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Morning or noon. I was with friends. We were traveling. Walking from a gymnasium of sorts into a small area. We have a guide. An Indian guide? We were going to walk over a "sand dune," but I decided to walk around it. Then from afar, an old, bearded tricycle driver said something in a language I did not understand. I started to think we were "caught," or something.

Then our guide started walking to that direction. Then driver moved his tricycle near us. In his tricycle was a pregnant woman in white dress. I asked our guide what happened. He motioned for us to ride the tricycle. I took the "backseat," the seat behind the driver. The rest of the gang took their place inside. I realized we were supposed to ride a jeep, but maybe this is faster.

Riding the jeep, it suddenly turned to night. We were going through the countryside, or so it seems. I can see the surroundings quite well, and not just a black area. Trees, etc. The red "roof" of the tricycle that I'm holding on to slid out, and I almost fell out, with upper body leaning all the way back. But I didn't fall. The Korean driver profusely apologized. I told him it's okay.

Morning, around after dawn. We passed by an area with some small bodies of water. We found small animals, and specially penguins. For some reason, I loved penguins, and I looked forward to playing with them once we got down the vehicle, which has now turned into a low-flying plane.

We started landing. When we landed, it turned into a helicopter for the vertical landing. We landed on a sandy area.

Chase. Running. A thief. I was with two girls, one is younger than the other, inside what looked to me like a Counterstrike game location. I chased after the thief, using the opposite direction, but found no way. I followed the thief's trail instead, and found it led outside. I looked for him, but he already got away.

I was able to reach an area where there was a cleaning guy, setting up stuff. I asked him if he saw the thief. He said he didn't.

Then I suddenly "see" a dark area, with bonfire. There was a leader, who looked like he's a tribal leader from Africa's shamanic past. He has bones dangling on his body, and white streaks on his dark body and face. There was a guy who arrived and offered to sell him a tiara. He said it's worth 24 karats, or something. The chief looked at it and was happy. Then I told him it doesn't look expensive, and might just be a toy. The chief started having second thoughts, but the thief already left.

I was back with the two girls. I verified with them that the tiara is a cheap toy.

I was in a prison. There were only individual prison cells, separated by walls on either side, and one "gate." I was with friends. I was guarding the prison. There were two guys in the prison who I know. I discreetly set them free using the keys. More people were put inside. The guard after me was stricter.

I was at home, at night. I was waiting for a friend to contact me. He lives somewhere across the street. We were contacting each other through text. I recalled we were talking in the coliseum before.

I went to the mall. I was going to meet them. I changed my sim card for some reason. I was waiting for them at the food court. There were three of them. It was Cool and his two best friends. They took the seat a bit farther than where I was, so I walked to them and took a seat. They were talking, and eating the nachos. I tried to ride along with the conversation, and ate some nachos. But then I started to wonder why I seem to be ignored.

Then Cool said something to his guy best friend about getting some nachos, to which he replied, "I would, if this guy (he said a term or nickname but I forget) would just leave the food alone." I was surprised, and so I told them my name. They just looked, still not recognizing me.

I become hysterical, and then realized I was in a dream. I cried on the seat, and they just left. I was just acting to see how they would react. I then thought, "So that's how they would treat me." I then looked around. I told myself "I'm in a dream," and I tried to stand still and not do anything to lose lucidity. The environment changed to the streets, no longer in the mall. I was looking at people walk by. There was a small, one-story building in front of me, and to the left is a plaza of sorts. The sun was shining from that area, which seems to suggest that's the east side. Or maybe it was setting down and that's west.

I started to start losing consciousness, so I rubbed my hands. Then I noticed my sister arrive from behind. She looked unhappy (as usual), and she was going to give me something in a plastic bag. I tried spinning around since I've read it changes the place. Now it's night, in a garden/plaza type of place. And my sister was still there, still looking as unhappy as usual. I just took the plastic bag and she left. There are still people around, but it's already night, with the usual yellowish posts.

For no reason at all, I started running around and jumping. I lost lucidity, and I forget this part of the dream.

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NOTE: I left the music playing randomly until I fell asleep around 11:30 pm. It stopped after 30 minutes or an hour after. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, with the music still playing, and did a midnight adoration. Went back to sleep and had this dream. This was before the alarm went off.

I did around 3-5 reality checking throughout the day, mainly hands and words/time, and reminding myself to stay still and rub hands or spin around once I have a lucid dream. I also did nine conscious breathing counts before sleeping, and then visualizing a previous dream.

