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03.02.2013

Electrical Madness and the Elemental Warrior (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in some sort of alternate world that had mystical creatures and a ton of weird stuff. There was some sort of warrior (and I believe I was this warrior) that could control the elements of fire, water and wind. This warrior was about 12 feet tall and very muscular. For some reason, this warrior died and a huge tomb was made on his honor.

Suddenly, due some sort of magnetic disturbance, the electronics went berserk, is like they had consciousness. Suddenly, everything that had at least a microchip would start working on its own. It felt very dangerous because there were some sort of Uzi guns that had a microchip that assisted in automatic shooting. I could see small items that were attacking other people.

Someone went to the warriors tomb. It appears than an Uzi gun was inside the tomb and it would ressurect the warrior somehow. The warrior resurrected, but three small replicas of him instead. Each replica controlled an element.

The fire replica would shoot fireballs with his hands and he was able to incinarte buildings entirely. The wind one created tornadoes and the water one got killed almost right away it spawned, so I had no idea.

The warrior replicas were fighting but they ended up being destroyed.

Hi, this is my first post so I apologise for anything incorrect or confusing.

The dream with be written in bold and what I think it means will be in italics.

I was in a big pub like room, but no bar, just the room and I was with some of my friends (although I don't know who). The pub was suddenly on fire, I wasn't burning or hot or anything though, I was trying to get out of the pub, but I was in no rush. I turned around and my friend and apparently the person I loved, was lying on a hospital bed dying. This didn't worry me, but I stayed with them until the end, then went on with what I was doing, which was just looking around. I looked down at m leg, because it suddenly felt different, and all the muscle in my calf had gone, but the skin was still there, I have no idea how. There was more to the dream, but I don't remember it as the dream was a few nights ago.

some pretty weird stuff there! I have no idea what I'm talking about, no experience with interpreting dreams or anything, but I think, going on the fact that dreams are memories and fantasies, that the person I loved dying on a hospital bed was because of a story I had heard from the person I love, about someone he knew dying a while back. The fire may have been because I was hot as its summer and about 25 degrees at night. The leg muscle, I have no idea at all, that's just weird. And my no panicking, also weird, may have just been because subconsciously I knew it was a dream or seething like that. That's my best effort haha

Peace out.

This night I had a very profound dream.

I was at some kind of festival in a field, there was a tent, within this tent were simple tables, square bales of hay, and through the middle was a large electrical cable with a thick plastic cover. Next to the cable was a table, sat at this table was my eldest sister (my sister dearest to me), she had carelessly thrown a cigarette butt onto the plastic cover of the cable. The cable began to melt and catch alight and sparks started to fly. I hurried to the cable and tried to put the fire out.

The next thing I know I was sat opposite my sister at the table. My sister was trying to tell me something that had happened to me as a child, something terrible. She seemed very distressed by it and kept saying "I'm so sorry Rob, I'm so sorry.". She did not know how to begin telling me.

Just as she was about to get the words out of her mouth a small child came up to the table and so my sister had to change the conversation to something cheerful and not depressing to pretend everything was okay to the child "..And then we cleaned up the mess and everything was okay.".

As the child went away, she started to say that she was sorry and that she was going to tell me now. I was then awoken by my alarm clock.

This dream left quite a big mark on my mind for a while, I've been trying to figure it out but I can't.
I think it might be about a repressed memory that I have had as a child but I have no idea what it could be.

End of journal.

[color="#483d8b"]We were standing by the window, watching people go by.
Suddenly everyone started rushing down the spiral stairs, one of my best friends was also with me. The building was apparently on fire.
When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I realized that it's cold outside and I ran back up to get my coat :|.
By then everyone else was gone, I saw them through the window in the building right next to this one. They were all sitting by a table, it was some kind of a feast or something. I thought that it would be rude to go there late and I decided to stay in the burning house. Wut. I heard a girl scream somewhere but I didn't think much of it.
I knew that the power would be gone soon, I took my watch, it was a bit over 7 pm. The digital clock said it was 1 am, I never questioned that.
I accepted my inevitable fate and sat on the sofa with a blanket, waiting for it.[/color]

This was a scary dream .__.

