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Unlike last night, where I know what went wrong, I don't know what didn't work last night. I did everything that consistently wins a lucid.

Something to do with me eating at this cafe. Somebody who was out to assassinate me fired a grenade launcher through the window. I yelled everyone to get down and dove away from the table. The grenade exploded.
I ran down the road into a suburban area and my assailant followed me. She was this shorter black girl with an army uniform. After running a few blocks, I looked back and saw that her grenade launcher had vanished. She looked confused. I came back after her to fight her in hand-to-hand combat but she vanished when I got closed.
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Somehow connected to a dream where more people were out to kill me. I was purchasing a gun and the owner of the gun store was showing me how I should load the bullets with a little piece of toilet paper in-between. It's supposed to make the gun much more accurate.
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Somehow connected to a dream about my parents when they were young and had first met.

I was semi lucid and I 'remembered' that I wanted to visit this record store that my friends were into. I remember crossing the road and there was this big group of fat guys wearing matching shirts who were apparently the band that the record store was known for.
When I got inside I saw that the entire store was empty 'cept for a cash register and a couple of racks of candy. The cashier was really cranky and told me that I wasn't a 'true fan' and that I should get out.

There was some full-on lucidity in here somewhere, but I can't recall what happened.

Well there is always tomorrow night...

1st. I was at a complex with a bunch of friends. We all stayed here because we were all diagnosed with cancer, the results would come back like the pathway results came back from school, each had the type of cancer with the recommended treatment, I remember Courtney Frame and Sophie Baker being there. This kind lead to another dream although I can’t remember the exact details, on thing I do remember though is stealing from shops..

2nd. This dream involved someone out in the parking lot being chased by a police car and although the people in there had never talked to me, they were somehow connected to me in the dream and I feel like they also had something to do with the first dream. I was in the parking lot and the man drove up to me, he reminded me of Sarah Faucett’s dad but driving a different car that was smaller, shitty and a weird colour like the colour of my eyes in that grass profile pic. There were children in the back and as I said I somehow felt that I had met this man before in the dream somewhere, so I hopped in, there were no creepy vibes about getting in the car (although there should have been) just a sense of urgency.
He began to talk about our escape saying that I would drive the car when he got out. I stated that I had never driven a car before, he replied by saying that it didn’t matter and that we had a big head start on them (Police) anyway. We drove past a town and the man was extremely surprised because he said he had not seen people so close to where we had been. At this town was a gigantic hall, so we got out.
The hall was a community hall because there were posters outside stating that if you needed any help to just go to the community hall and there were a couple of people in there, one was a girl with black hair. The man went somewhere after this and I was outside the hall by myself. There were a couple of people here and they looked very sick. I remember trying to get their attention and that the windows were like they were next to a hot shower so they were steaming. People had written messages in them although I wiped them off to get my point across (Not sure what that was). The man met back up with me and told me that he was going inside for some reason, I followed. The interior of the hall looked exactly like a barn, exactly. The man and the girl began to talk and this is where the dream get’s extremely weird and out of place. He was put up for execution and executed soon after, although later he was somehow revived .
(I’m really not sure about this part, the more I think about it the more I can’t remember) This part somehow resembled a Facebook post I had read earlier about someone who had cancer and moved to Oregon to chose the way she wanted to die, so I did exactly that. There were two men standing by me, one of them was was the man that had rescued me. The man that rescued me had a rifle and the other man had a bat, although I chose to be executed by being shot. I was surrounded by family I believe and then I was shot.
There was a next part to the dream although there is no way I could remember it? I’m pretty sure my family was there though.

07.10.2014

Krauser Pierces Through My Chest and Kills Me (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m in a narrow hallway, and I’m encountering a dream character that resembles Krauser from Resident Evil 4. There’s several feelings of helplessness, and the overall setting of the dream gave an impression that things won’t turn out well for me. The environment seems to be some kind of aftermath of an explosion.