Me and my friend were in a helicopter and it got shot down by WHFs I don't know if we were SWAT or hooligans ourselves but we had rifles and we were shooting West Ham hooligans. We got surrounded and I think we got split up.

The friend I was with was a West Ham fan but I think he was with me because he lives around that area where we were. It was cool.

I think I threw a grenade. Silence was our main weapon becuase there were more of them than there were of us. There were like two of us.

I think I got back in the chopper.

Deleted

Everything is hazy. But I sensed a feeling of being separated from someone. Kind of depressing. I then recall a building and a wall, and a helicopter. Not sure if I was able to ride it.

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Dreamsigns:

Hazy
Feeling of Separation
Helicopter
Depression
Wall climbing

Notes| Dream|Lucid

I napped at around 4pm when I got home from work and wbtb after 2hrs of sleep.

Time sleeping: 15 minutes
Time in dream: 2-5 minutes?

The dream started in a trench, apart from myself, there was a guy and a girl in the trench with me, both young adults (around 20 years old?) I think we were some kind of elite group in the army. My fellow soldiers were dressed like this but darker, I assume i was wearing the same thing.

I remember being low on ammo.. We jumped out of the ditch and started running across the grassy battlefield. In the middle of the battlefield were two enemy helicopters, the girl jumped unnaturally high and grabbed onto landing skids. While in mid-air with both hands gripped onto the helicopter, she swung it around with little effort and threw it.
The girl dropped to the ground and jumped in front of the next helicopter's cockpit, she pulled out her automatic rifle and shot down the pilots.
I turned to the other male soldier and said, "just cause we're low on bullets, doesn't mean she has to do that.." As this happened, i started to question reality.. OH, IT'S A DREAM!

I felt the wind whipping against my face and body as I was running. I wanted to ground myself but looked up and realized we were running at unnatural speed. Instinctively, i tried to search for Alex's aura as I did in my last lucid.. then I remembered he's still awake. I felt the dream drift away from me.

I was back in college, and me and some friends are looking for a place to eat. A girl companion suggested eating in a small and potentially unsafe eatery, but the rest of us voted against it, suggesting instead that we eat in a well-known eatery near the Integrated School.

We ate the the famous spare ribs of that eatery, and then we waited for a jeep to pass by. The girl we were with disappeared, and I was left with a college friend "M," who's an aspiring photographer. The sun is up, so we just waited for a while.

Then M said he's getting tired of waiting and started to walk towards our dormitory, but I just stayed and waited. Soon, it became dark, and when a jeep approached, I called M, but then the jeep was headed in the wrong area.

I looked back, and it's no longer the same area. It's now something like a small forest, and there's a house nearby. M said he'll go back inside, and since I was thinking the house is near the street, and we can see the jeep coming anyway, I went in as well.

The light was on, and there were sofas near the door. There's also a window looking out into the gloom, and the headlights of cars passing by are visible. I saw many cars and trucks pass by, but no jeep, and it's getting late.

M said something, and (not sure if I'm allowed to post potentially sensual content, so I won't post it).

I was out in the forest, watching a small, strange creature head a miner's hat, with the light on. A dragon came out from behind and bit it on the head. Other similar strange creatures appeared. They look like Potato Guy (or whatever) with miner's hat. The one caught by the dragon escaped by taking off its hat. The dragon spit out the hat and flew.

I was riding the dragon through the night sky, looking down on the city. I found the building I was looking for and we dived down. Inside the building, it looked like something like a business/technology facility, and there's a helicopter nearby. The color theme is bronze, with lots of glasses. There are many executive and security guys around.

An executive looking guy approached us and said they have been looking for us for a while. We stayed and checked stuff out.

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Dreamsigns:

college
Integrated School
person disappeared
potentially sexual encounter with a highly unusual person
place transformed into a forest
dragon
miner's hat
potato guy
flying
executive

I'm at a public park in Shanghai where some kind of festival is going on. There are many rides, attractions and fast food vendors. I am my dream incarnate Chun-li, who is usually Chinese, but I know intinctively in this dream that I am half Chinese, half Japanese, and this is something I have to keep a secret because at this point in time the Chinese and Japanese have very tense relations and there is great suspicion between the two nations in my dream.

