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I find myself in some kind of school setting, like high school or college. There is some kind of competition going on because there are different "stations" set up throughout the halls and lobbies. Each station is a different kind of skills contest, and the one who successfully completes all of the skills in the quickest time, wins. I'm going through, completing the different stations while at the same time talking to a friend. At one point, though, I am told to go back and redo a certain station by one of the judges/referees because they said I did not do it. But I know I did. So I go back to the station. There are two large tin buckets sitting about 5 feet apart. One is empty; the other is filled with crushed aluminum cans of different colors. I draw a card from the top of a stack of cards and read it: "Throw a blue can into the empty bucket." I complete the task easily but am upset because having to go back and redo that station ruined my chances of winning.
Afterwards, we all head into an auditorium where they are about to announce the winners of the contest. I am still mad and upset, and become even more so when I see that there is no place for me to sit. But then my friends all scoot over and make room for me on the end. At this point, I see that my friends are made up of a mix of people I know in real life and characters from movies and TV shows I have seen; Dr. Dorian (Zach Braff) from Scrubs is one of them. The character 'Rubin' (Paulo Costanzo) from the movie Road Trip is also there, and bragging about how he easily won the contest because for him it was no challenge whatsoever.

For the previous two days prior to having this dream, I had tried to make my dreams more vivid by taking a B Complex supplement that contained 50mg of vitamin B6. The supplement, however, had a negative effect on my dreams because for those two days I could not remember any when I woke up. This next dream is just a fragment, which came back to me while I was in the shower this morning:

All I remember of this dream is sitting at a large table, eating dinner with friends and family. My mother is there, telling me about the house we're in and she asks me, "Isn't it nice?" I somehow know that the house we're in actually used to be two houses but that the person living here knocked out walls to make it one big house. Glancing upward, I point out to my Mom that you can still see where the walls of the old house used to be because whoever remodeled it didn't do a very good job patching up the ceiling.

V-WILD'd successfully! Sorry I haven't posted a DJ entry in a while...will try to start getting back into it.

I was standing outside the Hogwarts Castle, by a brick wall. I stabilized the dream, and everything became clearer. The wall felt rough, and faded when I rubbed it.

Behind the wall, was a entrance to Hogwarts. It was a mossy green circular door, that seemed about 15 feet high. I walked through the tall grass towards the door and pushed it open.

Inside, was a royal looking hallway fllled with candles everywhere. It was crowded and people were staring at me. curiously. I smiled at them.

I saw a very small door to my left, and walked past it. Suddenly, a random guy stopped me in the hallway and said that the door lead to the sorting hat, and I needed to be sorted. I said it was a dream, and I would just find a taller door and the sorting hat would be there for me. He seemed persistent, and said I HAD to shrink down and go through that particular door.

So I shrunk down slowly, and pushed open the door. There was a small, wooden table right in the center of the room with the sorting hat sitting on the middle of it. There was no other furniture in the room. The walls seemed to be made of some type of fur.

I picked up the hat, put it on. It seemed to melt into my head, and I asked it what house I would be in. After about 10 seconds, it shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!" I was happy, since this is the house I wanted!

I said thank you to the hat, and stepped out of the room. I was trying to remember any of the Hufflepuff tasks, but I couldn't. I grew back up, and started to walk around the castle.

I decided to start talking to random people passing me. I stopped a really tall, bright-oranged haired girl, and asked her how she was doing.

She replied, "Fine and dandy, just like a pencil!"

She randomly touched my arm, and her finger melted in it. When she pulled her hand out of my arm, her finger was missing. I looked down, and saw my veins popping out. They were a magenta color. It freaked me out, so I looked away quickly.

I continued to walk down the hall, and noticed an abstract painting. I can't remember the details of it, but I got so absorbed in it..I forgot I was dreaming .

Thank you for reading

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

Notes:
I was half-asleep a few nights ago and got some nonsensical imagery of flames, elephants and fruits, cherries being one of them. I then got the random idea to set a cherry on fire in an upcoming lucid. I didn't plan on doing it this soon because I had more dated goals, but in this LD, my logic wasn't completely turned on and my memory of waking life events wasn't too good. When lucid, I thought about what I wanted to do for a few moments, and only remembered to do the cherry thing. If I had the awareness I would've done something else, but...