Based on the color of the ground, and the bland formatting of the building I’m in, there seemed to have been a laboratory here. There’s bits of metal and other scraps scattered all around the area, and random combustions of fire as well.


What’s weird about this environment is that it was fairly wide, but the space in which I can traverse was fairly limited; almost to the point where I felt it was intentionally done so I would only focus on the Krauser DC that’s slowly coming after me.

There’s a bit of discrepancies in validating whether or not I’m in a dream body version of me, or some alteration between Leon. What made me convinced it was the former presumptions is that I had full reign on how I moved in the dream itself while also being able to spectate myself from a behind the back third person perspective.

And seeking any means of escape was pretty much futile since I had to deal with him first. I knew something bad was going to happen based from personal experiences, but I still tried to defend myself from him. Naturally, I used whatever weapon I had on me at the time, which happened to be a regular pistol.

My plan was to go along with the logic of defeating this guy in the game, which would be shooting him in the legs in hopes that he would have one knee to the ground to expose his chest for me to shoot him before he gets back up from the relapse. For some reason, zooming in on the pistols iron sights shifted to a view as if I was using a sniper rifle.


The aiming aid consisted of a very thin white cross with some short perpendicular lines on each end; at least two for each side that seemed to have been formatted for me to get straight into focus, and maybe avoid using peripheral vision within that line of sight. The subtle smoke that wraps around the atmosphere makes things a bit blurry.


Almost suitable for the sake of giving off the dream-esque effect where the contours of things aren’t as rigid and defined. I shift my awareness from the sights back to a first person view.


Krauser doesn’t seem to look like the actual one, and has a few modifications for his visage, but with how I’m too engulfed with instincts to survive, I can’t render him out in detail except for the organic like arm blade he has.


I shoot his legs a few times, but it doesn’t seem to be working at all, but I still keep shooting. Then I get a sensation around my neck and head that my weapon is about to run out of ammo. Somehow, I’m redirected to an inventory screen, and I see that I’m fairly limited in options of which weapons to utilize to assess this seemingly futile endeavor.

I wanted to take out a grenade to see if I could cause substantial damage to him, and proceeded to do so, only to find that it doesn’t really seem to scathe him. I go back to the inventory screen, and I feel there’s more options for me to use, but I felt that while I’m doing that, he’ll only get closer and closer.


Kind of like playing Five Nights at Freddy’s, and you look into the camera too much, and Freddy, or one of them comes up to you and kills you the moment you take your eyes away from the camera. I keep shooting with my pistol, and I eventually run out of bullets.


Just as I was preparing to reload, he’s already close to me, grinning as he knows that any other attempts to attack him would be useless, and he uses the mutant organic arm blade of his to stab me in the chest. As he’s about to do this, I’m visualizing myself in the front from a third person perspective, and I watch as my mouth opens from the pressure, along with the air around me creating some kind of gushing sound effect.


I eventually shrivel up in my last movements and die, and blood is coming out of my mouth while the chest seems to be filled with a darker color of blood.

Funny thing is that I was imagining a few months back of how I would fight this guy again should he ever randomly show up; thinking I would find a way to win, but ironically, expectations of what will happen in a dream doesn’t always turn out to be the case, especially if one invested in a bit of time imagining themselves accomplishing whatever goals they had in mind.

We went to an apartment building with my family to celebrate my cousin was expecting another baby. There were a lot of people at the party and i was a little uncomfortable with the lack of space.

I was in a cinema, my father and my sister were sitting 2 rows above me. I was pissed because i had to sit between a woman and her child.
It was an action movie, and my perspective shifted to the protagonist. One moment i was shooting a tank with a turret gun! Then some bad guys were attacking a village and taking hostages, they wanted to execute one of them, a young woman, and gave the rifle to a little girl, told her she would die if she refused. She was scared, so i told her to close her eyes and helped point the gun at the woman's heart.

A little girl was trapped in some sort of spinning-refrigerator machine, like something to store medication in. She started chanting for it to spin, and the machine started to spin faster and sent her flying through the room, luckily she landed on some towels and toilet paper.