I guess I'm quite afraid of fires, this certainly isn't the first nightmare about fire.

There was a multiple murder at the edge of town along the forest in some shacks. I had a vision of what happened kind of on a television in my mind. One of the murders happened like this: a guy started riding a horse away from his house, away from a danger. There was a fire that was engulfing the land below him and he was racing away from it. Then the fire on the ground stopped but there were flames coming from him. There was a sense that he was causing the fire to come from the air by racing through it so quickly on the horse and I thought that if he just slowed down, the fire would go out. He got to a wood clearing. Then he shot himself in the head. A police officer related the shooting to the media by doing a backflip. Then, I was watching news coverage of the event next to a lake. It was like Hurricane Sandy. There was a benefit/donation number for money that would go to the families. There was a number for crime tips. I went into a lake and was swimming in it. It was beautiful. Then I went up onto this land area that reminds me of the area by the shed where I used to live. People in the media were questioning me and others. Somebody offered me a beer and I declined because it was honey flavored and I didn't think it would be good. He said it was the best beer in the world. I tasted it and indeed it was good.


I went skiing with my family. We were walking up the mountain. There was no lift. There was no snow. I got to the top and instead of going on skis, people were hopping on socks that would fly over not snow but metal rollers. I was going down and had a good hang of it. The problem was that there were too many people in the way and I had to slow down. At one point in the descent I got to a train station. Everyone was going through. I tried to go through using my metro card but it wasn't working. I went to buy a ticket at the machine but my coins weren't all going in. I had to bang on the machine so that they'd go in. As I banged, they went in but the price that I still had to pay went up. Also, my coins turned into little toy naked girls and I was embarrassed that the employee would see them. Later I was walking around at college. I wondered why there was a lobby in every building with chairs to sit in. I reasoned that it was worth building this part of the building because students would like it and if a college didn't have such areas students would be unhappy and go to different colleges. I was hungry and went to the dining hall to get a slice of pizza. When I got to the register I tried to pay with a 20 dollar bill but the woman didn't have enough change and she was frustrated that I payed with a 20. I told her I'd go find some coins. I found many many "coins" but they were actually nails. There were big nails representing more money and small nails representing less. I picked up all I could carry in my arms and walked back to the register. My money turned into vegetables especially potatoes. They were huge potatoes.

Ok so this is my first dream journal entry, I was not lucid during this dream.
I Dreamed I was lying in a hospital bed next to my cousin Kimberly. She was sick and for some unknown reason her family hated her. I looked around the room and I saw a little girl crounched down in the corner of the room crying. I immediately walked to her and asked her why she was crying, but she didn't answer. Suddenly I was outside of the building I was previously in. The house looked like a log cabin and it looked like I was in a village when I looked around. Suddenly the house was set afire and I ran inside to help my cousin and the little girl. But when I got inside she wasn't there and neither was the little girl, but in her place on the bed was a very petite looking woman. Very sickly looking. I grabbed a peice of bed cloth from the floor and wrapped it around my arm so I could break a window. I ran over to the woman and picked her up (She was really tiny). I never had to break a window so I ran out the door I came in. When we were outside I carried her to a safe area. Then I started to search for I'm guessing my love and I called his name "Damon". He didn't answer so I ran over to a house I think was his but It too was burning down. So I cryed out to him once more and then I wake up.

I don't know who the little girl was in the dream but I do know who the Damon guy is. He is a character in a show I love to watch.

I was at the beach with my mother. We were fleeing though, someone was after us.

Later in the dream, I was in the car with my mother. I received a text on my phone. I flipped it open to find a very mysterious text. Many more kept coming.

The texts were threatening. They threatened revenge, told us to watch our back, and expect our lives to be in ruins by the time they were finished with us.

They sent us pictures with people who had their faces burnt in acid.

I wanted to call the cops, but my mother said that it was probably just some angsty teenager. We kept driving home. I was a little shaken up, but my mother said it likely wasn't anything to worry about.

A few minutes later, my father calls my mother's cell phone and tells her that when he went outside he found his car had its windows smashed open and everything was torn up. He drove it irregardless, and then it blew up a few miles later. The car had been hijacked.



