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12/08/2016
"New World Disorder"

Tony, BR, MR and I decided to infiltrate a Neo-Nazi rally.

We were being led down into what seemed like an underground garage, surrounded by Neo-Nazis. Most were stereotypical - white, with shaved heads - but there were a few minorities speckled throughout the crowd as well. En route to the meeting area, we passed through several rooms that looked as if they were ripped out of the "generic haunted house" handbook; various torture chambers - both physical and psychological - with a number of digital monitors showing compilations of gruesome acts of violence that were, undoubtedly, being performed on the people being held captive within this place.

We were herded into a main room and shuffled our way toward the back of the gathering of maybe a little over 100 people, trying as best we could to blend in as sympathetic to their cause, in order to observe their actions and rhetoric. One man spoke from the podium and, though I can't really remember much of what he said, it was all too constantly met with cheers and chanting from the mob.

Before long, the rallying cries began to take on a tone of suspicion and accusation, waves of negativity progressing through the crowd and making their way back toward us. The group was becoming more and more alarmed that there were traitors or 'outsiders' among them. It didn't take long before we were confronted and discovered to be...disloyal. A long chase inevitably ensued, and we were soon sprinting through the halls of this expansive facility, which was gradually morphing from a dank, dilapidated, present-day industrial setting and into a sanitized, futuristic and seemingly state-funded Base of Operations with grayed-out metal and stone interiors that looked pretty-distinctly Sci-Fi. Armed sentries pursued us while we dodged and darted within the halls, at one point coming to an annex and staring down the barrel of a massive cannon that they had instantly erected in our path before we changed directions and ran down an other hallway before the group of henchmen manning the unnecessarily-large weapon could get a single shot off.

Having split from my group while running, I was being tailed by a small squad of Nazis (now in even more militaristic attire), when I turned a corner of an apartment-style hallway, ducking into the first open door that I saw and closing the door behind me. Inside, I ran into a young woman who was quite startled by my having barged into her room. Frantically, I whispered a plea for her help and gave her a brief rundown of what had happened. Apparently, she was one of many people being held by these fascists against her will, so she was willing to aid me by shoving her into her closet. The patrol kept on searching, so I had to remain in this cramped space for most of the day. The girl ended up taking a nap on the bed across the room, and there eventually came a knock at the door. The guards were doubling back and checking the rooms, individually.

The girl didn't hear the first few knocks, or the demands for the door to be opened. Fearing they were going to burst in and search the place, I picked up a shoe from the closet floor and chucked it across the tiny apartment, hitting her with it and waking her up just in time for her to respond to the guards. She tried to get them to leave her be, but they insisted upon coming in, just before I was able to fully shut the closet door - which the girl noticed. She tried to keep their attention from the closet but, from the darkness, I could see that they were starting to glance over toward my hiding place in suspicion. When they did, the girl raised a huge stink about how they were immoral thugs, disrespecting her privacy. She was even able to call in another female friend to back her up. The friend came in, immediately chastising the guards for being so cruel as the pair whipped up some crocodile tears and began to console each other for this apparently sexist infraction. The newcomer seemed to know all about the rouse, and was playing along perfectly.

It worked. The guards, not wanting to get too caught up in this seemingly-overwhelming display of female emotion, ended up leaving the room without fully searching the place. The two strangers had saved me, and when I was sure the patrol was gone, I set back out to find my friends.

I remember one last fragment about being on the outside architecture of the base, maybe a few hundred feet above ground and cornered by the patrol, yet again. I don't recall how the whole thing ended, though.

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(Possible inspirations: a topic recently came up, where some friends and I were reminiscing on a time when we created fake accounts for Stormfront.com, which is a "White Nationalist/Supremacist" website, and did a hilarious trolling raid on them, some 10 years or so ago. Obviously, with everything that has been going on in American politics, as of late, the subject matter has been on my mind.)

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I was in a cabin of sorts. I was with friends. I baked/cooked a cake for another friend whose birthday won't be on till after a few months. I thought of putting it in the fridge. For some reason, they had some reasons not to put it in some fridge located somewhere. One was in that cabin but for some reason, we had to move. Something about disturbing the spirits. We also thought of putting in the house fridge but won't the person find it easily?