I upgrade my space ship to a faster one, but one with a smaller cargo bay. I can always just pack it tighter and fit just as much. The speed will help me get my job done quicker. I only make $900,000 a year right now. I have the day off, so I go visit some friends.

Hanging out in a bedroom, the other guy leaves to go talk to the girl's parents about something. Before he does, he leaves two of his guns behind, forgetting the third in his belt. I hear their kid get really excited about the gun - exactly what he was trying to avoid. Then they go further from the door and I can't hear anything.

Now I'm the girl, alone in the room. I decide to just get some rest. But feel more comfortable with the gun under my pillow, cocked back and dangerously ready to shoot. I get spooked a few times, and aim the gun at the door, but it's nothing. Laying my head back down, I hear someone at the door. They kick the door in really fast to surprise me. But the only reaction they get is a bullet to the face. It was my neighbor who had been stalking me for a long time. He had finally built up the courage to try and rape me now. Scary...

My friend comes back into the room, really surprised that I had killed someone, because he only left plastic toy guns behind. Looking at the gun I used, it was indeed a toy gun. He tells me to follow him downstairs. We leave my room, go down the the main floor, and see my neighbor, with a definite scar where I had shot him in the head. Especially a big scar in the back of his head. He is acting quite stupid, and seems to be our servant now, taking laundry to the laundry room.

We go to the bottom floor, and into another room where my friend plays a video that our neighbor filmed, sitting him in front of it as well to narrate it for us.

In this video, he is in a small off-road go cart, with three of his friends, driving toward a massive building with huge double wooden doors. His mom is sitting in a chair watching them approach from outside, next to the building. They swerve and crash through the doors. Driving way too fast to safely navigate anything, they careen through the building, smash out through another set of doors, and go down the sidewalk as people and bicyclists dive out of their way. Skidding sideways just in time to stop before getting hit by traffic in the road, they turn around to come back the way they came.

This time, they hit a bicyclist, who crashes trying to get out of their way. I assume the cyclist got out of the way in time. I don't see the cyclist in the video, but the mangled bike flies in front of the camera. Our neighbor comments to us, "Don't you see how covered in blood the bicycle is?" Looking at the footage, I actually see no blood at all.

Apparently, this video is to explain to me and my neighbor (who doesn't seem to get it) that only what we believe appears to us. And that since we both believed I had a real gun, we both think I killed him, but since my friend knows its a fake gun, he's still alive.

August 9th, 2014

I went to bed earlier this time and hade better luck with dreams. I had a few though i forget what order they happened in. Im super tired this morning and dont feel like writing down all the details.

+ I was at our neighborhood with by brother outside at night. We were in my front yard not doing much, and i was messing around with a multitool. My yard looked almost the same as it does now, it was a pretty accurate display. While i was messing around with the multitool an car was trying to pull into out driveway. I got out of the way and it pulled in. It had treads on the front tires. Later we took a roadtrip to another house and a lot of people were there. We were busy listening to a conversation for a while. Then we were told to leave and before we good i woke up.

+ one dream i was playing a zombie game on xbox at my friend jakes house and i got down in the game and had to go across the street to see that friend in a white house to tell him to revive my character. The other house was small and had clutter everywhere. I talked to them for a while.

+another time i was at a racetrack and tried gaining entry to a race so i walked down a entry road to the track to ask the track manager but he wouldn't talk to me, i saw the cars start and take off and one car stalled. I cant remember what cars exactly were there.

So I was in my kitchen. There is some strange man there trying to convince me to eat a cold eggo waffle with chocolate chips and cheddar cheese on it. I tell him this is the single most disgusting thing that I have ever seen and that I refuse to eat it.

