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First dream

I was walking on a highway to a big city. It was warm, summer morning. I wanted to see a nuclear power plant, and an Eiffel's Tower that was a clone of the one in Paris.

Second dream

I was in school. It was dark and cold autumn afternoon. I went into the cloackroom, but after a while of trying to move in the crowded, tight room I realised that I have nothing to take from my locker. I went outside, leaving everyone back, and went to a bus stop.

After a while a bus appeared. I watched as two girls were entering it. One sat down, and was laughing for no reason. The other went to buy a ticket. I stood there, waiting for another bus that had better route, but when the doors started to close, I stopped them and went inside. To the laughing girl I said: "Changed my mind in the last moment."

The bus arrived at the city shortly. It was midnight. The bus stopped at a dark alley. I went out of the bus with one of the girls and an old woman, and then I went on my way. Alone. I walked so slow that I thought about a better transportation way, and then I got an idea.

I started to slide as if I was on ice skates, previous ice skating experiences helped me with it. I moved on the sidewalk with high speed, slided through a tunnel that wasn't there before, and decided to slide back home instead of waiting for a bus.

On the road I slided past a cyclist, but he catched up with me. We both drove into a cultists lair, avoiding fireballs and ligtning bolts shot at us. Then we drove away.

There was a boarding house in Paris, France. It was a very cute apartment and was very nicely decorated. And it was like right next to the Eiffel Tower. My mother was the owner of the boarding house, and I was part of the housekeeping team. My job was to go into all the different rooms and spray some chemical on the beds. Then in my spare time I went out and took photos of the Eiffel Tower.

I was cleaning the beds one day when I went into a room and found my mother talking to this young french lady. As I sprayed the bed, I listened in on their conversation. The french girl was telling my mother about a new exercise technique that she had invented. It involved taking the fat on your belly between two fingers and pinching it really hard for about half an hour. My mother was quite taken with this technique, and said she would give it a try. Then the girl told my mother that she had once had a record high of 520 dreams in a single night. Obviously my mind was blown and I thought to myself, "Wow, she must be an amazingly talented lucid dreamer! I wish I could do that!" I failed to do a reality check.

Then there was something about Jake the dog from Adventure Time going to an antique store. I was also for sale in the antique store, standing behind glass. This girl I like was looking at me, and coming up really close to the glass. Then I saw this huge monster walking around the store. It looked like an enormous hairy lemon with legs. These little girls thought it was funny, and ran around between his legs. Their hair tickled his underside and it angered him, so he grew these twig-like, flaky hairs out of the top of his head. They curved around over his body, and punctured his underside and grew back into his skin. So he was surrounded by this thick, woody shield that leaved only his two legs exposed. The girls couldn't tickle him anymore.

Then I was Oliver Twist, and I was being chased by Fagin through London. He eventually got worn out and laid down on a park bench and fell asleep. I went up slowly to him. He had a pet monkey that was sitting on his shoulder. I fed it some bubble gum.

Then I got back to my house. It was very late. My mother came up to me and said, "Hey, I let Fagin into the house". And I was obviously utterly shocked and outraged. But she assured me he wouldn't do anything, and that he was fast asleep. Then I asked my mom, "Why aren't you in bed?" And she said, "What? Good grief, I never sleep. I thought you knew that."

I saw myself in a mirror. My face looked basically the same, but the skin of my face was really really dry and peelly, and the skin of my face was flaking off and blowing away.

I was in a classroom, being taught a lesson, I presume.

I stood up straight away, realizing that this is a dream, I don't know how I realized. I just stood up and thought 'this is a dream.' I walked over to a door, my class seemed not to have a problem with it. I remembered that I could 'change dream scenes' or as I called it, teleporting. I went through many doors, teleporting to different places, but wandering to the next door without exploring my surroundings. I regret that now, I could have discovered more 'lucid powers.'

I come to another door, which is the last door I went through, and the only place I could remember. I decided I wanted to go to the Eiffel Tower, not a random place like I have done before. I ended up not directly under the Eiffel Tower, like I had planned. But with the Eiffel Tower a few blocks away, and me next to a river, coming out of a warehouse door, with some French lads opposite me. They taunted me, but I just ignored them and was about to go towards the Eiffel Tower, when...

My mum woke me up, by getting out of bed and making noise. All I had is a brief recollection of this lucid, which I have patched together and made this story out of.

I called this 'The Adjustment Bureau' because if anyone has seen the film, they travel through doors to different places, much like changing a scene, or rather dream scene, in my case.

This memory is very fragmented because I fell asleep again without writing it down first.

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I remember that this is not the first place we've been in. I think we've travelled around the world already. But now we're in paris with my school mates, or, some of them, that is. Perhaps a day off in an exchange student program? Anyhow. We had a couple of hours left and we went to see the Eiffel tower. We saw it from the base of the thing and thought we reeally didn't have time to do anything else. Walking to the top would've maybe been possible alone but with this group, there wouldn't have been enough time. Yet, there was no line in the elevator to the top, so we took that. At the top there was this souveneir shop thingy, where we spent a little time in because it was cold outside. After a while talking there with the other peoples, we all headed downwards. The dream ended.

I have a lot of dreams about taking field-trips with school classes.

So last night, we went on an "endurance trip." The class was split into groups of four and given a specialty trainer. After training our groups would be put through an obstacle course relevant to thair trained specialty while the rest of the class watched their performance on TV.

(This is very similar to a book series I read called The Hunger Games, based off of which I have had multiple dreams. Usually in these dreams I am in the violence, however this time I was just watching.)

For no apparent reason the class was staying at my house while we stayed up all night watching the group's performance on TV.

I knew three of the four group members: Brandon (a "chum" of mine, don't know well, but he is very nice and humorous), Tania (we were very good friends a few years back and occasionally still get together), and Sarah (we were friends during 2nd and 3rd grade), and a 2nd guy I don't know in RL.

It was nighttime and it appeared that they were climbing the Eiffel Tower (I'm not sure what the reason was). And a bomb detonated. Suddenly there were bombs going off all over the dang tower (they looked more like mega-high-voltage shocks, I'm nots sure). The coordinators of the obstacle course only meant to have one bomb and the anonymous guy's ex-girlfriend was suspected of sabotaging the course.

Most people were shocked, some were awed and maybe even proud of the girl for "getting revenge", but I seemed to be the only one who was crying over it.

However, the group still had to complete the course. I walked away from the TV and stood looking out a glass door. Suddenly I could see the four group members sitting on a bench just outside of the door. They were talking to a gruop of guys who were apparently friends of the anonymous guy.

Brandon was telling jokes to the guys and laughing with them, apparently unscathed. The anonymous guy was presumed dead, but he had a hood on and I couldn't see his face. Tania was slumped down and sweating terribly with a fever, somehow she'd gotten sick. Sarah had apparently lost several toes and was relatively out of it, like a concusion.

I was telling the rest of the class what I saw, describing how bad the situation was. But then I started to wake up. As the dream was fading I realized the coordinators were giving me the option of replacing one of the group members so that they could be taken care of and I would help the group carry on. However, I awoke too soon to decide my course of action.