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Getting chased lucid
I am with multiple people in a sort of changing room with many lockers. I do the nose plug RC and realize that I am dreaming. Since this dream is a nightmare, I am a bit worried, and try to get out of the situation first. I end up on a high mountain.

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I didn't have motivation to write down this dream for many days, which is why it's not really detailed.

D1 - In a changing room I am trying to move about using a special location language. There are plastic wedge shape triangular cross hairs positioned around the room. I cant figure it out its in some unkown language.
Then really freaky woman with long hair come in, although they are looking downwards with their hair falling over their faces, so could be other life form.
They move slowly into room, they detect the movement thingies and use them to follow me Oo.
I make it from bench to bench to the top of a cupboard.

D2- There are lots of people? with heads that are mostly covered in blue flames , distorting their features. I watch mezmorised as they move like one entity. I find I cant move and wake myself up.

WBTB - I decided to find out what the woman in dream one were doing
not going back to dream two Oo just now

D3- I enter the changing rooms again. The woman (they are now) are sitting talking on a bench. They are using a language unknown to me.
It is a language of power and they are from influential families. The one with long shiny lush black hair is strongest.
I try taking their powers away by removing their language from them.
They dont know whos doing it and I get away with it.

D3.5 Long dream wandering around inside of white castle. I am escaping something that I manage to trap behind some boxes also I manage to get all the weapons.

D4- Am in a shop that people are using as a changing room to the annoyance of the owner. They are chucked out but more come in. A guy is plugging in his laptop and then hanging washing on the outstretched extension lead lol.
We leave and find a load of taxis, sue is hailing one then changes her mind.
Then she tries to get in the same taxi as the people who were changing clothes They are confused, so am I and my daughter.

Lucid dream:
After I tried a WILD, but probably after a lapse in consciousness, I start visualising a street full of people (a scenario I have been incubating because several goals involve DCs)

There are lots of people walking in the same direction as me as I fly a couple of feet above the ground (a favourite way of getting around in a dream - helpfully reminding me that it *is* a dream!) and a few going the other way. I try to look at people's faces to see if I recognise anyone, but nobody looks familiar.

The street is familiar and I think it might be Dogpole in Shrewsbury (where I grew up) I nearly get distracted worrying too much about where the street goes, but realise that having a street in mind is handy because I can just let my subconscious follow the route and I don't need to think to much about generating more scenery. As I turn down the hill I realise that the street has become enclosed like a giant corridor in a shopping centre or the like. The sides of the street / corridor are a combination of shop fronts, redbrick buildings, and rich oak panelling. The ground changes from tarmac to satin finish white tiles.

Heading down the hill, I realise almost all the people I see are heading in the same direction as me which isn't very convenient because not setting their faces turns them into "traffic" rather than "people". I turn left at a junction at the bottom of the hill (I should have just stopped at the junction, but hey) thinking that I might see more faces heading that way, but my subconscious pulls a fast one on me and I turn into a large room that feels a lot like a swimming pool changing room.

My lucidity drops somewhat at this scene change, but I'm still just about lucid. I start faffing around with taking off my suit (apparently I'm wearing an expensive suit) carefully folding it and trying to lie it on a bench where it won't get wet. I notice a female DC who seems to want me to "interact" with her, so I oblige. My lucidity / dream recall fades out completely here.

NLD:
I'm in my suit from the previous dream, but I have been awake in between. I'm at Armoury Gardens (childhood home) getting ready for work, mum is there explaining why I'm in a suit to Sandeep (my boss's boss) and the explanation involves staying overnight at a relative's house but I don't remember the details. Alice (my sister) has a rather awesome electric violin in a nice case that seems to be designed for two. She talks about getting a chin rest for it, as the case has spare space.

There was more to this dream but it's very vague, I remember a spiral staircase and some gizmo or other but not even really enough to call a fragment

SammyTheSnake

25.01.2011

Camping in the desert (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in the desert with my brother and I walked into a park. I talked to a man and a woman and signed up for their camp. They were the only monitors there. My brothere and I were offered movies but they were more expensive than others we had seen in a previous part of the dream I cannot remember. Then we did some activities which I also can't remember. Finaly I went to the lake and the girl and I had to hang from a rope and "walk" across the lake (we were sort of hanging from the rope). I gained momentum by dipping my feet in the water. The first time I did it wrong and the second time I went the opposite way as the woman and had to change direction at the last second. After that I started dancing while hanging on the rope (which became much more elastic) while some music sounded (I just remember it was a famous piece). When I finished dancing I jumped really high and landed outside the lake. The man and the woman started congratulating me on my performance.