We "went out" of the place using a special key and a special door. We traveled through the spirit realm (why?). And we walked and avoided and escaped the malevolent spirits of the realm. There were two particular spirits we avoided: one was a male shadowy figure that follows us and one white ragged woman who screams and chases us. I remember hiding behind some crates and avoiding her. There were also some "puppy spirits." At least they looked like puppies. They were used by a teacher and some children to practice escaping from. There "attack" in swarms. I was going through a door when a swarm rained in. I led them out the door with difficulty but without any negative emotions whatsoever.

Somehow, I was caught and I felt my physical body turn to the left. I was told in the dream it's wrong and somehow spirits can enter that way.

This part happened somewhere in between. There's no linearity in the dream (like in some dreams). I was with a family flying through space. We went through zero space, and we've "heard" about some delays in such a travel but thought they were rare occurrences and don't have any serious repercussions. There was a boy (third-person) in this family who seems to have such a delay and asked where the others were and what took them so long. For the rest, it was an almost instant flight. I was that boy (first person).

We were being chased by other space fighters (I don't know the name of the small space ships used to harass bigger ships without causing a lot of damage due to the energy shielding). I had a hard time with the controls. I turn too fast so instead of arcing back, I end up facing the enemy almost face-to-face with our ship. The rest were away. I was eventually able to control it enough so I see... stars and space and space stuff instead of a poorly modeled image of the fighter or the nearby planets and moons. I felt elated.

My ship was destroyed. I was possessed.

I was in a familiar place. I think it's the place in the "first" part of the story. I was kept in a room, and I felt different. I felt like I was glowing and there's a tingle throughout my "skin." I overheard that a woman (a friend?) was partially possessed. I went out/through the walls and doors and approached her in a room. I "absorbed" whatever was possessing her and I left. I felt stronger.

I think this is a separate story but somehow still connected to the possession dream. I was at home. It was evening and very dark. We went home and closed the gate, but somehow, someone forgot to close one of the two gates. There's like another perimeter around the house, and there are two boys/guys just outside the inner perimeter, which means the outer one was open. A child was talking but I could barely understand. Mom was saying something too complaining about the other gate not being locked.

I was outside the house. It was morning, or at least daytime. Someone was teaching me how to fly properly. I was able to "jump" on the first level with his help and then jumped the next two after. I looked up and saw the clouds. I was elated. I wanted to fly about the clouds and stay there. I was partially lucid and happy to be able to experience that.

Everything was falling apart. Buildings were crumbling down. Alien attack? It was like a game in 3D. I used my possession skills to hold back falling buildings and debris. I felt powerful.

I woke up feeling powerful and in control.

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Notes:

- I went to sleep feeling down. After a few days of anxiety due to an overwhelming addition to my required subjects to take to finish school, I had my previous dream that really brought me down. I could barely do anything so I went to sleep. That was around 7:30 pm. I woke up around 10:00 pm. I thought the dream was so long I could swear I woke up around 3 or 4 am.
- I felt powerless these several months, from failing to finish some courses I need to proceed with my long-term plan to being unable to complete Inktober or start NaNoWrimo (again). I think I was trying to regain control by putting an enforced structure (school).
- There were a lot of mental chats that had no image. I was talking to myself about the meaning of the dream within the dream. A short while after(?) waking up but still lying down, I thought about how I reclaimed a part of myself (through possession and self-destruction) and it made me (feel?) stronger.

Questions: How do I know this feeling of control is not as illusory as the feeling of lack of control? Both have real-life repercussions if wrong, and even if right, how do I distinguish what's within and without my control? How do I know I'm making the right decisions if my senses and mind betray me?

For now, back to basics: simplify.

I remember myself saying phrases to this other person about how some dreamworlds are big in this angle but small in the next. Me and this other alledge dreamer were checking out my workplace and noticing DC's go about their day. I begin saying looks like your dreamworld is peaceful and calming as I continue to observe the huge forest that has over take about 25% of the entire building. The other suppose dreamer wanted to check out the forest area, so she and I both went along there and as we did , this other DC starte following in the same direction. She then skip us and I saw another guy. He was in a mini jeep and was waving toward the direction I am in.

I then had a FA, and found myself staring at my hand while outside laying down on the streets. The sky was stormy night with no thunder or rain. It look like it would shoot down thunder but the clouds would just keep it. I got up fast and started running down the road, I could feel myself zipping through the wind. I got pass the huge double bar gates and then that's when I heard someone call my name. I decided I must've been in danger and started running even faster as the person continue to chase after me. He and I were going so fast that I couldn't even see where I was running anymore.

