with me finished and went to sit on a curb at the end of a parking lot. Here, a team of strong looking people who seemed to have ties to all of our pasts showed up, and picked fights with me and my companions. I fought one who looked a bit like the Raikage from Naruto. My fight was sort of shounen style, and my opponent claimed to have always "had my back" throughout our childhood or something like that. He made a lunge for my back, but I dodged and defeated him. It turns out everyone one my team won, but the losers just went and sat on the other side of the parking lot. In fact, I walked right past them on my way to a drinking fountain, and they didn't make any moves. One of my relative/friends criticized my sense of direction, and we returned to my house. (Maybe we aren't moving?)
It is now about mid-afternoon, and everyone was gone except for my brother upstairs and myself. My grandma on my mom's side of the family showed up at our front door with a random upper-classman from my high school that neither my brother nor I had known very well at all. She complimented him on his sporting achievements. I now go on my deck alone, and see a cut scene of BillyBob Thornton standing on my very deck, calling everything "blossoms". I light a cigarette, and smoked for a while. After I walked back inside, I realized that I never smoked, and this must be a dream.I did the nose plug RC, and realized I could breathe. Unfortunately, everything went black immediately. I found this strange considering how calm I was about my lucidity. I opened my eyes in my bed, did the same RC, and realized I was awake.

My family was going up north. We arrived at a pretty nice cottage we must have been renting. It is late, and I watch some terrible Lord of the Rings parody on a portable DVD player in bed. The next morning, I wake up in my bed (no longer in cottage) with my mom standing over me, glaring. She says I took the tape with our home videos and taped over them with a Rage Against the Machine CD. Before I even have time to explain myself, she storms downstairs. I know I didn't do it, but she refuses to believe me. I leave my room, and my brother tells me that he was the one who made the tape. He walks downstairs, and hands my parents a remote control looking device. He wrote "I have no" over the power button, and taped over all of our videos. (FYI, the remote now says "I have no power"). Now all of my parents anger towards me was directed towards my brother. My parents sat me down on our stairs. My mom apologized, and I half-heartedly accepted.
I am now with my brother, my friend Tyler, and a friend of theirs I've never met before. We are at a pretty classy outdoor restaurant. It is their friend's birthday. My brother tells me he is trying to think of more ways to mess with our parents, and that I should help him. We start to form teams for some form of game. I check my phone, and see two missed calls from my friend Ryan. I realize I was supposed to pick him up four hours ago. I call him, and he doesn't answer. I wake up.

I am running a 5K cross country race, and there are only about five participants, all from my school. Our assistant coach Mr. King is the only person in attendance. My friend Cole, who is normally as fast as I am, is with the fastest runners on our team, but I am still average. I am upset with myself for still being average, but the others take pity on me. This only makes me more angry.

I am now at a large football stadium, watching a game with actor Don Cheadle, who claims to be the owner of the Baltimore Ravens. We talk for a while, and watch some of the game.

Later, I am with my brother Ellis, and friends Ryan and Tyler. We are on roof in a town I've never seen. Cops start to chase us, and we run through streets and multiple staircases. We are making ground fast, and doing Russian Climber moves down the staircases. I distinctly remember seeing Ryan drop a good five stories in between the median of a staircase. It was the type of stairway you might see in a parking garage in an urban area. The median is much too small for a human to fit through in waking life. (Note- a week or so ago, Ryan, myself, and our friend Ian went to see Super 8. We used the parking garage staircase, and my two friends had a contest to see which of them could spit from the top floor, through the medians, all the way to the bottom floor. Ryan won, and this is probably why I saw him jump between the stairs in my dream.) After a while, we ended up on Ludlow and University, two streets near my house.

Sometime later in the night, I was another roof. A man holding a large, black bag was also on this roof. At first, he spoke sanely and calmly to me. Suddenly, he pulled an unconscious African American woman of about 18-25 years from the bag, and put a knife to the back of her neck. I quickly drew my own blade out of nowhere, and pressed it to his neck. He looked me in the eyes, emitting an aura of extreme, seriousness, power, and killing intent. We both knew that he could have easily killed me, the woman, and whatever else may have been in the bag, but he calmly got up and left. He did not take the woman or this bag.
I can't remember exactly what he looked like, but I remember him telling me about his obsession with blood and death. He gave off an incredibly strong presence of insanity and surprisingly incredible composure.