While there is not yet war, trade and immigration has been halted and anyone who is Japanese is immediately exiled or extradited to Japan. The same thing happens in Japan to people of having Chinese descent. People like me, with half and half relations, keep quiet because of the fear of being rejected by both countries. I greatly fear being exiled to Japan because I have lived in China my whole life and would not know where to go or what to do in a foriegn country.

I am with a small group of friends (who know of my half blood and keep it a secret) and we are watching acrobats doing tricks on giant trampolines. Afterwards we watch some fireworks and then go to check out the food vendors. The park is open all night but many people have left and few people are still around. Mostly the campsites containing the vendors families and supplies are still active. The moon is full and directly over head. My friends and I go down one road at the edge of the park and find North America food vendors containing stores like KFC, Taco Bell, a few pizza places and Burger King. One of the vendors between all of these North American vendors is a food store selling Japanese style food and sushi, though it outwardly passes itself off as a fish and chips joint. We are surpised at this and dare to order some food from there. The vendor is very kind and quietly gives us are meals (I order sushi pizza and an eggplant handroll) and we sneak off to a picnic table in the now dark park to eat our forbidden food. I become nervous because I can see some of the Chinese vendors across the street watching us.

The next day my friends and I are at a mall complex doing some shopping when we hear the news that Japan and China have declared war with each other. Many people in the mall have gathered around a large audio/video display which was previously selling automobiles but has been switched over to report the breaking news. The reporter says that the two countries armies have met in the Sea of Japan, not shots have been fired yet and there seems to be a highly tense stalemate with neither side yeilding their positions. The report then reads a breaking bulletin that people of Japanese decent, no matter the degree, are now labelled as enemies of the state and are to be arrested immediately. I feel dizzy and sick to my stomach when I hear this, and have to sit down for a moment because of weakness in my knees.

When I gather myself I leave my friends and run all the way up to a second floor department store where I know works a half Chinese half Japanese fashion designer. We know each other as acquaintences but he is not happy to see me. Because of his open and flamboyant personality (he's gay and dies his hair blond) he has never denied being half Japanese and now he knows he will probably be arrested because of it. We sit on a display counter in his store and listen to the news report coming from the floor below as it reports the breaking news that the two country's navy vessels have begun firing at each other and several ships have been already sunk. Almost everyone in the mall is now gathered around the giant television to watch.

Suddenly my friends come up the stairs and run to us. One of them says that we should start a protest for peace and that we could have a fashion show as a fund/awareness-raiser. The fashion designer is pleased with the idea but says he will probably be arrested soon. My friends give him encouragement and they start fussion over details like location, participants and the such but I kind of phase them out and listen to the live reporting of shell fire and bombs now on the Chinese coast far south of Shanghai. The dream skips ahead a few days, the fashion designer's store is a hive of activity. We have found hundreds of people to join in our war protest and dozens of people willing to participate in the fashion show fund raiser. The fashion designer has not been arrested but he and his store is under constant servaillence.

This dream ends here and I get up to use the washroom. It sort of continues after I fall asleep but there are some differences.

I am in the mall from the previous dream, planning a fashion show with my friends, but we are no longer in China and there is no war with Japan, but the gay fashion designer is still here, though he is now just Japanese, and he is arguing with one of the other designer's of the show, who is a Chinese woman. They each want the show to be influences by their countries of origin and argue like cats and dogs about trivial details like colour themes and placement of artwork. Several of my friends are watching the arguments with bemusement as we help set up.

One of my friends is a brown haired girl named Lily. She suddenly leaves the store and we cannot find her. A young man with blond hair shows up and asks me and some of my friends to join him outside, were we find Don Cherry about to start a tour of the city in what looks like an Apache helicopter. On one side of the Apache is a smaller version of the copter as some sort of escape vehicle. It seems normal to everyone else but I cannot understand why the helicopter has a helicopter on it.

The blond man gets in the mini copter and detaches it from the big one and lands it on the mall's patio roof. Don Cherry and my friends get in the big Apache and take off. I am too freaked out to get in either copter. When they are gone Lily suddenly shows up but I notice that something is odd. She has no idea about the fashion show she had previously been helping set up and she started talking about the public park festival from the previous dream, which in this dream, was not supposed to exist.

The blond man tells me that there has been a tear in space and time and that there are now two Lily's in this world. The doppelganger Lily doesn't belong in this world and her presence here threatens the existence of the real Lily, who is stuck in the past. The blond man gets into the mini copter and there is a brilliant flash of light and he and the machine disappear. The doppelganger Lily is very shallow and airheaded and keeps asking me vain and repedative questions.