A final note, I had this dream after waking up in the middle of the night for two hours, feeling really sick, then going back to bed when my stomach settled down. I did a few RCs and awareness sessions during this time. As for the dream itself, I was pretty tired and fell asleep right away, so I'm surprised I remember as much of it as I do.

I was in my "house", except this wasn't quite my actual house. It was a single square room, probably only 15x15 feet, and it was darkly-lit so I couldn't see what kind of flooring it had. I did see the walls were a lighter blue with a slight green tint, and the molding around the ceiling and along the floor was white, and relatively plain. The room was divided in two equal sections by another wall, of the same color, that ran from one side of it to the other. It had a large, clean rectangular opening so that if you were to look at the wall, you'd see the other half of the room. The opening in the dividing wall must have been three feet tall and six feet wide, and positioned more to the left side. On the right was a basic open doorway, with no door.

I was standing on one side of this wall and looking at the other side; it consisted of a basic kitchen countertop, white in color with dark wooden cabinets. There were no chairs or tables, or a fridge, just the counters. The center of the room had a warm yellow light shining down on it, which dissipated towards the walls of the room. In the half of the room I was in, there was little lighting except a bit coming in from a window. When you looked out the window, you could see a very dark, pale blue street with snow. That seems to be a common setting for houses in my dreams.

I leaned up against the opening of the wall and put my arms over the foot-thick structure; I became lucid as I did this. I noticed the appearance of the opening change a bit; before it was just lined by the blue-green wall, but now it was lined with polished, lighter wood (bamboo-color?). It was like the lining of a windowsill. I counted my fingers, one, two, three, four, five... But I knew better than to assume anything by just using the finger check, so I plugged my nose and I could breathe; the air felt still and it was room temperature. I also noted the location I was in, and then realized it was a combination of my old house's living room and a kitchen.

For stabilization, I took a few steps back and looked at the wood on the rectangular wall opening; I could see a few small holes in it, probably the size of thumbtack heads, but it wasn't littered with them. I then put my right hand on the wood and moved it along, seeing how it felt. It felt like polished wood, where there was a bit of friction and it took slightly more effort to move my hand. It was realistic; the more intensely I observed the wood, the cooler it felt. I then rubbed my hands together and tried to think about what my dream goals were; after ten seconds I remembered wanting to set a cherry on fire, so I held my right hand out in front of me, forming a fist. After doing this, I moved my thumb out to the right and my last for digits downwards a bit, imagining a cherry to roll up a bit from inside my grip. A maraschino cherry appeared; it was bright red like the real thing, but the stem was half the size it should've been, and it was very slightly transparent, making its color a bit lighter than normal. I looked closely at it, then started to use pyrokinesis. I imagined warmth coming from the cherry and saw that the places where my hand was touching it ripple outward slightly, and these ripples glowed orange. The left and right of the cherry then started to show a sleek flame coming up from either side; this flame was mostly red-orange but also had some yellow blended in.

It took about a minute to get a flame to fully encapsulate the cherry, but I did it. The flame was very realistic and seemed to come mostly from the bottom and rise up and around the cherry, but a few smaller licks of fire came from in between the fruit and where I was touching it. I'd never seen so realistic flames in a dream before, so I was mesmerized! I didn't feel a burn from the fire coming from the cherry, but just a slight 'fuzziness', as if I was rubbing my fingers against a chalkboard.

The cherry looked the same as it did initially, not burning or anything. But as the dream started to end, I popped the cherry into my mouth. It tasted like pure white sugar. The outside was crispy as if it had been charred, though when I was holding it before, it was soft and visibly unaffected by the fire.

I tried a DEILD, but it failed because I accidentally opened my eyes!

This is my first entry, and my first time in any sense attempting to record a dream, having had one.

It's only recently I began remembering my dreams, and only that because of a brief reading about lucid dreaming.

I'll start backwards because it'll help me remember:

The final segment was my mother revealing some information about the downfall of a friend of mine's family. In real life this friend of mine I saw last night at a party and he is headed off to the Cayman Islands to teach Cello - maybe that was why he was in my head.