I was in some kind of zombie apocalypse, driving in a Jeep-like vehicle with another man. He ends up driving into a wall, crashing and dying. I get out of the car and see a zombie horde coming down the hill. The world we are in looks like fallout.
I start running back the other way we are driving. I have a large machine-gun like weapon that fires some special type of ammunition. However it seems as though I can only harm the zombies when they are within say, 50 feet of me.
I retreat under a highway overpass, where I end up getting cornered. My machine gun runs out of ammo and I switch to my secondary. A small handgun that fires some kind of special bullets. Supposedly it was supposed to be used by the president for defense during the zombie apocalypse, but the president had died and I had found the weapon.
There were only a couple of zombies left by this point, so I figured I could finish them off then hopefully find some more ammo. I started shooting but realized that the pistol was completely ineffective. The zombies pushed me onto the ground. One of them started talking, saying that it was going to take a lot more than that to kill them. He has one of the special bullets stuck in his head. The special bullet has these radiator fins on the side.
Then the zombies came down on me and just as they were about to rip me apart and eat me, I lost the dream.

cannot remember the driving segment

But i do recall the last dream where I was with a group apparently fighting another, it all seemed rather game style in the lack of real urgency, kind of something like Rust or WarZ/Infestation, where you can group up/fight other people in an open world game. I remember calling out to the group we followed into a building, ended up deciding to try and be peaceful,

I remember stepping out through a window onto a roof meeting 2 others, I was with another who i cannot remember the detail of. I had my gun down, but one of them saw fit to keep a laser on my head, they even closed the distance and kept their aim right on me..... their eyes wide, serious.... it was a bit much and I just lost all sense of safety, like at any second they could pull the trigger and end me..... so i quickly shot the one aimed with laser down, i think the other took off.

Spoiler for Random Intro:

Wandering through gated back yards, jumping over fences, and looking for a bathroom, I find a downstairs apartment with the door wide open. I go inside, and shake the snow off my jacket before going any further and dripping it on the floor. But I shook it right into someone's shoes... That doesn't look so nice, so I leave, abandoning my search for the bathroom. There are an assortment of little beings that are all around me now, and no longer any snow on the ground. A few small children, two cats, and a goat are all in a circle on some green grass. They all appear to be trapped, and in danger if they stay inside this backyard maze of fences. I carry all of them over a fence except one cat. This cat is huge! I try to coax it to walk over on its own, but it is also a lazy cat. So, I pick it up, weighing well over 100 lbs, and carry it over the fence. There is another small animal, maybe a sheep, that also wants to escape. I lift the fence in the air slightly, and crawl underneath, motioning for the sheep to follow. It does, and pushes me out of the way, crawling through swiftly.

On the other side of the fence, I am face to face with a giant bat. At least I think it's a bat. Looking right at me, drooling profusely, a nasty looking orange drool. It has small flexible fangs. It also has a very powerful venom. Not very good. Biting onto my arm, I feel that none of the fangs pierces my flesh, but I don't want to take any chances, so I wrestle it away, pushing its porcelain smooth beak away. Now holding it back by the beak, we stare at each other, both still pushing at the other. The beak is so smooth, I actually rather enjoy touching it. Kind of cold to the touch as well, and very colorful with swirls of reds, browns, and oranges all throughout the beak.



The animal's owner comes by, and pulls him back by the shoulders. She tells me, "He's just hungry, sorry about that" Being sort of like a bat, I assume he eats bugs, so I tell them to hang on for a bit, while I find some food for him inside my house. There are no bugs... I go downstairs and ask my room mate if he has any bugs.

"Of course I do buddy, here ya go." and he hands me a plastic bin. 'Great! Now I can feed this thing.' I dash upstairs, but looking inside the bin I just see a loaded gun, some batteries, loose change, a few lint balls, and random other odds and ends. I take all the bullets out of the gun and toss them separately into the bin, then ditch the gun as well. 'There's gotta be bugs around here somewhere'

I go outside, and find a large group of rather juicy looking bugs on the window sill. They all look dead, but still meaty. I pick one up by the wings, a large green bug, and it starts to wiggle around a bit. 'Not quite dead yet!' so I put it back down on the window's edge. The rest of the bugs all have rigor mortis, so I know they are dead. I pile them all into my left hand and go back over to the bat creature. Somewhat human, but definitely more animal than person. I hold out my hand and he ravenously slurps them into his beak and chews them for a bit before swallowing them, followed by more drool around the edges of his beak. Quite gross.