We immediately stopped the car and turned around. We realized that they had been stalking us for some time and now could recognize our vehicles and target them out. We needed to immediately get off of the country road and somewhere safer.

They kept sending us threatening texts. I was trying to pinpoint who these people could be and why they were after us. From their texts, I could tell that they were teenagers/young adults and were gothic.

Awhile later, my mother and I decided to try to come back home again. We parked the car in the garage and turned off the engine.

"Wait...listen," I whispered. I heard the creaking of the floor above us. I heard talking. We weren't alone.

"We need to go. We need to call the cops," I desperately whispered. We tried to start up the car, but the engine stalled. The car wouldn't start. The car had made so much noise it was clear that our perpetrators knew that we were home.

"Hide," I whispered. We hid in a staircase. I pulled out a gun and my mother's eyes widened. I am normally a nonviolent person, but when my loved ones are in danger I will fight. I was ready to blow their brains out. These criminals had caused us so much distress. I couldn't imagine ever losing my mother, so I was very ready to protect her.

I tried to call 911 on the cell phone. The dial tone was so loud. I heard footsteps creeping up the stairs.

I could feel their presence lurking, becoming closer and closer to us.



A figure appeared before us. I aimed my gun at him only to find that it hadn't been reloaded. Fuck.

He smirked and raised his gun, paused, and added, "you don't think I'd let you die so easily? No. Your deaths shall be slow and painful."

He turned around and left.

We needed to get the fuck out of this house.

But our escapes were blocked.

In the process of running, my mother and I got separated.

I found myself alone in a small foyer between two stories. I heard small bombs exploding and could hear the the cracking of burning wood. The house was on fire.



A figure emerged from the shadows and called my name.

"...Hello?" I called back.The figure of a young adult appeared. He had scruffy black hair. A white, cotton T-shirt and ripped up jeans. He had dark circles around his eyes.

"Zukin. I have been watching you, my love," he whispered.

"Who are you?" I pleaded, backing into a corner.

"My name is Arcane. You've broken my heart so many times and failed to even acknowledge my existence. All I want is to be with you, but there are so many people in the way. And so I realized; the only way I could ever have you completely to myself, the only way you could forever be mine, is if we died together that way."

He grabbed my hand but I quickly pulled away.

"Time is running out," he pointed out. The fire was beginning to engulf the exits and I could hear the morphing and crying of the burning, warping wood.

"In any afterlife, or lack thereof, I would still never be yours. You're a psychopath," I exclaimed. A hurt look crossed his face.

"I thought you were different," he whispered, "Normal people call me a psychopath. It's only the misunderstood who understand me. I thought we could have a life together. I've dreamed of it for so long. All I have ever wanted is you in my arms, I would be so good to you," he revealed.

He had the saddest defeated look on his face, "Please. I understand now. You clearly don't want me, and I will accept that. I only wish I knew that from the beginning so that I could have stopped all of this. But there's no time left now. Please, take my hand."

He collapsed to the ground in agony. I told him that we could change all of this if we acted now and made our escape.

"I'm too heartbroken to carry on," his eyes dazed into the distance, longing. I tried to grab his hand to pull him up, but he refused. He really did seem physically weakened. I needed someone stronger to carry him out of the burning house.

"Arcane, please try to get up," I pleaded one last time. The ceiling was beginning to collapse from the fire.

"There is one final bomb that will explode soon. You need to leave before it detonates. Leave me here, go, carry on," he whispered with a voice full of despair.

I couldn't just leave him here, but there was no way I could convince him to go with me. I opted to find someone stronger to carry him from the house.

"Arcane - I am coming back for you. Please, don't give up yet. We can change all of this," I pleaded.

"Promise you will come back for me?" He looked up and added.

"I promise," I whispered back.

I ran out of the burning building and cried for help. I told one of the firefighters that there was still someone left inside the burning house who could no longer walk and he needed to be saved.

But as soon as those words came out of my mouth, the bomb in the house exploded, leaving only wreckage.



I was struck with sorrow.