My Dad leaves me in the lobby of a roller rink. I wait a while, watching T.V. carelessly. I remember a "Who's Your Tiger" commercial of Joel Zumaya for the Detroit Tigers. I couldn't remember if he was still on the team, and decided to leave. I left, and found myself on the other side of town. It's a sunny day, and I am at the "Rochester Village" a series of restaurants and shops. My dad is eating outside on the sidewalk with my friend's dad, Mr. Ingraham, and his daughter. I join them at a table under an umbrella, and they are very insistent that I eat. The waitress tells the daughter that her hair looks better than it did yesterday. She thanks her, but once the waitress leaves, she mutters "eavesdropper" under her breath. We order cheesy bread sticks. I ate a few, but don't remember their taste. Soon after, I woke up.

I was attending a driver's training class in my bedroom. There were three students in my attendance; myself, Fogle (from movie Superbad), and Ugly Betty (from some T.V. show or something). The instructed was a male of around 30 years old and very fit. As he explained to us the dangers of Auburn Hills, (a neighboring town), I play with a pink balloon that looks like Kirby. I inflate and deflate Kirby, and then see a vision of a basketball game with the three students. I don't know who our opponent is or what they did, but Ugly Betty dies and is taken off on a stretcher.
We are now back in my bedroom, and my dad is speaking to the instructor about the car we would be driving. Strangely, the car seems to have taken the place of the wall where my desk normally resides. I continue to play with the Kirby balloon for a while, and soon wake up.

Note: This dream occurred the night before my first day of driver's training, and I have been playing a lot of Kirby's Pinball on my GameBoy Color.

Part 1- I used a WBTB technique for the first time last night. I saw a blonde haired man, who looked to be around 30 years old, in my brother's bedroom. We were looking at x-rays, and I realized I was dreaming. (I don't remember doing a reality check, however, which I should have done for assurance.) I tried to change the way he looked, and I believe I managed to edit some facial features, but I turned away and he was gone. It didn't really bother me though, I went and took a few bites from my brother's Milky Way bar, which tasted delicious. Then, I walked out to a very small patio from my brother's second story window. (My family lives on a hill, so we have a walk-out basement. His room is almost like a third story.) It is about the size of a twin size bed, with a rod iron railing. I stepped up on the railing, and put one foot out. However, I began to doubt myself, and tried to do a nose- plug RC. Now I'm just flat out panicking, and I either lose lucidity or wake up.
Next time, I'll try flying from the ground.

Part 2- Later on, I was with my friend Ryan, and we were riding our bikes on a trail not far from my house. My mom was following us in her car. Some young, female bike cop pulled my mom over for a minor ticket, as well as some other woman on a miniature motor- bike. My mom left after the ticket. I took the motor bike, and for some reason, a plunger. The trail gets too narrow to ride after a half mile or so, and Ryan and I decided to enter a house. The back door was unlocked, and we walked in. From the outside, it looked like a normal home, but was filled with dress- up clothes and family portraits on the inside. We walk through the narrow and clustered hallways, and my brother's friends Ben and Brent show up to try and scare me. I walk out the front door alone, and a shaggy looking bearded man is waiting in his pick- up truck. He was a neighbor of the home-owners. He is blaring the radio report about an attempted break in, clearly directed towards me. I walk up to him, trying to come up with some weak excuse. However, I become lucid, and see that hands were unusual looking. I try to rub them together a bit. I am trying to decide whether or not to be civil, but suddenly I yell "Taste iron, bitch!", and smack him in the face was an iron bar. Unfortunately, I believe I lose lucidity here, and become the main character from a comic series I read (Ichigo from Bleach). Now the setting completely changes to a giant gathering, and everything is animated. My punishment for the break in is the sacrifice of one person. I sacrifice Rukia, who is a good friend in the comic. Strangely, the situation is lively and almost humorous. They make a festival out of the sacrifice, and I see Renji (comic friend) and my comic dad, holding a drinking contest. Just before the sacrifice, someone shows up with a slideshow of all the portraits from the home I broke into, explaining the family tree of some royal family. However, the explain a flaw in the tree, and prove that my family (Comic me or actual me is unclear) is heir to some great wealth or something. My sacrifice is freed, and not the least bit angry, and there is a large celebration. I hear applause, and wake up.

I was in my basement with my friend Austin and one of his friends. He somehow created two Legend of Zelda games for GameBoy Color for both of us. They came in blue cartridges. We played for a little while, and the game was actually very quality for GameBoy.
Now it is the following morning, and my brother and carpool are ready to leave. I'm holding them up because I have to prepare a very quality steak, and I refused to eat it in the car. I took my time and ate the steak, and it tasted familiar and delicious. (Once I woke up and remembered the taste, I was actually surprised at how good the taste was, considering I was dreaming.) In the car, I played Zelda, but it was too hard, so I switched to Pokemon. Soon, my vision became the GameBoy screen and I used a Geodude and a Farfetch'd to defeat Gary Oak. Just as I was about to catch a female Nidoran, I woke up.