Seeing where I got the bugs from, he walks over and looks for more. Seeing the one I left behind because it was still alive, he goes in to eat it. I pray that the bug either is spared death, or dies well, whatever is meant to be... To my surprise, the previously lifeless but twitching bug now flies off, just out of reach of the bat creature, then shoots rapidly into the sky at what I assume is maximum bug speed.

I help the bat-man (more bat than man) find more dead bugs to eat. Mostly dead moths that are stuck to loose boards on the side of the house, or in abandoned spider webs. The creature eats more of the wood than the bugs, just chewing on it, as he holds it like an ear of corn.

Walking back to the front yard, his friend/caretaker person tells him it costs too much to feed him and he has to make some money himself if this is going to work. Bat-guy sits down on a bench looking rather dejected, as he stares down at his feet with his hands in his lap. I go up to him, pat him on the back and encourage him, "You'll be able to do something to make money, don't worry."

He looks up to me as if saying, "Like what?" but with just his eyes.

I answer, "You could always give massages to people" and we both start laughing. I see a smile return to his beak and hope in his eyes. "I didn't know you could understand me" I say, amidst more laughter, just thinking about this bat-guy giving people massages... He nods understandingly.

I was in what looked like a cave. In the middle, there was a rock boulder and around that boulder, there was a lot of water. There were people swimming and doing activities so I went swimming underwater. I was bragging about my skills in the water and recognized people from the flight and I fought some guy and a few people. I also used a gun underwater and shot stuff.
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In my other dream, I was in Venezuela and was at the apartments. I walked on Victoria avenue and saw people I recognized. I went to school with Bojorquez and someone else. They tried to make me flinch anby pretending to come at me but I didn't do much and they started laughing and when I asked what was up, they didn't do anything.

So the dream begins rather normally. I am observing a dream character who drives a forklift in some kind of shipping dock near the ocean. He looks something like Marcus. He then spots another dream character who looks like some kind of thug that has breached the area. The thug approaches him.
'Hey, you're not supposed to be here!'
'Who are you to tell me what to do?!'
'Well, I work here. Get out!'
The thug pulls a handgun out of his jacket. He tells Marcus to get out of the forklift and puts his hands in the air. He gets out of the forklift, and puts his hands up. He has a small knife on his vest that is used for opening packages, but now he is looking to throw it to take out the thug. The thug warns him not to try anything funny with the knife.
The scene pauses.
Then, and I'm not joking here. What sounded like Morgan Freeman's voice comes in and explains that he is a fourth dimensional creature. He asks if I am familiar with the fourth dimension.
I have no body, I am just a consciousness. I tell him that I am a third dimensional creature but that I visualize the fourth dimension as a bunch of three dimensional slices stacked over one another in some mystery direction.
The Morgan Freeman consciousness then tells me what he is about to do. There are two scenarios playing out in three dimensions here. In one, the worker will attempt to throw his knife at the thug, and be shot. The knife will then hit the thug between the eyes killing him as well. In the other, he will surrender to the thug, and both of them will live. But he is going to create a bit of a disconnect and cause the knife to exist across the fourth dimension.
Now I witness the third outcome. In this reality the knife is bound to the reality where he throws it, but the reality that it's taking place in is the one where he surrenders. So in this reality, the knife slides out of the sheath on his vest seemingly on it's own; the worker has his hands in the air. The worker looks surprised at how the knife flies foreword and kills the thug on its own. The thug does not suspect this and cannot fire before he is killed. But what he (the worker) fails to realize was that he did that in another dimension.
An interesting story.