After several hours, only ashes remained. I searched through the wreckage for any sign of life. I found Arcane's body, depleted of breath. His skin had remained untouched by the fire, but his spirit was long gone. He was lifeless, his body full of sadness as someone who hadn't had their promise fulfilled.

Burning Down the House

I looked up to a house on a hill. There was a big picture window through which you could see a small fire, as though in a fire place. The occupants doused the fire with some type of fuel and it caught that face of the home completely on fire. I thought about helping to put the fire out, but realized there was nothing I could do. The house was going to burn to the ground.

Strangely, the fire subsided to its original size after about 6 seconds.

This is the second dream of exploding or growing fire in just a few nights. See Futuristic

Sweet Ass

I was with a brown-haired girl with freckles. She was beautiful and had a great figure. I put my hand on her side and moved it down her waist towards her ass.

She saw that I liked her ass and stuck it out to the side in an attractive way, not in a cheap way. Her outfit was white with a couple solid brown, curvy brown designs.

In some kind of forest and there’s a wooden building quite large suddenly everything’s on fire so escape and look back at the burning building and some strange figure steps out on fire, looks like a burning Gandalf kind of zombiefied from the flames. Says something about how I’m fighting the undead!

There was this artificial beach with a giant wall and like fake bit of sea off this new road in my town. The wall was covered in graffiti and there was this lady who seemed like a council member saying how graffiti would be banned because of it.

Back at the old house I grew up in (2nd night in a row I’ve dreamt this dream sign) must have triggered some lucidity because I remembered that I could fly if I wanted to and that it was once a common dream sign of mine to the point where I thought I could do it in reality! The flying wasn’t like superman flying more like floating a few feet off the ground and in order to do it I had to do swimming motions with my feet & arms but still quite fun though. I was using this skill to fly over our garden & the neighbour’s garden to put something into their recycling bin because we didn’t have one. Also remember there being a tunnel leading away from the street with a big wooden door at the end that had swung shut & I was thinking I need it to be open so when I drive away I don’t have to get out my car to open it.

10/18/12
7:00 AM
Wake Back To Bed

• Fell back to sleep with goal of dreaming not expecting to become lucid.
• Let images come to me and settled on flying down a winding shape that became a river with tree covered hills on both sides.
• As I fell asleep I imagined that I was a stream of fire flying down the winding river.

Now asleep and dreaming but not lucid. I was leading a long trail of fire but couldn't see the flames coolness in front of me. So in order to see the flames I would glance behind me and then continue flying over the snaking river. The last time I looked behind me the entire bend of the last turn in the river and all the way up one bank was completely engulfed in flame. I thought this looked totally awesome and took off around the next turn.

To my surprise I found that it was now night time and I was way up high overlooking the river and gripping tightly to the top of a steal structure with a couple pipes that were protruding beside me being the only objects higher up than I was. As I questioned what was going on and how to get down I realized my situation and took two looks at my hand. Yup. Funny looking indeed I was dreaming. I remained calm and decided that I would attempt flying again.

I lifted myself over the edge of the structure and flung myself out into the night. Disappointing as it may be, I fell through the dark and the wind rushed past me. Then I temporarily became less lucid. When I landed in a dark sort of carnival area, my brain tried telling me that I had used a zip line to get down but after seeing my cousin standing in front of me I quickly shrugged off the notion and did another reality check.

At that moment my cousin Michah began to transform. First he shrank to about 2 foot tall and became a bit distorted. Then he continued to shrink into a small cantaloupe sized fur-ball with big feet and a creepily human face. I thought that I'd keep it around and tried to put it on my shoulder. It didn't like that at all and squirmed out of my hands and jotted around my feet.

Just then another version of my cousin came out from between two poorly lit booths. He didn't look like my cousin but never the less I decided that I would try to get rid of the furball and take my dream elsewhere. I probably shouldn't have waisted the time and tried spinning or something. But regardless, I attempted to put the creature in the sudo-cousins hand but both were completely apathetic to me and each other. The creature became a little aggressive and nipped my hand like a playful pup and though I knew I was dreaming I skipped back from it and I woke up.