I then decided before I smash right in to something, I should jump, so I did and I went very high in to the sky and left him. However while going back down I try to grab on to one of the buildings windows to stop my fall but gravity had the best of me. I kept falling down in till I hit rock bottom. I could feel myself lying on the ground and the same guy who had been chasing me saying something while I was down. I wake up,

Not a whole lot recalled this morning, but certainly a bizarre one either way. But first...a not so bizarre one!
I was being made fun of by yet another guy I knew from high school. Accurately to real life, this was a guy who used to make fun of me back in the day. However, it appears my dream self is feeling awful pissed off and courageous lately! In the middle of making fun of me, I turn from my locker, walk up to him, and punch him square in the jaw. He fell on the floor, unconscious. All around me were hushed gasps. I turned to the head adult in the room and began ranting like crazy. "You have to understand, this has been going on for ages now, and none of you do ANYTHING about it. What am I supposed to do? Just sit here?? No! I won't! I refuse! I'm not going to stand for this crap anymore! ... I'm starting to notice a recurring trend in my latest dreams: A lot of random people I knew in my high school keep showing up, and often times it ends up being people who I really disliked back in the day, often due to them making fun of me. What's the significance? Not sure. But it definitely keeps happening! And as you can see...my dream self is SICK of it.
Now for the strange one! Guess what? It involves another high schooler I knew, only this one thankfully wasn't one I hated. AND YET. He was the cause of conflict in this dream.
I was in a pretty big town, standing outside. The sun was setting, but it was very cloudy, giving the sky a dull look. The guy I mentioned, call him N, comes up to me and says he has to stop me. "Stop me? What did I do?"
His response? Well, just what you'd expect. He shouted and grew 50ft in size. Must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. Despite the oddness of the situation, I was quite reasonably freaked out! I screamed and ran as fast as my legs could carry me, N stomping his way behind me, each footstep an earthquake. That's all I can recall on that one. It's like all my high school memories are coming back to get me...

Had a two day period of no recall, but I didn't let that deter me, and this morning I was able to recall two non-lucids. What was frustrating about the second one, however, is that I was almost lucid! Well, frustrating isn't quite right. It's more both heartening AND frustrating, nice and bittersweet. Here's the first non-lucid:
I was being chased by these government agent types; they were an army of about 10 men and women dressed up in black suits and equally black sunglasses. They were after me for reasons I didn't know, but what I did know was that I needed to hide. I ran all over the place trying to find a good enough hiding spot. Seemed like we were in a sort of hotel-like place. I ducked through a stairwell, noticing a guy as I passed by who I knew from real life, somebody from my high school, and for some reason, he was wearing a sombrero. He shook his head and looked away. Eventually I found a tucked away corner behind a column and waited. They passed me by, and the leading lady was barking orders left and right, having the group split up. Did I get caught? Well, let's hope not. Dun dun dunnnn.
The second dream:
I was in a classroom that looked like my old psychology class's classroom from high school. I was minding my own business, but the guy I recognized from high school in the previous dream was also in this classroom (no sombrero this time, a shame...) and he was ranting like crazy, to the point where it was bothering others. I couldn't take it anymore, so I slammed my hands on my desk, stood up, turned around, and shouted at him to just shut up. He gave a snappy retort back at me, and the entire class fell silent. I gave him a glare and sat back down in my seat. Suddenly, I got the strangest urge to do a reality check. All I could think was, I should probably reality check right now. ......And yet, nah...I'll do it later. Dismissing that thought, I noticed a fictional character from a game I play walk into the classroom. In this game, she's a little sister to the main character, so she happened to be my imaginary little sister here. She was bringing me cookies, which cheered up my grumpy mood a little. All I can say is...CURSE YOU, DREAM-SELF!!! On the one hand, I'm delighted my non-lucid self is thinking those thoughts. That's a good sign of progress. BUT SO CLOSE. Yet so far. In a dream that wasn't all that weird, funny enough, at least compared to the antics of the dream before it.

