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I saw a blurred out feminine face.

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Cloud dragon and rainbows

I saw a family living in a village, their house was always clean, well organised, and it was modernly furnished. Out of all the family members I could see only mother and her son. The kid was hiding and escaping from something all the time, there was something he was afraid to say to his mom. She knew that he had some kind of a problem and they were constantly arguing about it. One night the kid ran upstairs to his room in a hurry, his mother followed him and suddenly they were teleported away from their house. They ended up on a cloud, there were many cloud islands and rainbows were linking them like bridges. The mother shouted to her son: "What have you done this time?!" and then suddenly a dragon composed of clouds flied above them and said "I brought you here!".

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WBTB Attempt

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Wedding, shootout and "Shogudan" immigrants

I woke up in my neighbor's house, put on shorts and slippers, and then left the house. It was a bright, sunny day. As I passed the street, two girls noticed me and started laughing upon seeing me almost naked. I ignored that and moved on to my house. The place was extremely crowded, two kids were about to marry each other and it gathered a lot of people. I went inside my house and spoke with several people, when suddenly kidnappers appeared and took the kids! I took a pistol out of my pocket and ran outside. The time of day abruptly changed to night and I wasn't in my house any more, but in some kind of harbour. I shot at the car a thousand times, completely destroying it's tires, but it still drove away. After a while police appeared and arrested me. Next day they opened the cell I was held in, one of the officers said: "All right, there's no place in our country for terrorist Shogudan immigrants. You will be deported!", but then another officer appeared and shouted at them: "What the hell are you doing? You've just arrested our best agent!", then he gave me a badge and a gun.

I had another one of my kidnappers try to snatch my kids nightmares.

They tried to snatch my kids while the kids and I were running for the safety of a building. I managed to somehow fend them of. I don't remember how.

In general my awareness in this dream was fuzzy, which is why I did not recognize my dream sign: the kidnappers.

Went to bed around 10:00pm

11:30 kidnapper in a car garage in our van wants to take my kids - I retaliate, I rescue the kids, I prepare to fight using martial arts which i don't know in real life. I felt sure that I would win. I don't remember dreaming the actual fight - i think the dream ended on my intension to fight and sureness of winning. It felt very empowering. A surprisingly vivid dream for this early in the night. A typical mother protects her kids dream.

"12-30 this us a reas," - at first I assumed that I was not awake enough to make sense while typing. But now given my struggles with typing in the morning, I assume that I just did not double heck the result. It could have been a clear sentence in my mind.

4:00 cannot remember anything and distracted by my husband while trying to recall

Night of April 24

3:13- A man was upset because the girl he liked couldn't visit him or something. Anyway, so spirits take those who come close to the house to the man. Anastasia and I went to Dollar General at some point to get somethin and he asked for us. He tried to get Poirot too. Anyway, at some point we rode a flying bison. I want to say I woke up before much else could happen. Not bad in retrospect. There's still 3 more hours.

6:18- I and some other people were in the old science room. But there were trees and microwaves and the room was too big. We cooked love cats because they were mean. Anastasia turned a blind eye to it. Some other people showed up and ran around in the trees. We were all muddy, dirty, ratty and the like.

New Orleans kidnapped white room hall way kiss girl knew frequency eat love room return peace police play sweet tooth ice-cream snow

Had to make notes before leaving for school. Anyway, we were at that fountain at New Orleans in front of the Aquarium. We were walking along just fine. But then the scene changed. I was halfway in a small room. My middle hit the floor and my lower half was gone. Some people had kidnapped me. Then I was in a hall outside that room. Nurses were lined up in the hallway, restraining different looking patients as they were all mirrors. A blonde who looked like Hohenheim, but younger, kissed one of them. I didn't see it but I knew he had and I knew he was my brother somehow.
The monsters ran down the white hallway but it was empty now. They looked rotten but they were stumbling quickly. They ran for a specific room for some reason. The smaller allowed the other to kill him and eat him because the smaller ones loved the bigger ones. The flesh was eaten off their bones like one might eat a chicken leg. I saw it as if I were the one eating this white flesh with green skin. But only for a moment.

In a car with my kidnappers, one I remember as being a blonde with stubble, we were spying on this house but so were the police with the same frequency. It was confusing. It was a small red car and there were black, circular microphone things. There were two of them but I only remember the one. Finally Anastasia and some others stepped out of the old house and onto the brown wooden porch. They ushered us all to be happy and come inside. Problem aside, we did. I lay on a stage with Sweet Tooth, both of us presumed dead. My arms were hidden beneath my brown silk shirt. Ana was beside us, trying not to smile. It was fun.
Later, still at the stage but the play was over. I looked in a fridge for snow. But I didnt find any. A little girl showed Ana and I something like foam but it was spongy to touch and creamy and sweet like ice-cream. It was delicious.*
I dreamt Dad woke us up. He didn't. I know because soon the alarm went off. That's all.