8-22-08

Lucid dream:


I started out watching these helicopters all coming into town. I had never seen so many helicopters all together, so I was curious. There were at least twelve, and they were light helicopters--not military. They entered inside this building that had this huge open area in the middle (like a stadium). The helicopters stopped and hovered and men started to rappel out of them. I realized that they were doing some kind of practice drill. I watched them until they left. I then ran to the window to see them fly off. I noticed they were joined by a what looked like a flying car. I thought that was funny that someone had designed something that looked like the flying car from Harry Potter. Then I noticed that that there were kayaks out there. I thought it was funny that the kayaks were on the same level as the flying things (but that didn't trigger lucidity. In fact, I think I even thought about how this wasn't a dream).

It wasn't until I walked away and looked down and noticed that I wasn't wearing a shirt...or bra, that it finally hit me that I was in a dream.

[I am sooooo glad that that dream sign finally triggered lucidity...so often I miss it completely and come up with some logical reason that I'm half naked.)

The first thing that I did was to take off flying. I love to fly so much that I can't miss the opportunity. So I flew high into the sky--about as high as I have ever been--and then just let myself free fall. I felt the wind rush past me. It was such an exhilerating wonderful feeling that when I landed (softly) on the ground I made myself do it again. This time I didn't want to waste the time flying up. So I just changed the scenery so that I was up extremely high in the sky again. I was so high I could see the curvature of the Earth. Then I let myself fall again. I suddenly knew why people liked to skydive so much. There is no other feeling like being able to fall like this. I was stretched flat on my stomach and holding my arms out where the wind pushed them upward. I did this several times, loving every second of it.


Then I remembered that I really wanted to try to breathe fire.

I was now inside this room. There was a little girl sitting on the floor and and older man at the far side. I took a deep breath and blew out. Nothing. I did it again. Nothing. I tried a third time, and again, nothing happened. I then remembered how joshbotch had success "spitting" fire. I tried doing that, but nothing happened. I felt discouraged. I wondered if this was beyond my ability. Then I reminded myself how it was when I first tried to make fireworks come out of my fingers. I had had the same problem. I wondered if I should do the fireworks one again to help my self confidence. But then I decided that I could breath fire if I really truly believed that I could do it.

So I tried again. This time I opened my mouth a little wider and made the air coming out of it as hot as I could, and I breathed out all of my air, making a little "hhhhhhh" sound at the end. At the very end of that breath I suddenly saw orange flames. I drew in another breath and tried the same thing again. This time I was able to create more flames. The flames extended out from my face about 12 inches.

I tried it again. This time I reached out my hand and put my fingers in the flame. I could feel the heat, but it was not painful. I did it several times while putting my hand into the flame. I was very fascinated with the way it felt.

I then tried to make the flames go further. This time I got them to go out 18 inches or so. I knew that if I kept trying that I would be able to make them go further and further.

But I decided that I wanted to try something different. I wanted to see if the flames were real enough to catch something on fire. I looked down to where the little girl was playing on the floor. Next to her was an old empty cardboard box. I leaned down a started blowing flames on the box. After a couple of breaths I noticed the edges of the box start to turn black and finally I saw the orange flames spread along one side of the box. I felt very satisfied.

I then saw the old man sitting across the room. I decided to go up to him and ask him what he thought about what I could do. I walked over and started to ask him to watch me. But he interrupted and told me he had already been watching me.

I then looked at my hand and saw that my fingers looked normal except for my fourth finger on my right hand. It split at the middle knuckle and had two finger tips come out from it. I realized that that was very typical of what I had seen in previous dreams.


I don't remember the transition. But I was suddenly in another room next to a window. I remembered that I had wanted to see what it was like to crash through a window. So I took a running dive at the window and felt the glass break as I broke through. It was easy to break though and not painful at all, though I heard the noise of the glass breaking and felt the slight barrier of the glass.

Once outside I flew along the street, just a few feet above the ground. I looked around seeing that all the colors were extremely vivid. I then noticed that the sun was setting casting a pinkish glow on everything.

At this point I woke up.