I am in a small room. I am no longer a floating consciousness and have full control over my body. It feels like a classroom or detention room in my high school. I have the knife now. I have gotten in trouble for 'bringing' a knife to school and the police have been called. Everyone has fled the area as they believe I am a threat. But I mean no harm to anyone and am unsure of how I acquired the knife.
I have to make myself look as peaceful as possible. I place the knives (there were actually two copies of the knife from the fourth dimension story) in front of me and take on a meditative position. I become lucid several moments later.
A pair of police officers break in. I stand up and calmly tell them that I mean them no harm, and that I must explain the situation. One of the police officers fires a taser at me. I grab the prongs out of the air, and pull the device from his hand on the other end. The officer looks on in shock as the other pulls a handgun from his belt. He fires on me three times. All of the bullets fall off my body and onto the floor. Curious, I hold up my hands and allow the police handcuff me and take me to court.
The dream skips ahead to a court. I have my charges read (possession of a weapon in public school) and that should I be found guilty I get ten years in the slammer. I stand up, break the handcuffs off of my wrists and begin speaking.
"Now if you would all listen with an open mind, you would understand. You are all simply a part of my dream. What is happening here is completely irrelevant..."
I wake up.

- I was at a grocery store with a girl I knew from middle school named #74-94. I left the store and started wandering the parking lot and came across #154-434 driving around. I was wondering why he didn't stop for me, as he was my ride, and he clearly saw me. He later came up to me without the truck, and explained he had to return it to someone else. I was a little concerned, explaining now we were stranded.

- A friend of mine, #28-22, was on her couch back home and her mother walked in. Her mom, a very short, stout lady, was very open with her sexuality. My friends father was also there and picked up the mother, threw her on the couch, and then picked up a couch nearby. He later opened up a book entitled "Streets in Heaven."

- I had a false awakening in which I met my sister, and was explaining to her she should keep a dream journal. She was telling me she joined my work, and was working with the friend from earlier (#28-22). At one point she was in a car with me and my father. We drove by a man named "Arms" who walked with one arm on the ground. At one point my sister left the car and was being dragged by "Arms." I felt uneasy about this, but didn't realize she was in danger. "Arms" collapsed for some reason and my sister was able to get back in our car, explaining how she was captured. My father looked really upset at this, and explained he didn't know or would've shot him. Instead, he started driving towards the collapsed man and attempted to run over him twice. I don't remember if he was successful.

- I remember seeing my old roommate, #0192-210, in a bathroom stall. I walked past him and started washing my hands at the sink. Another guy, shorter than me and black, started making some comment about my sister I believe. I remember feeling angry about this, and ignoring the guy.

18.04.2014

Fight Fire with Fire (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m navigating back and forth between two settings in the dream, one where I’m outside within a snowy environment, and the other is going inside a building that looks like some large cathedral, or huge fighting stage.

I’m with Reyn from Xenoblade Chronicles, and a few more dream characters I can’t recall too well on.

We’re trying to defeat some kind of fire demon, and his minions of knights in black-armor with silver trimming. Apparently, every time I seem to mess up in how we go about defeating these entities, I just have to exit the building, come back, and the enemies’ position is reset, or they prepare to go back to their initial point inside the building.

One of those attempts at fighting them involved me using some kind of green sword that’s implied as “Earth Sword,” and I’m frantically slashing my way through the demon, and his minions, but it doesn’t seem to do much damage. I keep going until I finally stepped back, went for cover, and contemplated on what could be the weakness for all of them.

Somehow, I’m informed through visual cues within this state of being that a bow and arrow that seemed to have been of a fire element, at least based from its red color with some orange at the end, could be used to defeat them. I didn’t really question why a fire-element, or implied as fire-based weapon would stand a chance against a demon that also seems to be fire-based.

I shoot an arrow at one of the guards, and I see this through looking myself over the shoulder, but still feeling the sensations of using the weapon, and it explodes on one of his minions with ease. I get more confident, and started to take them down one by one. The dream shifts to where I’m facing the fire demon, and it seems the bow and arrow can also serve as some kind of sword as well.

I had to let the fire demon attack on the weapon I’m using, because the weapon can absorb the energy of the fire demon, and once it (the weapon) reached its maximum capacity, I simply have to redirect this energy back to the demon.