Sean and I were walking up the main road of the trailer court, dressed in some sort of light armor and carrying small weapons. We were levels 6 and 7, but I don't remember who was which level (I have the feeling he was higher than I, as he is in most games we play together...). We were wandering around, nonchalantly searching for something to do, a new quest or something. We passed by two other people at the front of the trailer court who were also dressed in armor.
"Hey, more newbies! Maybe we could travel together!" one of them said. I think they were levels 3 or 4.
"No, Sean said quickly, and kept walking. We already had other high-level characters on other accounts, like in WOW, so we knew what we were doing and didn't want to be held back by new people... I think we were also enjoying our time being alone together, even though all we were doing was wandering around...
The other two decided to follow us anyway, so Sean and I started sprinting down the street, trying to get away from them . We turned onto the bike path and slowed down a bit, thinking we lost them. Somehow Sean was suddenly on a bike, riding slowly while I walked beside him. We were just casually talking again, but when we looked back we saw the other two had also turned onto the bike path to follow us, both on their bikes. We picked up our pace a little bit, but I could only go so fast in armor.
"We could go faster if I could get on your bike with you," I told Sean. He was stubborn though, and kept swerving his bike so I couldn't climb on. I don't think he really cared whether the other two caught up or not. "Come on, please?" I begged. "They're going to catch up to us!" He still wouldn't let me on. He pedaled yet faster so I had to jog to keep up. I started to sweat. I looked back, and the other two were still really far behind us. I kept bugging Sean to let me on his bike, so finally he did. He had a basket somehow on the back of his bike, really low to the ground, into which I put the backpack I suddenly had; then I stood on the basket and held onto his shoulders as he pedaled. He continued riding very slowly, though.
"Why are you riding so slowly?" I asked him annoyedly.
"Because there's too much weigh ton the bike," he replied matter-of-factly. I frowned at the back of his head, huffed, and got off.

A little while later, the two behind us had disappeared, and then I had a bike of my own. Sean and I were slowly passing by a large blacked house that was hidden behind tall weeds and trees to our left. We could see through the foliage that there was a semi trailer parked next to the house, its open back facing us. There were a lot of men buzzing around te house and the trailer, many carrying heavy crates and boxes into the trailer and going back into the house, only to come back out with more heavy loads. There may have been people inside the crates... Sean and I wondered whether our missing friend was in one of those crates.
We decided this was our next quest, to scope this house out and rescue anybody inside the crates. Sean jumped off his bike and let it slide into the weeds, then helped me hide my bike in the weeds nearer to the house. Then we snuck through the weeds and down the hill to get closer to the house. We were noticed by a few of the men almost immediately, and they began their pursuit of us. Instead of running away we ran closer to the house and to the right, away from the semi trailer. We tried to find an unlocked door, but the only ones that were unlocked were too dark to see inside. We chose to run into a dark room anyway; it was pitch black inside, and I almost immediately slammed into a tower of crates and boxes... I believe I was beginning to wake up at this point... the dream rewound a bit because I knew that crashing into the boxes would hurt too much, and I would not escape the men chasing us. So it rewound until we were back at the door and I was running in again - the light flashed on and suddenly it was bright as day in there. I avoided the crates and ran to the back wall where there was another closed door, with shovels and rakes propped up against the wall next to it. We ran back to try the door, but it was locked, so I grabbed the first weapon I could - a snow pusher...Sean and I had our backs to the wall as the men ran in after us. There were three of them - The skinny, young-looking Asian man in a grey hat ran towards me, in which case I shoved the snow pusher square at his chest. However, it was too soft, and I wasn't strong enough to do anything but pause his advance for a moment. He grabbed it by the handle, shoved it down, and lunged at me again. This time I kicked out at him, toe up, heel out, using the wall behind me to support myself and power my foot forward. That only sent him back a step, so I punched him in the face. Then I kicked again, and punched again, and kicked again... he tried to hit me once, put I slapped his arm away and punched again. Punch, kick, punch, kick... Everything was in slow motion. The man was a terrible fighter, I noticed. He hardly even tried. Next to me, Sean was halfway-wrestling a long-haired man who reminded me of Liam Nieson, and I couldn't see the third man but I heard him laugh. He sounded like my friend Cody.
I was still stuck up against the wall, with the Asian man continuing his attempt to grab me while I punched and kicked him. We were at a standstill. I began to realize how odd this was, that these men were so slow. All I had to do was keep this up and he would not be able to get me, but I would not be able to get away either. I had to break the cycle and find a way out... I kicked my leg out again - and woke up with a start as my leg made contact with the mattress and caused my bed to shake. I was face-down in my pillow...

I thought maybe if I don't move anymore and kept trying to imagine the dream scene again, the Asian man in front of me, his nifty hat, the long-haired man next to him... maybe I could fall back to sleep, maybe even have a lucid dream... But I could hardly picture the dream anymore. I knew it was already late morning and I was too awake from the jolt to fall back to sleep for a while. So I got up.

I realize that I'm beginning to question the oddities in my dreams more often, but I have yet to have another lucid dream after the first accidental one.