Superheroes (8:07)

To their surprise, a group of friends discover that they all have superpowers. The superpower is unique to the person. One of them can create force fields, which comes in handy when villains begin shooting energy bullets at them. Still, she barely gets up the shields in time, which makes her friends nervous enough to shout at her a bit. In the middle of a sentence, someone realizes that the villains just shot a "seminuclear bomb" at them. They all shout and panic, and the bomb goes off. From a distant perspective, you see a cylindrical shield appear around the group just in time to protect them from the blast.

Thinking they've succeeded, the villains approach the area of the ocean where the group of superheroes had been swimming. Soon after they reach the spot, the shield disappears, presumably releasing radiation poisoning into all of the villains. They all start making funny faces. I'm curious about how this movie is going to depict radiation sickness--it seems like something that would be difficult to cartoonify.

Autumn (8:07) (LUCID)

It's a beautiful fall day. I'm walking over the grass in a section of woods where all the trees are bare of leaves, and I'm not alone. There are dozens of people nearby, walking every which way, although I am traveling alone. I reach the crest of a small hill, but rather than walking down the other side, I keep on walking straight into the air. I suppose that must mean I'm dreaming, but I'm not sure I feel like doing anything about that.

On second thought . . . I do a reality check to get into the mindset of dream control. I still have to prove that I can exercise some kind of control over fire. I decide to try to use lightning. Looking at a nearby tree, I gesture at it somehow. To my surprise, with a flash and a bang, a bolt actually strikes the tree. It's on fire, now, but the fire is highly stylized. The tree is covered in a bunch of orange and black sprites--little crescent moons that randomly switch from left-facing to right-facing. I'm not sure that counts as actually starting a fire. I turn to another tree and try to hit it with lightning, too, but this time, nothing happens.

I give up on the lightning, and try to set the grass on fire with a sweeping motion of my arm. A ramrod-straight, paper-thin line of flame about a dozen feet long appears on the ground, but it doesn't interact much with its surroundings. I try to make lava from the foothills flow down through a nearby riverbed, but that doesn't really work, either.

Carefully, I look up at the clouds above me. I worry that without any trees or grass in my field of vision, the dream will start to come apart. The sky is pretty, but I look down again quickly. A little later, and without any apparent warning, the dream just stops. My vision's not black, per se, but I can't see anything.

Novice Author (8:07)

A novice author has recorded a video explaining the story behind her recent short book. She starts by reading something apparently from a writing textbook, about how it's a good idea to write the ending first, then pretend to get flustered by all the complicated detail and explain to the reader that you'll have to go back and tell it all from the beginning. I recognize that technique from a lot of the books I've read, and apparently the author does, too, because she looks up from the book to interject a short phrase meaning something like, "Just like they do in the classics!"

While the video credits are rolling, the girl's roommate comes into the room wearing a bathrobe. She's just trying to get her laundry from the machine, but as a joke the vlogger intercepts her, and in the struggle the robe comes untied. Eventually the roommate does manage to put on a pair of underwear. Then the vlogger's top comes off, too, and they sit down on the ground and start kissing. I'm pretty sure this is the first time either of them have explored this part of their sexual orientation, so, good for them!

Frags:

• A volcano goes off and we have to climb up a series of gigantic, cubical cliffs in order to escape the lava flows. The cliffs have a consistency similar to tofu. I take a few wrong turns.

I don't really remember the first two dreams, so I'll just summarize them. They were about a personal conflict of which minecraft server do I choose, as I have been playing two at a time recently. It involved slaves building materials, dividing land, etc. The second dream was like the first, it had the same basic idea, but was different.

Dream 3

I remember driving around town, and there was multiple fires, generally small, but still dangerous. One specifically was this shopping center that had 3-4 fast food restaurants in it. They all had smoke coming from them, but it just looked like ordinary machinery steam. After a bit, we realized the one restaurant was actually smoking, it was on fire. We then actually saw some flames. I remember there were a few other fires in the dream, and I was put into one of two groups. We mined, put fires out, explored the area, etc. At the end of the day all fires were put out, we had collected some materials from mining(Random, don't ask me why we did that), and got to know each other quite well. One of two teams decided they liked this place so much, that they wanted to live here. They made this shrinking device that they used on the whole team to shrink to about 2-3 inches in length. They lived in this bush, miniaturized in this huge forest. Our team checked back on them a week later by calling their cell, two of their team died, but the rest had been living life well, building, inventing, starting life over fresh. I then actually visited them some time later, and their number had multiplied, the team leader crossbred with some animals and had many children...We had food with them, which was pretty interesting, they were like their own nation. I saw some insect crossbreeds, and 2-3 others, then there was one more I was looking for but never found. It was like a creeper crossbreed or something like that. Turns out they were water dwellers. Tons of them were in the water. The dream ended around this time.