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25.01.2011

Bullying is wrong ok? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

J and B were leaving school when some bullies decided to pick on them. They broke some of their CDs. As the bullies were doing this the bystanders were dancing wearing white clothing and face paint.

J and B went to a changing room. B said that he was scared and they started thinking about what they could do about the bullies. B said that he knew someone with "unquestionable links to some gang" and if that didn't work they could use a pirate?

Meanwhile I was thinking about confronting the bullies myself.

Good morning. This dream is kind of weird. I think it's also just a fragment.

I was in a busy mall full of people. The mall had a lot of very narrow corridors, rather than a few wide corridors. The storefronts may have been small and packed with items like tall posters or stands made to look like anime charcters. The place was extremely packed with people.

I knew this was a "fetish mall," a mall filled only with stores catering to people's various fetishes. I had been here before (possibly in the first part of this dream, which I may have forgotten).

An attractive, young woman poked her head out of one of the storefronts. She was pale, with long, brown hair, a blue or green t-shirt, and blue jeans.

She asked me some question about the store she was about to go into, something about whether the fetish comics in the store were appropriate for women as well as men. I told her that it was fine if she wanted to read them. She nodded and popped her head back into the store.

I continued walking through the crowds of people. I wondered either why a woman would want to read fetish comics made for men or why a woman would ask permission to do so, especially permission from some person she didn't even know, like me.

I turned left, into another fetish store. The inside of this store was huge. It seemed like a big bookstore, but it had other stuff in it. I think it actually may have looked like a cross between a bookstore and a dollar store.

I didn't look around very much. This place wasn't as crowded as the corridor had been, but it was still very busy. Plus, I felt like I was going somewhere with purpose. I felt like my feet were walking, almost gliding, toward a certain place on their own. But I also felt like I knew where I was going, like I'd been there before.

I felt like one of the higher ups at my old job, a woman who in waking life had been extremely supportive of me, was following me. I then felt like a lot of people were following me, mostly people I'd known from work.

I walked down a staircase that had a sign above it. The sign was white with red capital letters. It listed the items being sold below.

I was downstairs. It looked like a department store, a cheap department store. There were some displays showing bed sets, some displays showing living room sets, and some displays showing toilets. Sometimes all the stuff was mixed together.

A woman off to my right caught my attention. She was maybe in her late 50s or early 60s. She had red hair, tanned skin, and thin eyes. She wore a blue dress. Her hair was arranged a little weird, almost shoulder length, but permed out to one side, so she looked lopsided.

The woman directed me into an area full of lingerie. She intended for me to try on certain items. I wondered if that would be alright. After all, would they really want a guy touching that stuff, especially if he didn't intend to buy it?

The area the woman led me into was a big, red room. There was nothing, or very little, in the room. There were dressing rooms along the right wall.

We walked past a table of black and red underwear. They looked kind of satiny and lacy. A sign over them said "2 for $5." I thought maybe I should buy a pair of these right now to wear while I was trying on this other stuff the older woman had for me. That seemed polite to me somehow. But I decided instead to wear my own boxer briefs while I tried stuff on. But I felt bad about that, as if it were rude of me.

The woman stood me in front of a dressing room. She began showing me different articles of underwear. She went into great detail on their design, showing all kinds of things like stitching. But I really wasn't interested in this. The more I looked at the panties, the more they somehow looked to be made out of the same fabric as basketball jerseys.

The woman now showed me a pair of panties that she said were made with padding. I couldn't figure out why they'd need padding -- maybe to give women a better shape? I looked at them. They looked like a mix between underwear and diapers.

The woman told me to feel the padding. So I did. It looked like the inside of a diaper. But it felt like bags of sand, like the tiny sand bags in weight-exercise bracelets.

I looked at the underwear again. They looked like a mix between Ace Bandages and diapers. The price was written in pencil on the bottom: $19.50. I thought, That's a bit much, for something I'm never actually going to wear.

The woman said, "This pair is the first thing I'd like you to try on." She motioned me into a dressing room stall.

The stall was barely large enough to fit me. It was dimly lit. I was mostly undressed, except my underwear. I thought I'd keep them on. But now I had nothing on. I was holding the diaper-thing in my hand. I was looking for all my clothes.

Now I had nothing at all. I was trying to figure where I'd put everything. Now I realized I'd actually thrown everything over the dividing-wall between stalls. The dividing-wall was just above my head. I reached over to discover the other stall packed with clothes, all the way to the top of the divider.

I kept reaching over the divider, trying to find my clothes. I even tried to find the diaper-thing figuring that that article of clothing was almost mine anyway, and that it was better than nothing. But I kept pulling up completely unknown articles of clothing. All this time, the changing stall may have gotten smaller and smaller.