However, it took a few tries to realize the weapon had a maximum capacity before I would start taking damage, and I would see this through the Life points meter HUD portrayed on the top left corner of how I perceived the dream.

It seemed that I could do up to 10k+ damage on the demon, and would have to repeat it several times, seeing how his HP after several repetitions with the tactic done to absorb and throw his energy back at him was at least 80,000.

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18.04.2014

I'm a Sniper (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m a sniper, I’m shooting random people without a scope, and everyone else doesn’t seem to bother at all. I have to reload every now and then as if I were reloading a machine gun, and there’s not much to elaborate on for this dream because I didn’t really experience anyone dying.

04.04.2014

The Guy with the Axe and Gun (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wake up, and found myself in an environment that looks exactly like the area I'm currently residing in waking life. Green walls, a bed that's slightly elevated more than usual, and the same material of dark gray carpet.

I'm gradually becoming more aware that this is a dream, feeling the slight blurry echo effects as I'm moving about inside the house. I hear footsteps coming near the house's entrance, and I immediately motioned myself near it.

I peek through the hole, and I see a Caucasian male that has dark brown hair, is wearing a yellow polo shirt that's untucked, along with regular blue worker jeans. He's wielding an axe with his right hand I believe, and he's knocking on the door, and spends a few seconds waiting before knocking again.

I quickly turn in the other direction, wondering where I could find a weapon in case this guy has ill intentions in mind. I decided I should check the other bedroom diagonally to the left of me for something. I hear the knocking, but I try to not let it intimidate me since they couldn't possibly come in.

Completely wrong.

I hear the door open, and because I couldn't find something to protect myself, and because I was too fixated on the emotions of fear and panicking, I ended up making horrible decisions, and decided to try and hide under a bed.

Too bad the bottom of the bed barely had any space for me to hide under, and it would only be a matter of time for the person to find me there even if I could hide under there.

The individual is getting closer and closer, and he's raising his shoulders up while having his arms at a lop-sided "L" position with the axe, and a gun as well. My perspective starts getting a bit weird, and it feels like I'm seeing things at a slanted angle now, almost as if I'm about to fall down.

The guy is walking pretty slowly, and the blurry echoes become more prevalent, but I'm too bothered by what may happen rather than attempting to change the dream environment.

I wake up, because it doesn't seem anything was going to change at the time.

Fragment 2. Using a filter on Google to filter out things I didn’t want to include in my search. Some where:

Pokemon Black & White __?__
Some other Pokemon stuff
Hot women on bikes (#)

(#) = the number of results for the topic it would filter out

Fragment 3. Talking to a character from Digimon, they say they used a gun. They say they saw a bright light like the sun, and the character I am thinks back to the light that they saw in the past, coming from an older Ken, who is being photographed (though there wasn’t actually a light).

It had the meaning of ‘when certain children see Digimon, they become Chosen Children, so the gun!kid was special’. The character POVs were confusing, I feel like the characters were Daisuke and maybe Taichi?

Fragment 4. Sherlock or Khan was sitting on a chair, mom was there too on a couch. I was sitting on the right or on the floor in front of it. It’s a little confusing, but he was either playing the violin or showing us something on TV. There was some really pretty instrumental music playing, but I couldn’t stop snickering because he was making some funny movement.

-Jump-

I’m freaking out because there’s something wrong with my right canine, it feels out of place. I go to the kitchen where mom is on the phone with my aunt. (Sherlock/Khan has left, although it was a different house then.) I want her to get off and help me, but while she’s looking at me, she doesn’t seem to be getting off anytime soon.

I go to the nearby bathroom and look in the mirror. Rather than teeth, my canines look like they’re made out of my gums.

Alarm goes off.

Inspiration: I finished rewatching Star Trek Into Darkness yesterday, plus I read some Sherlock Holmes before lying down. Teeth part from how flossing gives me problems sometimes. ><

Notes: I did try MILD more than once. No lucids last night, but working on it!