The big Apache carrying Don Cherry and my friends return and are happy to see Lily, but they don't notice that this is obviously not the real one. I can hear the blond man's voice in my head saying that space/time is shifting so that all the abnormalities that came through the interdimentional tear are becoming normal. Things will only return to normal if he can find the real Lily and return her to this space and time.


I cannot remember the end of this dream.

Since the last dream I recalled, I had the impression that I wasn't dreaming anymore, this is quite annoying... Anyway, here's another dream.

I found myself in a special intervention unit w/ Jack Bauer and some other teammates. I must lead an anti-terrorist mission.

First, I see a black military helicopter flying over a bright-green lake, then some film-makers who are talking around a table. I see a female who looks like John Galliano (at least she has the same clothing style).

Then, I find myself into a HUGE party room (with rich people and all, you know), and Jack Bauer is onstage. He chooses his weapons for the mission (on the back of the stage are hung up lots of MP5 and a few AK47s), but he gets angry cause they don't wanna give him both a MP5 and an AK47, and he just goes with the MP5. I'm sitting in the back of the room (which is, indeed, opposed to the stage), in a dark corner.

Afterwards, my teammates, Jack Bauer and I are in a really dark space, only surrounded with a few red lights (looks like a military place); I hear Jack swearing he's going to take revenge against someone because his sister died. We run towards some small grey-black metallic platforms. I now am in a kitchen, in the morning, with a teammate. The windows' shutters are half-closed, so some sweet bright light comes in the room. We wear some military clothes and have some huge protection & weapons. We find once again two of these platforms and we kick them. They lead us into a yellow room, with the name of a general written on a wall. We once again kick two platforms and find ourselves on the top of a roof.

There are two terrorists; there's one in a cage at the left of the roof, with a little black/white globe (it looks very pixellized) near him. We shoot him down. There's another terrorist, in a cage as well, at the center of the roof; he leaves before we can shoot him. His cage goes down a huge building structure. I jump in an attempt to follow him even though I don't see the cage anymore, but I hit myself and a health-bar appears (just as in video games) telling me I've got 1 HP remaining. Then I don't stop falling, but I wake up.

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I'm dropping my girlfriend off at home before she and her family go on a long vacation. They are all in their rooms when we arrive and I let her know I don't want to stay around for dinner, though I normally do, because I'd feel like I was overstaying my welcome. Instead, I eat a few slices of grilled chicken real quick and stuff some steak into the front pocket of my shirt.

Her mother walks out from her room. Instead of her normal self, she is Fran Drescher. And though my girlfriend is still with me, I feel very awkward when her mother begins to start conversation with me and ask me about my day. Her mother laughs under her breath at my lack of social skills, but passes it off as though nothing happened. I take my girlfriend out to the car to say goodbye to her officially, but she wants me to test out the helicopters with her they'll be taking on their trip.

I agree and jump into the back of one of the two helicopters now in the middle of their house. Her mother, who is now back to her regular self, lifts the helicopter from the ground. She has clearly never done it before and I remember being worried she was going to crash it. I informed her how the controls worked so that I would feel a bit safer. She seems to get the hang of it very quickly. I told her you can pull up as fast as you want, but you have to gently lower it to keep it from slamming into the ground.

My girlfriend wanted a turn, so her mother handed the controls over to her. She was very forceful with them to the point that I had to tell her to take it easy. She pulled up as hard as she could and when she was lowering it, slipped. The helicopter crashed into the water. Everything turned dark blue and I couldn't see the inside of the helicopter, much less which way was up. She made it out fine, when relieved me. I then took my time unbuckling my seat belt, the entire time wondering if this was really happening. Upon getting it undone and exiting the sinking helicopter, I decided it wasn't and woke up.

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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was flying a helicopter over a river at night. I was coming up on a big cityscape, the lights of which had a low, buzzing, brownish-yellow color, almost like hypnagogic vision.

In the helicopter with me was a good looking man, maybe 15 years older than I, with blonde hair and a tan face. I was giving the man grammar lessons. I was trying to explain something about the way Homer used poetic expressions to give more vividness to his battle scenes.

I pointed out a few examples. But then I felt like I was being too condescending, acting like the man knew nothing about grammar at all. So I tried to think of another way to explain things that would assume more intelligence in the man.

But now the man told me, "I don't care for all that poetic stuff. I believe in direct expression. What's the most concise way you can say something?"