I appear to be associated with a group that is being hunted down by this large ship. We're out at sea with no land near at sight, so as are little boat is being attack. I tell them one of them that I will be back with in 10 minutes. I use a rope and did some good atheltic moves to clib to the bigger ship. As I get it I realize I have a gun and tell the enemies that I am rich now. I give off the impression that I could take them all out. The leader assumes I have a gun and shows me his. I quickly surrender with my hands in the air saying ok you got me. The leader appears to be chubby with a hat that doesn't look so pirate like.

He then orders his two henchmen to drag be down right to a spot where I notice a camera. They were filming me for who knows why. Suddenly I see he leaves and his two henchmen were not focusing on me. I make a simple run for it which actually works. I soon found other prisoners who wanted to break free as well. I make run for the stairs as they followed me. There was a woman in a blue dress who had notice me trying to escape. I assume she is working for the weird not so pirate like leader. I kept running and soon found myself inside a office building. I could hear her screaming wait as I had to make a U turn to continue running,

I begin stumble on my feet and fall for a brief moment. I could feel her beginning to hold me down as people in the corwd tell her to back off. I am guessing they help me as I was able to move again and continue running in till I notice a window. I didn't care how high it was from the ground. I just wanted to leave. I open the smaller window but realize I am too big to fit through it. I see a larger one right next to it and decide this is the one for me. I go through it and keep my balance, I thought to myself maybe playing Uncharted 4 wasn't such a bad idea. As I continue going down I notice the outside world wasn't so far from me.

I land on the ground and see a house that I recognize as mine atleast in this it is. I go to it and feel this sense of relief as I made it through this ordeal. I close my eyes and find myself waking up. I assume it was all a dream as I get up with this person staring at me. I realize I am outside on the streets, I assume I am dreaming and go inside the near by house beside me. I see a woman sleeping in her bed. I sit there and notice two men who have notice the window of her house is open. I'm sure the yare planninf on breaking in. I go out to the living room as I hear television playing the sound of tekken. Stating that a fight is about to begin. I try my hardest to open the door but the lock seem broken. I then wake up.

Boy, so many dreams again. My recall has never been this good before.

Number one. I was chasing a cop on a bicycle. The cop was in pursuit of a suspect. I saw a sign on the side of the road, saying Highway 7. The bad guy was riding a horse and carriage, the cop and me were on bicycles. The cop dropped his wallet. It was a Pulp Fiction "bad motherfucker" wallet, like mine in real life. I was determined to give the officer his wallet back, so I started chasing him. After a pretty long chase, I caught up to the cop (maybe he had caught his suspect?). I gave him the wallet. He seemed happy. Then he pointed out I had his phone too, somehow. And he was right. I remembered seeing an app on "my" phone I didn't recognize.

After the last dream, I was stuck on a nearby construction site. I don't *how* I was stuck, exactly. Every time I tried to walk out, something happened or something got in the way, blocking my path. At some point I got into a big truck, and thought I had started driving. But then I saw there was another truck in front of me who was doing the steering (it was like my truck was being towed, or was a wagon being pulled by a train), and I wasn't really in control.

Creepy view of a young woman or girl. She looked "plastic", and a tear rolled down her cheek. She did not move. I "knew" or heard a voice saying she was being turned into wood... Even her tear turned to wood before it fell.

I was leading a group of people on their way to find Han Solo. We got into a fight with an unknown enemy. We won the fight, but one of the men insisted they leave their children behind, as it had gotten too dangerous. The kids, girls aged perhaps 10, had fought alongside us wielding big guns, and had actually done quite well. I felt sorry to lose them. Alone, I quickly backtracked a bit to collect some "health packs", but as I picked them up, a turret started shooting me and chipping away at my health. Annoyed, I rejoined the others. I quickly jumped onto a ledge, and realized we had to "bait" the Millennium Falcon. We did this somehow, and the Falcon crashed. We continued, and eventually saw Han and Chewie standing high on top of a ledge/cliff - waiting for us to explain ourselves.

We were "interviewing" Han Solo. About what, I don't know. At some point I made a joking reference to Indiana Jones, but an older Asian man furiously yelled at me that I was not to mentioned other characters of the same actor to a fictional character, as this could cause a "reality collapse". I think I caught a glimpse of such a "collapse". I saw a major city literally collapse - skyscrapers crashing into the ground until all was dust and rubble.