It was just an oblique about the success of this guy's older brother, who displayed great academic achievement, as opposed to some of the other siblings who were more along the lines of great musical achievement. He was already publishing articles as head boy at the private school he went to - before the family collapsed. I suppose all this provoked in me was an extra sense of sadness at all the potential some of these kids had, and the distruption their various life trajectories underwent, as they ended up having their home life and family taken out from underneath them, and the effects this has had on them. All this was being told me on the day before a set of exams I had to do, which stayed with to the point I was sitting on the dewed grass of a green that was familiar yet unfamiliar of a university which was similar yet different to the one I went to.

Then interestingly came a focus to my own home. Which was unrecogniseable and yet familiar. It was labyrinthine, with loads of rooms I had never seen before and yet which seemed vaguely familiar. One which sticks in my head was a cored nursery which was the only room which looked unused but was being kept for that purpose for some peculiar reason. Maybe because my mother still hopes sooner or later a cousin on or somesuch will bring a child over.

Then comes the basement, which seems to have been where I was. It seems to have been some kind of a workshop for me. It was full of wooden cutout figures that had painted faces; curiously grotesque and horrific yet comical and almost funny as well. It was darkly lit and mostly cement, with a cool, almost wet sense to the air. A backdoor to the basement opened out to a dry desert road going around the side of a mesa. On a layby slightly below this road I was building a very large gattling gun out of rather ineffectual materials. In some cases there was metal, bullets, cables, things which in themselves seemed to overheat and break far too quickly. Meanwhile some important structural parts of the machine were being done in cardboard, and I didn't see how strange that was.

Anyway that's it in reverse order.

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:
I'm surprised that I didn't become lucid in this one; I'm usually aware in dreams involving my room, or house for that matter...

I was in my bedroom; however, a common theme in many of my dreams is the lack of furniture, and this one was no exception. The only thing in my room was my queen-sized bed which in which the head was right up against the wall; the bed's frame was very modern and square, all made of dark stained wood. There were two short, slightly curved rectangular pieces at the end of the bed that collectively made a headboard. The room itself was dark (there were no windows but I could somehow tell that it was nighttime), but there was light coming from a doorway behind me, slightly illuminating the bedroom with pale yellow. As for myself, I was waiting in front of my bed for my dad to come into my room. He was leaving for a business trip (I'm unsure of the duration or any details of the matter) and he was coming to my room to give me something to eat for the night. Dinner, or something. I stood there for a minute, and then he walked into the room, but I didn't turn around to greet him. He just appeared at my side, and handed me a rectangular block of cheddar cheese, which looked incredibly realistic. It was one of those larger, plastic-sealed blocks that go for fifteen bucks or so at the supermarket.

I looked at it and my dad said, "I'm not sure if this is fresh still, but try it anyways. I'm going now, see you later."

He left the room. At this point, I saw that the package of cheese was open at one end, although it had been completely sealed before, and there was a price sticker containing the price and barcode in the corner. I peeled back the plastic a bit, and took a tiny piece from the corner, no bigger than my pinkie finger. I ate it and it tasted like sour cheese, or cheese mixed with sour milk (except it didn't have that very strong 'tang' to it, which would've been real disgusting).

It was no good to eat, obviously.

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

This dream started in my house. I was in the hallway of the second floor, but one side of this hallway wasn't walled-off, and instead it had a half-wall that overlooked the first floor, which went out from underneath it for another ten feet or so. The walls were beige and the half-wall was topped off with a smooth, rounded section of dark wood. The floors, as they've always been, were hardwood. The first floor must have been twenty feet tall, judging from how high up the second one was.

I was standing up against the half-wall, with my elbows resting on with wood on top. I wanted to leave the house but I knew my dad wouldn't let me; he was in an irritable mood. The tall wall I was facing had a large, vertical rectangular window made of one solid pane of glass. If you were to look below the window, you'd see the front door of the house. It was a set of white double doors with brass doorknobs. I peered over the wall to look down at them; it was fairly dark in the house though, because the lighting was dimmed. Light was coming from a room to the right on the first floor, on the wall adjacent to the one with the door, though. My dad was in that room.

I looked out through the big window and it was clearly nighttime; the sky was pitch-black. The only thing I could see were distant street lights. I did see a two-lane road right in front of my house going perpendicular to it, but that's because it was right near the house.

The dream skipped and I was now downstairs, right in front of the door. Right there, I became lucid. Wanting to avoid a possible scrap with my dad (because the dream had a slightly dark air to it), I called out to him; I sort of knew he was still in the room to the right. The light was still on, too, letting a flood of yellow into the main room, the one I was in.