I felt a little ashamed. I agreed with the man. I looked back on all my writing and wondered if I had been concise enough. I doubted it.

I told the man I agreed with him. I was now in a hospital at night. I was in some hall. Eveything was dim, with only a few occasional ceiling lights turned on. I looked into some room through a big, plastic window. I may either have seen a newborn baby in a bed or a very injured adult in critical care.

Dream #2

I was walking into an anime convention. I was in some basement area, walking through a huge hallway into a large main room. The hallway and room were full of people.

I looked behind me. A group of girls was close to me. They might have known me somehow or been my friends. Two of the girls were dressed like Captain Harlock. They looked kind of boyish, but they didn't strike me as being as dashing as Captain Harlock.

Then I saw a third girl dressed as Captain Harlock. She was tall, thin, and blonde. Her face was perfect. I thought she looked terrific. But her hair was cut way too short, and it didn't have any of Harlock's style.

Dream #3

I was in an apartment that wasn't mine. I was probably watching it for somebody. The apartment was really big and nice. It was up on some high floor. The light from the windows was pinkish orange with sunset.

For some reason I decided to leave this place and go home. I went downstairs and outside. But as soon as I was outside I saw how many people there were all over the place. It was too much for me to handle. I suddenly remembered that the Super Bowl was going on, and that everywhere in the city would be like this. It would be better for me to go back upstairs and wait for things to calm down.

But I thought I should get something to eat before I went back upstairs. I was walking along some kind of desert road with something like carnival booths on each side. One of the booths was a Subway store. So I went into the line. I got up to the front pretty quickly. The lady in front of me, kind of short and overweight, ordered something that sounded really good. I tried to remember what she'd ordered, so I could order it, too.

I got an image in my head of miniature pizzas with something like olive paste and lizard eyeballs on it.

Dream #4

I was looking out the window of a house. Down below, a group of people were skating on a snowy pond. There were three people. They wore hooded robes made or rich, red velvet. I recognized the people as being cast member from the show Kids in the Hall. But now they all looked old, ragged, and fat.

They all had these dumb smiles on their faces, as if they were doing a skit about people who thought they were really good skaters when they were actually just morons. They spun quickly (clockwise?). They vanished beneath their robes.

This spiining and vanishing act was carried out twice more. The first time, the men wore green robes. The second time, they wore blue robes.

I feel like I've had this dream before, and it's a strange one...

The main character of the dream is Tom Hanks, mostly - and I am watching him as an omnipresent viewer. At one point he appears to morph into Will Smith, but for the most part, it's Mr. Hanks all the way.

Mr. Hanks is trying to flee some evil foe, but it's fairly easy for him, seeing as he has a special jet pack that employs the use of helicopter blades over top of it to facilitate its flying. Unfortunately, whilst trying to escape said unnamed foe, Tom is forced to fly up through the roof of a house. It's the only way out. The good news is the blades chop easily through the roof and he escapes. The bad news? His blades are now hopelessly damaged. He must find replacement blades, and soon!

Tom goes about his desperate search to find new blades. In his mission he comes across and evil Chinese Businessman (who looks just like Chairman Mao), who is intent on destroying a subdivision of houses with his massive backhoe. Innocent people are getting in the way, trying to thwart the efforts of evil antagonist. Being the heartless and cruel man he is, the businessman just runs right over the innocent residents, killing them in droves, so that his demolition can continue! Tom discovers that the bodies of the slain are being cleverly formed in clay, taking the shape of classic Greek statues to disguise them. They are then sold off to fund the demolition project.

Tom feels he must stop this evil man, but he is helpless without the aid of his trusty jet pack! Oh, the horror!

So that dream ended and lead into another one in which I am a celebrated author, writing a book about Eels. Unfortunately I don't remember all of that one.

I had a slew of dreams last night but don't remember a lot of details. The lucids were a couple sleep cycles back, so even they're a little hazy. Still, the dreams were pretty action-packed last night. The first one, I went lucid while flying some kind of open-air helicopter, and it was the biggest "A-ha! I'm dreaming" moment I've had in a while, with the landscape just slamming into vivid detail. I don't remember much beyond flying around. In another one, where I was still lucid, my sister gave me a little 'baby orange,' one of the tiny wedges from the inside of some oranges, for me to eat so I would remember what she'd told me when I woke up, but I woke up right after she handed it to me, before I could eat it. I did remember what she'd told me at the time, but don't anymore :/

My last dream wasn't lucid, but was pretty awesome. It started in this little hobbit-hole of a bar where people organized illegal road-races. I got into a race with two other vehicles and was in 2nd most of the time, behind this big pick-up truck, but then I drafted him and sling shot past, and left the other two in the dust (actually, the last leg of the race was curvy as hell and covered in snow) and beat them back to the bar.