Air battle. I was flying a jet in a dogfight against a bunch of other planes. I saw an invisible jet (it was blurry like the Predator when he's cloaked, and my weapon systems would not lock on to it) but I could still see it with the naked eye. I knew it was a Russian experimental jet. I became fixated on taking it down. Targeting it purely on feeling was hard. I chased it up, using my afterburners to climb higher - but the experimental jet had far more thrust. We reached space, where I lost all thrust (no air), but the Russian kept going and escaped. I got a radio message from command, saying to let the Russian go. The ISS would take care of him from space. I turned around and flew back down into the atmosphere.

In this fragment I caught a short glimpse of NYC from the air. I thought about how far it is from Europe, and how similar/different the climate and plant life are.

I was at a family gathering. My grandpa (on father's side) walked in. I greeted him. He asked me where Kevin (my half-brother) is. I pointed to the other side of the room, where he was standing in plain sight. My grandpa's mind in deteriorating rapidly, so I didn't blame him for not seeing him/not remembering.

I was with a group of people, navigating a strange place. Odd, large architecture, almost resembling ancient Egyptian. There was a section where we had to dive underwater and swim quite a distance. For a moment, the underwater corridors and rooms seemed to go on and on, and I worried I would drown. I saw an opening in the ceiling, kind of hidden away in a corner. I surfaced, and was somehow catapulted out of the water. I found myself in a large room. The ground had "pools" of shallow water in them. There was a group of girls lounging around, really cute Japanese girls. I think they were amused by the way I was launched out of the water. They were nice to me. I looked around, trying to find a way to get underwater. I checked every pool, looking for the one that wasn't shallow. I found it again, and did the most graceful swam dive I could manage. For a moment I worried I'd misjudged the jump and would hit the side of the pool. I didn't. I swam underwater, and suddenly I wasn't under water anymore. Puzzled, I backtracked a bit. Then I saw it: the water surface was vertical... all water on one side, none on the other. At this point things looked a bit "video gamey". The textures of the water surface... well, they looked like textures, not reality. I walked through, back into the water and saw a giant round boulder. I walked into it, and "lost health". At some point I realized my shenanigans had caused me to fall behind my allies, who were now pretty far ahead, and spread out throughout the "level".

I was hanging out with some people. An office.

I was being chased by my classmates from high school. I was with a male friend, but they're after our "group." (not sure what group) Two of my classmates chased me and my friend in a forest-like area that's reminiscent of USLS's small forest near the coliseum. Friend said he'll draw them off, but I worried that they'll still chase me. For some reason, they didn't. After a while, one did. I was trying to post on social media that I'm being chased and including the names but I didn't know yet who were chasing me until they got close enough.

I was avoiding one taking the phone away while I was running and typing.

I was at a house/garden, which once again resembled our old family home quite a bit. I may or may not have been myself (was I a woman?) and may have killed some people (a girl) or gotten them killed indirectly. A father and a victim's sister were pissed off whatever the case may be, and in pursuit. I climbed rooftops, ran through gardens and kept ahead of the pursuers. Once we reached one end of the property, I turned around, ran past them somehow and ran to the other side. Only the Benny Hill music was still missing. At one point I may have considered escaping the property for good.

We were on some kind of bleachers (?) overlooking what appeared to be an airport. I saw a large jet taking off, a Boeing 747. Above a barrier blocking my view, I saw a large road vehicle. I knew this was a "quad-decker bus", a bus with four flours. We got a different angle, and it looked more like a train. Multiple "wagons", and only the front had two levels, not four. I think we had been on vacation before, and were leaving again. I thought we were headed for the North Pole next. I said "Kurt Russel would know all about that!", referring to "The Thing", and I said this to Kurt Russel who was somehow walking with us. We talked about another movie. I tried to remember some line (from a song?), but neither of us could remember the whole thing. We laughed, and he said we'd work it out eventually. Anyway, were not headed for the North Pole. Some other guy said we had to be home by the evening, so we couldn't possibly go that far. We were headed to some boring place in my own country instead.

I arrive at my house (not really mine), and two guys are waiting for me. Bad guy, one armed with a shotgun. I think they were gangsters, here to collect an old debt. I thought they'd execute me right away, but the armed thug said it as too soon for that. I'd get a chance to pay. We enter my house, and in the room to the left I see a corpse on the floor. The "dead" man suddenly got up. It was a trap. There were vigilantes all over the house, and a gun battle erupted. At the top of the stairs, I saw a female vigilante movie who may or not have been/looked like Mary Elizabeth Winstead (who tried to kill me, she had a knife I think). I suddenly realized I had "seen this movie before", and I pressed "pause" somehow and effectively froze time!