"Dad," I said, "I'm leaving now! I'll be back in a bit."

I expected him to oblige and simply say 'alright', but that didn't happen. Moments later, I prepared to open the door and summon the indoor "arrivals" terminal of an airport, and that was when I felt an invisible hand on my shoulder. I didn't summon this hand; I'd simply forgotten all about my dad, but the dream obviously had other ideas. The hand freaked me out slightly but I shoved it off, saying, "dad, this is a dream and you have no business doing that. Get lost." I kept my cool because I was aware enough that I was dreaming, and that nothing could hurt me.

"You're not leaving!" I heard him shout from the other room; his voice sounded hollow but not echoey at all. I gathered up my visualizations again and was about to open the door, when the floor gave way. It split in two, and I could hear the hardwood snap as I plunged right-side up into blackness.

Okay, so I was pretty much totally unnerved now, but I still managed to keep my charade going. "What did I say?" I exclaimed, rolling my eyes as I fell down through the blackness. I crossed my arms. "Put me back, NOW!"

The lack of visual input must have been what caused the dream to end.

Dream 1
I was in a desert and I realised I was dreaming so I looked up and around it was really nice. Then I woke up and it was dark my mum was in the room, I rolled over and touched her arm and woke up again. In real life.



Dream 2
I was a huge dinosaur and had been captured by the Krakeder from Space Clash (a game I used to play) there was the green empire there aswell and then I suddenly warped out and became human. I was out on one of the streets and there were muslim girls reading books each at a distance in a row.

I figured the dinosaur was more fun so I went back but I noticed a pen and gave it to one of the girls. Then I woke up in a nother dream.

Dream 3

I was in bed and woke up (false awakening) I could hear my mum and sisterdownstairs and thought to myself "I'm dreaming" I got exicted and ran downstairs I did a nose pinch and I could breathe but since I have a small nose but I was lucid. I was going to go outside but got sidetracked and went into the living room. Where I saw my mum and sister, I lost lucidity and woke up.

Side Notes
When I woke up I made sure to reality check. I don't even know if this is real or not LOL.

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:
Another dream with Gale Boetticher in it... Must have been because I missed the new episode of Breaking Bad on Sunday...

In this dream, it was sometime between afternoon and evening - the sky was still light, but it was beginning to adopt a pale orange tint. I was in a relatively sparse forest with very tall and skinny trees. They looked like the kind of trees that had been burned and killed by a forest fire; the ends of their branches were flimsy and almost crispy-looking, and the bark of the trees themselves was fairly dark, but not quite bordering on black. The trees had a few leaves here and there but not many. There was probably one tree for every fifteen feet of groundspace.

I was a young gray owl, and I was one of five or six other owls (of different species) who were in school taking flying lessons from a grumpy old teacher owl. I can't remember details about any specific birds except the teacher; he had slightly scraggly brown feathers, and longer ear 'tufts' on his head. The group was flying in place, in a circle all facing each other, at the side of one tree in the forest, which must have been at an altitude of about 70 feet above the pine-and-wood covered dirt ground. Myself, I was in the hollow of a tree that was right near theirs; the hole was only five feet higher than the group. Because of this, I was looking down on them. When the dream started, my dream-self knew that I was ditching class because the teacher wasn't friendly; he wasn't letting the owls eat until class was over, which I didn't like. So, I wanted to stir things up.

I saw the group, positioned about ten feet away from me. I looked at them and suddenly saw a perfectly round owl pellet whizz towards the hole and past my head; they were using it to practice catching things with their feet while flying at the same time. The sudden appearance of the pellet didn't surprise me, although I definitely would've jumped in real life. Without taking my gaze away from the class, I grabbed the ball with my foot (although I cant remember if it was an owl's foot) and as soon as I did this, the teacher somehow realized where I was.

"Puffin, get down here now!" he roared in a grumpy but non-intimidating fashion, but I just laughed to myself and put the pellet down. I then kicked my foot hard into the inside of the hole, which sent three moths, each having a different color - pale orange, mint green, and light blue - flying towards the class. The moths' wings looked normal at first glance, but then upon closer inspection, the wings were upside-down! As usual, I didn't notice this anomaly. I was just thinking about how sending food out to the class, moths, would surely piss the teacher off!