My brother, my friend Tyler, and I got off of a plane in a northern Michigan airport. My aunt picked us up in a black SUV and took us to a normal looking house. (It is not my aunt's real life home.) My aunt left, and the three of us remaining hung around outside for a few minutes. As we entered through the garage, Tyler asked, "What are those?", and pointed to a pair a large creatures. We called them coyotes, but that was inaccurate, as they looked much more like large red wolves. They were so still that we thought they were killed and stuffed, as my uncle is a hunter. But just as we walked in the door, they leaped and attacked us. They pinned us on the ground in a sort of dog-pile like fashion, and I heard my friend yelling in pain. Here I become lucid, and looked up, as if towards the heavens. I see clouds, even though we are indoors, and lasers kill the "coyotes". (Although I was lucid here, I didn't really have much control. The laser thing just came to me.) Unfortunately, I lose my lucidity thing here. We went to inform my relatives of the attack, and they were upset that we had killed their "pet". There was then some normal conversation, and I soon woke up.

My brother was pushing me on a storage cart out of the main corridor of our high school. It appeared to be the last day of school. We were joking about failing classes and firing teachers, and went to the parking lot. There we met with some of his friends, the only one I knew was named Anthony. We made a plan to go to the beach. My brother and I drove together. I did not recognize any of the roads we took, and they led us through moderately dense forests. (The landscape was very similar to where we live, so it is possible I went there when I was younger or something.) My older brother spent most of the time criticizing Youtube advertisements and computer viruses. He mentioned a "glib" virus in particular, which I don't think I've ever heard of. We didn't make it to the beach, I woke up at a red light.

I was discussing the recent events of the 2011 hockey/basketball seasons with my friend Tyler and my classmate Perra. All of a sudden the school track coach shows up and my alarm clock wakes me up.

Later on, I met what I described as a (DC named Randall who claimed to be angelic and fearless.)

I wake up and go downstairs. It seems to be around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. Mom and Dad tell me I have to take some lame standardized test in a town about a half an hour a way, and I had to ask a classmate I don't really know for a ride home. I complained a bit, then my Dad quoted some Latin phrase he never says in real life, and took me to the backyard. My brother came outside and we walk up the hill to my front yard. We enter some sort of convertible car, which looked a bit like an Audi or something. I was playing with the seat adjustment thing, and I woke up. (This time I actually wake up.)

I am doing math problems at a Nazi labor camp. (I have no idea what was going on there, but I wrote it down so it must have happened. Weird.)
Scene Change.
I am at some sort of sports facility where middle schoolers would have their birthday party. I see an old friend of mine, Dallas, and his family. I ask them how they're doing with a smile, and notice the setting has changed to a funeral. They are deeply grieving for the loss of his mother's sister. His father wants to talk to me in a separate room. I enter, and he disappears. Here I become lucid, and for the first time it is actually pretty vivid and stable. Unfortunately, the ceilings were too low to fly, and I was kind of trapped. I got too excited, and woke up. It was the longest I have been lucid so far, and the most vivid.

I am on the way back from some sort of sporting event with my Dad. We got into a minor fender bender. We stopped at a restaurant and they gave us free root beer because it was Memorial Day.
Scene change.
I am drinking in a bar with my friend Elijah who is disguised as a secret detective. I somehow owe him 150 pets. (How do I even pay that?)

Me, my brother and my parents are at an unidentified ski lodge. Me and my brother argue Borders vs Barnes and Noble. (I have no idea what exactly there is to argue about, but I sided with Borders, which is odd because I actually prefer Barnes and Noble.)
Scene change.
My friend John works at a Coke factory. I knock over a bottle, and go to get a towel. I somehow end up in a BlockBuster store, and my friend Adam shows me his favorite Zelda movies. (None of them actually exist, they had Link and Luigi on the cover. How I did not become lucid here is beyond me.) Then I walk back to the factory, and John already cleaned up the mess. He says I owe him 5$.

I was playing at some music festival as a trio with my brother Ellis and our friend Tyler. (I play bass, brother guitar, friend drums.) Ellis and Tyler argue about not knowing songs, and I talk with another friend of mine, Elijah, about the Safety Dance.