I was in bed in the dark. Time was frozen. I looked at the woman who was sitting upright to my right, unmovingly. *REDACTED* It was actually quite creepy, only being able to see this perfectly still, dark silhouette - like a mannequin. I touched her head and moved it. She did not notice, as time was still frozen. She felt like plastic, strangely.

Sailboat, harbor (walking tight path over water, one plank secured by rope). Thought about speedboating up and down the coast of Europe. Former shift leader (Stefan, possibly in one of the sailboats?) asks how I'm doing at the new plant (I left and have had two new assignments since then). I answer evasively (I plan to leave the industry entirely), saying I was learning the "condensation" area (I work at a chem plant, if you hadn't already figured), then quickly changed my mind and said something else. I tried to climb back out of the boat (ladder), but the fridge was still open and it was to climb past its door (very tight space). I said to Stefan I should have closed it first.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I'm accompanying Mulder & Scully to a retirement home, to investigate a phenomenon. The old people here don't die and have miraculous cures and they argue it's because of some beings from anoother dimension that cares for them.
As we are talking to people, one of the gentleman is accidentally electrocuted and we try to help him with CPR without success. But his friends are not worried at all. Soon he regains his colours and he is breathing and opening his eyes.
I then see what seems to be humanoid figures like shadows on the wall, all around us. The old ladies notice my surprise, they say they are real, they see them too. They are the supposed healers.
Later we visit a community of people, like a religious cult, not clear what they are but they like to be nude sometimes and at the same time live like very conservative religious people. They also claim to have the same visitors looking over them and keeping them young and healthy, which they see as angels.
As we're there, a new couple arrives, supposedly to be accepted in the community, but after their arrival, chaos ensues as they turn out to be attackers. They start shooting and making a mess, until they finally isolate and pursue a little boy who runs away. They chase him, I chase them. They shoot at me, they eventually run out of bullets and I catch them and we fight. I win.

A couple of days ago I had a dream that I and a group of survivors were hiding in a severely damaged house. It was a good-sized one story house that looked like it had just been through a hurricane. Walls had been knocked down and about half of the ceiling was torn off.

The house was our only cover from a T-Rex that was trying to kill us. I never saw the T-Rex, because I stayed behind the walls and went the opposite way that I heard it going. Anyways, I cautiously go through the livingroom and kitchen into the garage. There are other people evading the T-Rex as well. A guy told me about a gun that was somewhere. All I remember was that it didn't have ammo or had some other problem. I back track through the kitchen and into the livingroom, evading the T-Rex. END.

Lucid dreams three days in a row. I'm on a roll. I love it.

I did a Wake Back to Bed. The beginning of the dream is fuzzy. I can't remember the moment I became lucid. I remember standing in the kitchen of an author (one I had recently been reading about in real life). He was an older man but still very nice looking. I knew I was dreaming at this point so I went up to him and started to kiss him. He seemed very happy to kiss me back. The next thing I know is we are in his bedroom. He is partly undressed and climbing into bed. I look around and see his wife's stuff all around me, on the nightstand, floor, on the bed. Even though I knew this was a dream this suddenly felt completely wrong. I wanted nothing to do with this. I needed to leave.

But since I did know this was a dream I decided to be creative about it. I went back out into the living room. There were helium balloons all around from a party for one of his kids. I grabbed a large bunch of them, holding them by the strings. I went back into the bedroom and told the author to follow me out to the front yard. We both walked out of the house and into the yard. I then told him I needed to leave. And at that point I let the balloons start carrying me up into the air. He looked at me sadly as I left, saying nothing. I floated higher and higher.

I suddenly came to the edge or top of a large dome. I "remembered" that this city was under a dome, that it was a protection from something out in the world. (I think I was a little less lucid now--at least I was letting a new story line pull me in.) I wanted to see what was out there, what this city was being protected from. I floated around looking for a door of some sort. I finally found a door-like opening and exited the dome.

To my surprise a huge space battle was happening right outside the dome (think the first scene of Star Wars III only closer to the land). All kinds of space ships large and small were whizzing by me shooting at each other. I was still clinging to the balloons. I must have been lucid enough to know I couldn't get hurt because I wasn't worried at all. I thought this was amazing to witness a battle like this so close up. The "graphics" were incredible (thank you mind). I watched this happening all around me for a while before deciding to land and see what was happening on the ground.