I looked away from the class as soon as the moths got further away from the tree; I didn't see or hear a reaction at all. A few moments later, I decided to land on the ground.

I walked up to the edge of the hole and let gravity pull me over the edge; I dropped out of the hole, flapping my grey wings (which were still rather small because I wasn't very old) a few times to slow the fall a bit, and started to coast forward. I landed at least forty feet away from my tree, as a result of the coasting. I had completely forgotten about the class of owls now; it's as if they weren't even there. Sometime during the flight, the forest had seamlessly changed from a sparse one to a slightly denser and lively forest, with pine and sycamore trees that actually looked normal, leaves and all. I'm not sure if I was seeing from an owl's small perspective while in the tree, but I was definitely seeing through it now; the trees were very big compared to me. Anyways, the pieces of wood chips, pine needles and dirt on the ground looked large, which was pretty realistic for my size. I walked a few small steps forward and my feet sunk down into the materials a bit, because the sheet of them covering the forest floor was not one solid thing, but many pieces.

As soon as I stopped walking, I heard a woman's voice say, "what are you doing? Theres dangerous owls here, like this one!" As the last sentence started, an owl's face suddenly flashed in front of my vision, filling it up for a few instances. It was in the animation style of the owls from the film Legend of the Guardians, but with slightly less less feather detail. The owl was dark grey, with feathers that became lighter around its eyes and beak, and it had intimidating-looking red eyes that gradated to black in the center of each one. When the vision faded, it was almost juxtapositioned by a friendly-looking grey owl, who was probably a bit less than twice my own height. He was standing bot ten feet away from me; the forest around us remained unchanged. I knew that this owl was my friend; I enjoyed doing things with him and trusted him completely. He looked like the owl from the vision with grey feathers that got lighter around his face, but his eyes were normal-looking. There was no connection between him and the other owl I'd just seen; no premonition or a dangerous air to him; it was just strange and random dream behavior.

He said something friendly to me, although I cannot remember what wit was. We exchanged words a few times in a conversation I don't recall at all, and then I looked to my immediate left.

I was right next to a rectangular house (probably 50x20 feet) that had white siding, slightly stained in places with tree sap and other yucky things. The whole thing was raised five or six feet by a wooden lattice foundation; this foundation had black mesh behind it so I couldn't see behind it and under the house. The house also had a deck-like ramp made of pine wood going up the front of it, starting on the ground at the left and ending at the right. On the right, where the ramp ended about five feet above the ground (where the bottom of the house met the foundation), was a single white door with a square screen in the upper half. There was a small white-paned window a few inches to the left of the door, and it was divided into four equal sections by a thinner white windowpane; finally, it was screened with black mesh, just like the door. I couldnt see through it. I was in front of the house from where I was standing, the other owl a few feet down and slightly past the house. We both turned towards the house and started to walk up the ramp. During this, my height seamlessly changed to my normal human height of approximately 5.4", and the owl I just spoke with just vanished when I looked away from him and at the house. For the rest of the dream, he was nowhere to be found.

As I got to the top of the ramp, which was actually much steeper than it appeared to be when I was just looking at the house, I saw Gale Boetticher from the (awesome) television series Breaking Bad standing right outside the door. He was wearing a casual, button-down yellow shirt that had pineapple-colored criss-crossing lines, making a regular pattern of small squares. He was also wearing olive khakis and brown sandals; the outfit as a whole looked very normal.

Gale then looked at me and said, "excuse the mess." His voice was very similar to the actual character. He then smiled a bit as if to welcome me to his house, and pushed lightly on the white door. It swung open slowly and without making a noise, even though he pushed very lightly on it. I knew I was going to be discussing business plans with him, although what type of business I don't know; the dream gave no hints. The dream ended once the door fully opened, and before I went in.

In my dream a group of friends and I went to this really old and run-down house and as we explored it we discovered this strange door that led outside to a garden. As we opened the door we were plunged into another area. Now I don't remember much else about the dream but that everytime we used that door we would be let out into a different area each time. Also, everytime we ventured out that door one of us would be killed... :_( As our numbers dwindelled, it became harder and harder to open the door and eventually, when there were three of us left the door wouldn't open anymore.