First ever lucid c:

I woke up in a false awakening, walked into my living room and lifted up my hand. I counted six fingers and became lucid. I got pretty excited (and I'm surprised I didn't wake up) I tried to summon wings because I thought flying would be hard, but it summoned a weird bird with a light blue head and a brown body. I killed it and it disappeared. Instead I took a deep breath and started flying and it was a success. Then I tried out telekinesis, but failed. So then I tried summoning George Lopez to no success. I said "Damn, whenever I try to summon George Lopez, nothing happens." My dad then said "Wiggle your toe." I tried this and summoned George Lopez. He came knocking at the front door. Then I was going to go out and explore, but I was quickly trampled by people coming out of limos. (it's like my subconscious doesn't want me to go outside for some reason, any time I tried to I was trampled by more and more people coming out of limos.) So then, noticing I wouldn't be getting out any time soon, I decided to see if anything changed in my house in my dreams. When i went into my sister's room I saw Peach, Daisy, and Mario having a threesome, so I just ran out and cringed at the thought of that. I grabbed my friend Gabe out of the storm of all the people and with him, tried to teleport to the roof of the house. Instead we teleported into a helicopter with exploding loaded guns. I, naturally, threw those guns down on whatever unlucky guy's house they would hit. Then all the non-exploded guns exploded and the loud sound woke me up.

It's a shame I woke because it was so funnnn! I wish I could have explored more and noticed I could do anything in it, but I guess I didn't. >_>

I emerge from one dream, the contents of which are fairly blurry... I think they involved being attacked by a helicopter and a plane while on foot, and tricking the two into clipping their wings on nearby buildings. Anyway, after I wake up I notice I'm not turning around and maintain enough presence of mind to stay still and close my eyes. I relax and let sleep come back into me, and soon enough I realize that I'm in a dream state. It's a rather formless place, but when I start to think about what I'd like to do it begins to fill with a series of pipes for acrobatics. I soon find that the pipes are too closely placed, and I can't do the wide swinging arcs that I want to. Instead I focus and jump, and end up flying through the roof of the space. I emerge into a beautiful parklike area, with a large shining lake and forest all around, and I fly for a few moments before waking.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
No, I wasn't lucid at all during this dream, even though it may have seemed like it. I did a rather epic facepalm when I woke up. Not to mention a Lamborghini appeared again, and I just had a dream about one a few days ago.

I was outside. It was the middle of the day so the sky was blue, and there were a few clouds here and there. This particular setting was rather difficult to describe, because it was a mixture of both city and natural elements, but it looked like I was on a very wide high-traffic bridge, above a huge body of water. Under the bridge was an island with tall city buildings.

"Okay dad," I said, turning to my father who was on the side of the bridge. He was looking over the edge and staring at the island not forty feet below, sprawled out under the bridge. He looked at me and said, "so how do you control your dreams?" I thought that this was a difficult question to answer, so I decided to just show him. I told him, "look over the edge of the bridge again".

He obeyed, and I did the same. Then I turned around and saw a yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. It was sitting in one of the middle lanes; cars were moving into each others' lanes to get past it, driving at highway speeds, definitely more than sixty or seventy. The Lamborghini was electric yellow in colour and very shiny.

As we walked towards the car to get inside, it seamlessly changed. The sides of the car shrunk down so they were only a few inches high, curved along the edges, and the top was now gone. Only the bottom of the car remained, along with the wheels and the front part. I got in but although my dad didn't, I started to instruct him on how to control the car (I forget exactly what I said). The car started to drive forward, then, like pulling a joystick, I pulled the wheel back. The car lifted a few inches off the ground, floating.

The bridge, which was originally flat, now had a point where it would start to decline, like a ramp. I pulled harder on the wheel, and the car took off entirely. Some time during the flight, the car changed to a bullet-shaped helicopter; I was in the front part, which was the front of the bullet. The back of the helicopter was flat. The entire vehicle was black and had a large 180 degree window around where I was sitting.

I ignored the fact that my dad wasn't on the helicopter, and kept instructing things to the empty seat beside me. This continued on for a few minutes and, a couple moments after we started to have only water below us, I woke up.