I found myself in a building. People that I knew were "enemies" were all around me. I no longer had the balloons but I knew I could still float, and I also made myself invisible. I hovered near the fairly low ceiling. At some point someone figured out that I was there and for the next 15-20 minutes or more (that's what it felt like) I was moving from place to place in the building trying to avoid capture. I was never really worried, but found this rather exciting. I knew that they couldn't catch me, or if they did it wouldn't be bad. At one point I remember finding a room with a baby. I woke up the baby and had to put it back to sleep. I also found myself in a kids room with a lot of bunk beds.

And that's all I remember.

Although I do remember a scene that I have no idea where it fits in. At one point when I was quite lucid I remember looking for something to eat. I went out from a house into a backyard and found a fruit tree. This tree had strange fruit on it. They were large and green. I picked one and found that the rind was very tough. The one I picked had split open, though, so I could easily pull the rind back and get to the fruit. It was white and soft and creamy--almost like a banana that's been put in a blender. It was very sweet and tasted a bit like a vanilla milkshake, but not as cold. I sucked it out, not having to chew it at all. It was quite good.

Date: 28 Dec

A typical chase-run scenario - it's been a while since I had one of these. With this one, not so much being chased but rather running away. At the old place, menacing DCs coming, I jump out the window, land on the neighbors' porch, grab some food and take off again. I continue running and flying at top speed in the neighborhood, passing by houses and yards. My awareness gradually increases and while I'm flying around this interesting old looking red building, I begin to tell myself that I'm dreaming. Now, I also find myself circling around the building while using the sticky fingers technique to hold myself to the surface. Yes, definitely dreaming.

I remember the first part of the mantra, the basic totm which was to laugh in front of a DC. There's only buildings and trees around so I fly ahead to reach the street where I spot a weirld looking DC. He's the unpleasant overly active to mildly aggressive DC type. Couple more DCs appear near us and I send him to the side to interact with them instead. I come across a tall handsome Swedish looking guy with ear-length blond hair. I make a mental note of his appearance. Ok, task time already - I announce to him that for this totm I will have to laugh like a crazy person. He waits in expectation as I laugh out loud in a manner that sounds very unnatural. This doesn't seem to impress him much and he just keeps looking at me with a blank expression. I think about the other tasks but the dream thins out and I wake up.

A mix of zombie and scientific experiment.

I was in a hotel? Condominium?

I was escaping.

I was with a guy I tried to court before. For some reason, I treated him to an ice cream (?) but then had to leave. It was inside a mall. I was looking for the way out, or to go to the other side of the mall without going out, but I didn't know how so I went outside.

I was escaping from something or someone. I was an experiment. For some reason, I returned. I got another friend/experiment who looks like a monster. The other one with me died but I only recall him from memory, not experience.

Parkour. I was in/near a hotel.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1 - Gym
I remember being on the pathway near the gym and looking out over the nearby green grass rugby field. There are the typical huge trees that are spaced alongside the walkway, but I don't recall actually doing anything

Dream 2 - The law
I forgot the better part of the dream and only remember the ending. I seem to be running after someone in the mall. I think I might be a girl? O_O. There is someone who is with me and while we're on the chase we pass through a clothing store. The store clerk is a young person who does something rude (like purposely gets in our way or pushes us).. This pisses me off, there are apparently laws against people like me hitting people like him (possibly sexism related?). My partner thinks we should just leave but I get this sudden 'I ain't taking shit from you' attitude . "Let's get him for that" I say, and trip up another young guy (he had a surfer kind of blonde afro hairstyle and a few pimples) who was just walking into the store. The guy stumbles forward and slams into the store clerk. The store clerk is on the ground in front of a changing room so I step over and casually open the door, slamming it into his face brutal. Apparently if a shop door hits someone then it isn't the fault of the customer, it's the store clerks fault ^_^ there are some weird rules in this dream. I seem to be a guy again (phew) and I need to go toilet. I'm with a few friends (John, Dave and another guy called Fraser) and I tell them I'm going to the restroom. I use the urinal and the others decided they need to go to, they all come and take a leak. For some reason I keep on going for ages, I started first and finished last ^^ such a weird dream.