Dream Fragment 1

I am walking with my baby Pigeon, I look at him and think I see something, I take a second look and see tiny yellow maggots in his feathers ((lol))

Dream 2

Me, my hubby & the girls all went out. We are at a party together. For some reason I have to leave for a while. It's raining outside, I'm getting soaked, my hair has all fallen out of place and my make-up has run. I can see like a big Mansion, it's a white building. As I look at the building I see a bench to the left, thie bench is facing the Mansion and behind the bench is a green bush. I am sitting on the bench. I see a lady come to the front door of the Mansion, I walk over to the lady and ask "would it be ok if I stay here?" ((I didn't want to go back to the party looking in such a state lol)) she says "yes of course" ((Dream Skip)) I am now in the bedroom upstairs, it's only a small room, it's not posh atall. There is no bed just a Matress on the floor, it looks a little untidy really. I am sitting on the bed and feel like "something" is with me, I look about but there is nothing there. I am looking at a picture opposite me on the side, it's a black and white picture of a lady. As I look at it the white frame of the picture moves to the right and the woman in the picture starts talking etc., it is a bit like watching her on T.V. I'm thinking "That's weird...that should't happen!" ((unfortunatley I didn't get lucid)). I suddenly think "Ohh god, what about the kids" then I calm down and think "Ahh they'll be ok cause my hubby is with them" I begin to worry again slightly. ((Dream Skip)) I go out and I'm walking around the street. I walk down the street and see lots of other streets leading off the road so I decide to go and explore. I have arrived at a house, I know i'm now lost. I go round to the back of the house and walk inside, there are 2 men and a woman inside. One man was English, the woman was Asian and the other man was French or German or something. In my hand I am holding the syringe that I use to feed my baby Pigeon, it's full of mushed up food and i'm eating it . I see the English man is very hungry so I squeeze some food out of the syringe onto my hand and give it to him, I then see he is still hungry so I empty the syring into his mouth he says "thank you" I ask him "where am I?" I put my rucksack down on the side for a minute, the man tells me where I am, I say "I haven't walked that far have I" ((I'm amazed at how far I walked because it didn't seem like I had walked that far atall)) he says "yes". The man now opens the front door and points down the street and directs me to where I need to go. I look down the street and say "to that car there?" he says "No, go past the 2 streets further on from there and you'll get there". I go to pick my rucksack up but it has now turned into a baby in a baby carrier, I think nothing of this and pick it up and carry it on my back. I get very close to where I have to go when I bump into 2 of my old school friends, they are both male. One of them tells me that he has always loved me and says "even if you do look shit and you'r nails aren't done" ((Dream Skip)) I am back at the Mansion, I am standing on the long wide balcony and there are lots of people there, I see my father-in-law and his brother sitting on a bench, I walk over to them and say "It's Don" we talk a little and Don tells me that he wants me to pass a message on to the rest of the family, he tells me to tell them that they are ok and they are all together ((they are all dead in real life)) Another brother of his was there too. ((dream skip)) I am back on the street and i'm walking to the pub where the party is, I meet up with my girls and walk through with them. We enter a room and there is a big tree trunk spread across the room, it is blocking part of the room off, in that part of the room there are 3 men and a pool table that they are playing on, the men say "this is just for Adults" I think "there must be something funny going on in that area" I go into the other room with the girls, I still look really shitty and messy. I sit down on a chair next to a table and take my bobble out of my hair. A woman walks past and in a sarcastic manner she says "is that the new fashion" and sniggers as she goes by.

my house is connected to a shed (in real life, too).
i walk thru the door to the shed and instead of a shed, there is a giant roller rink - esque room.
a few people including my friend lotie who i know online are using the space for some kind of party.
everyone's bodies are bumper cars but this is normal for this kind of get together.
to be here, you must have hot coco in your hand. i walk around for awhile with mine and never sip it so it gets weird looking and the whipped cream erodes into a rock mess on top of it.

i don't like it here so i go into my sun room and watch the people who are hanging out in my driveway, taking a smoke break from the party.
they all look at me weird because i own the house. whatever.
i go into the party room again later and there are a lot less people. i hang around a bit, it's not that bad.