Finally I have had a dream! I haven't been able to sleep for 2 days!

I wasin a lodge right by a very snowy mountain getting ready to go out and play in the snow. This old guy, you know the sort, bald with a bit of hair on the sides, hair is white, wearing villager clothes came in. I was instantly teleported without the man onto a bare, stone mountain without snow. A loud voice from nowhere told me to destroy the stone so that it would be flat in the area. The world became minecraft(everything turned to blocks) for a few minutes while I destroyed the stone then I had to destroy some gravel too. After that the old man came and dug out a small hole and put some fake grass in the hole. 90 sheep came hurdling to get onto the giant cliff that was now suddenly above us.
I was told to take the elevator that magically appeared right next to me to gather up all 10 of the remaining sheep. They followed me back to the old guy and I saw that he had started a fire. He yelled "boo" and all the sheep jumped right into the fire and disintegrated. I then woke up.

I was in this computer game. I'm not sure how I knew, but I just knew that I was in a game. All the areas were based on personality types. The main area was for ENTJs. Since I have an INTJ personality, I looked for the INTJ area and quickly found it.

The next thing I remember, I was playing Sims 3. It was the day of the prom at the high school, and my Sims were attending. There was a full moon that night, though, and I was afraid the school might get overrun by zombies (with the Supernatural expansion pack, zombies can appear when there's a full moon, but I'm pretty sure they can't get into buildings).

I soon ended up back in what I think was the first game. This time, though, I was in this dark, basement-like area. At one point, Kayleigh, my tulpa (essentially a sentient imaginary friend imposed on reality - yes, this is relevant to the dream) appeared and wanted to lead, so I let her.

We ended up in this room with a huge pool. There were a lot of people there; there was some sort of pool party or something going on. I don't remember much of the next part, but I do remember what happened a bit later on. Still in the pool (which was shallow enough to stand in, at least where I was standing), a little girl said to me, "I want you to bring her again," referring to Kayleigh. Then she added, "Maybe we'll all make them, and they can have their own pool party." I'm not sure exactly who she meant by "them", but she was referring to either tulpae or simply imaginary friends. I have a feeling it was the latter.

After that, I woke up, but I went back to sleep soon after.

In the second dream, I was running a race. I was near the finish when the dream began. Just after I crossed the finish line, I was suddenly in a mansion. I was upstairs and trying to find a way downstairs. For some reason, a little kid was following me (not the girl from last time, though - this was a boy). I found the stairs and headed downstairs, but, when we got to the bottom of the stairs, we couldn't go anywhere because there were trucks in the way. They weren't just pick-up trucks; they were big semi-trailer trucks. Why there were several trucks in the middle of a mansion, I have no idea.

Anyway, I was about to head back upstairs and look for another way down when one of the truck drivers offered to move his truck. Somehow, the boy and I ended up in the truck. The driver parked the truck in a parking lot somewhere. Getting out was a challenge, though. The cab was very high up, and there were supposed to be steps that would extend down.

Now, this is where it gets ten times as bizarre. To get the "steps", I had to unfold them, and they were made of this thin, filmy, papery substance. I had to somehow unfold that and actually walk down them. I'd nearly got the steps completely unfolded when the truck driver said there was no light at the bottom of the steps, so he struck a match and attempted to drop it on the bottom of the unfortunately flammable-looking steps. I pulled the steps back up to get them out of the way, but he kept trying to throw lit matches at the steps.

The fourth match he threw actually hit the steps, setting them on fire. I threw them out of the truck, accidentally hitting the truck driver and setting his shirt on fire. Not knowing what to do, I panicked and woke up almost instantly.