The start of this dream is kind of a blur, but I remember being in school, and getting into trouble about something. The next thing I remember (although, I know things happened between them, but I just can't remember -__-) I'm walking down a pathway with my mother and sister. My mother is looking for a house where she needed to go because of that thing I got into trouble for at school (can't remember what it was :/). After a bit of walking, we saw the house around 200 m in front of us. (This was at night by the way).
We saw groups of people wearing dark clothes enter the house, and it seeemed like there was a party happening inside. I immediately felt a chill, like something was wrong with the house. My sister seemed to feel it too, but my mum kept on approaching the house. Me and my sister screamed for her to not go, and tried to keep her back, but she forced her way past us and ran to the house. We followed. My sister and I rushed to my mum, who was standing in front of a gate to the left of the main entrance. (This was within the actual front yard of the house). When I approached the door to see what was behind the gate, hands suddenly rushed from within the gate (i didnt see any other body part) and one of them grabbed me. I didn't know what was happening with my mum and sister, but the person holding my hand (i only saw his/her hand) said, as I tried to run away, "One by One, we'll get to you" or something like that in an evil tone.
The dream then fast forwards to me sitting in my parent's bedroom, with my mother and sister standing in front of me in dark robes, and shiny jewellery around their necks. I realised that my mother was wearing a necklace around her neck with the christian cross on it (we are not christian), and i felt an evil vibe from them. My sister was wearing somewhat revealing dark gothic clothes and also had shiny jewellery around her necks. I don't remember if she had a cross around her neck, though.

The dream (still continuing) then fast forwards to me, my younger sister (the same one from earlier in the dream - shes older than me but the younger of my two sisters), my mother and my eldest sister's fionce in an old car. My sisters fionce was driving the car. It was rainy and dark (at night). We drove (i didnt know to where) on and on, until my sisters fionce suddenly swerved to the right for an unknown reason, and drove off a cliff into a rocky floor below. We all got up safely and scared, and saw some builders working on building some stone pillars of some sort. Something I don't remember well happened, and then one of the builders said (referring to my sisters fionce) "Haha at least he won't be heere for long". The dream (still going on and continuing) then fast forwards to me sitting on a table and chair in front of the creepy house. This time its daylight, and I'm not afraid. I'm sitting at a table with a friend of mine. He smiles, and I wake up.

Dream Fragment

I was a TIE Pilot I was flying. I think I was in battle.

Dream

I was in the body of Hey Arnold it was like I Quantam Leaped. Something bad was going on and I waved to some guys whn I left a bank. Then a police officer said "Hey, kid!. Don't wave to them,there bad people!" He had some kind of speech impediment.

I then went home and it was different instead of a board house it was an average house. I went to the kitchen and talked to Grandpa (Arnold's Granpa not mine) He was still crazy and spoke in his usual voice.

Side Note

During the Hey Arnold dream I was partially lucid.

It took me like 4 hours to get to sleep.
Before I got to sleep I was in a park and my friend threw a ball at me and it woke me up.

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:
This one is pretty fragmented, but I won't count it as a fragment because there are enough remembered pieces to make a full entry.

Part 1 - Assassin

I was at my house, in the square-shaped living room. The lighting was dark, but one corner of the living room had an almost spotlight-like glow to it, from a light source somewhere on the ceiling, angling towards that corner. The lighting was yellowish, and it almost had a greenish tone to it. The floor was a plush tan carpet, and in the corner, on the wall below the spotlight, where the spotlight, there was a black flatscreen television. I'm guessing it was fifty inches. It was on, but I can't remember what it was displaying. In front of this television, there were two pale red leather chairs with taller backs. And there were four or five people hanging out in this little area. They were targets of mine.

I was behind them, a good ten or fifteen feet back. I slowly crept forward, close to the ground, and brought my right hand forward. In this hand, I was holding a staff! It was a slightly matte gold color, and it had a long, thicker strip of gold shaped into the outline of a heart on the end. At the end of the staff, on top of the heart, was a small red ruby. It was shaped like a bipyramid, ie. the shape you'd get if you stuck the bottoms of two pyramids together.

I said, "watch out" in an intimidating tone. Then I kicked off from the ground and jumped directly over the two chairs, so I could see who was in them. When I was in mid-air, my movement slowed to a standstill, which was an interesting effect. I stayed suspended in the air for a few moments, and the two people who were sitting in the chairs stood up and gasped at me. The other people backed up against the wall; one person put their hands up in front of them. I brought the staff over my left shoulder and swung it back out in front of me, strongly, and it created a sheet-like, crescent-shaped white blast of light. It knocked everyone out.

Part 2 - Kicking Back... at the Enemies

This is the last part of the dream I remember before waking up.

There was a large, decently-lit hexagonal room that was probably 50x50 feet, and probably had a ceiling twice the height of those in an average house. I knew this ceiling was made of a thin sheet of steel without even looking at it; I knew the steel was thin enough to blast through, but I didn't consider doing so. The walls of this room were essentially six taller glass panels; they were pretty thick, and bulletproof. They didn't touch at the corners, but were connected by small metal hinges, like the kind you see in restroom stall doors. The walls were unable to be moved, though.

This entire room was inside a larger one that was poorly lit. I couldn't see the dimensions, but I did know it wasn't that much bigger. The walls of the two rooms were pretty tight and close together. I also knew that the walls of the larger room were made entirely of dark grey, bricked-shaped stones, and the floor was concrete. I knew this because I was standing not five feet away from the entrance to the glass room. The entrance was in one of the glass panels, and basically just consisted of a rectangular section of glass that would detach from the panel and slide upward, creating an opening.

Inside the glass room, the ground was grass, and there was a wide mote that went along the back half of the room. This mote wasn't at ground level, but was four or five feet deeper into the ground. In the middle of the room was a mound covered in taller grass, and a tree. I can't remember what the tree looked like, but I knew its branches spread out towards the edges of the room and almost created a ceiling of leaves. Along with this scenery, there were lots of people. The whole room was packed; from the outside I didn't recognize anyone because they were all walking around, sitting, looking at me through the glass. At this point, I knew I was with my sister and another friend (whom I don't remember) but I didn't actually see them yet.

"Ready?" I asked out-loud to my two companions, but if they were there, they didn't answer. I didn't think this was odd, though. I ran towards the glass door that slid open very fast. A bunch of people had congregated at the door and were tripping over each other, trying to get out. The majority of them were on the floor, on their stomachs; there was a mass with probably three layers of people on top of each other. The crowd came up to my chest - hardly anyone was standing anymore! I ran at them, knowing I had to knock them all out.

I was now right outside the entrance. I started to kick people back, folding my right leg and forcefully kicking out, slightly downwards at the people. A few of them ended up running away, but my dream-self didn't notice or care. I remember seeing Matt Damon's head poking out of the crowd; he had lighter brown hair and a lime green hoodie; he was practically buried under everyone else. I continued to kick at people. A few of these people reacted oddly and ended up flying right into the center of the glass room, as if they were made of feathers! During a few kicks, I saw the arms of people reach out and briefly grab my leg, but their grips weren't very strong, and I just pulled my leg back to continue attacking. After a few minutes, I backed up a bit. I saw Halle Berry at this time. She had a short haircut and she was wearing a modern red dress, crawling out of the room right beside me. I can't remember what happened to her. I was still outside of the glass room, so I had to make an effort to get in. I leaped onto the mass of people and bounded over them, landing in the grass. All the people now got up as if they'd rehearsed getting out of that heap, and spread out into the room. I looked behind me and saw a person running up to attack me. I landed a roundhouse kick to them.

I remember using superpowers too, when I was in the glass room, but I can't remember what they were. They mostly involved magic, but I'm positive I used super strength as well.

I attempted to DEILD, because in the end I felt my senses pouring in from waking life, but I failed it.

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

Notes:
Another lucid recall fail.

All I remember about this dream is being in my bed, having 'woken up'. It was dark, and my surroundings were pretty unidentifiable, almost blurry. I can't even remember what bed I was in because my surroundings were so hard to decipher. Whatever bed I was in, to the left of it was a side table, and there was a digital alarm clock on it. I could barely see anything except for the bright red, normal-looking numbers of the clock. It read 9:47, but I figured I should probably do a reality check because I might have been dreaming.

I looked away and looked back, and the time had changed to 9:48, just one minute ahead. I looked at it intensely. A fluke, or was I really dreaming? I'd test it again, but before I had the chance to look away, the time then changed to 9:49, then 9:50, then 9:51, and so on, all within seconds. "Yeah, I knew it!" I said.

That's all I can remember.