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Two dreams again ._.

Casually watching youtube on the microwave

I remember watching on the microwave, specifically 2-3 videos on Nintendo 64 best games countdowns. I watch the last video, and my dad comes out to the kitchen, and I start talking to him about the Nintendo 64. He recognizes some game I have never heard of, then I remember the countdown hitting #2, then the dream ends.

I then see my dream friend wake up, and he is a bit depressed that he remembers none of his dreams the previous night. I then tell him what precisely happened in his dream, like I was a bystander or something.

"Epic" house fight

Okay, so me, my brother, and my mom are at my grandparents' house, and I either have my psp, or my yo-yo with me. If it was my psp, it was dead, if it was my yo-yo, it had no string. Either way, I could not use either one, so I just had it in my pocket. Due to boredom my grandma suggests we go digging for something of which I can not remember. So we grab two quite heavy chairs, three small shovels, go into a van, and take off. We go up a mountain, but on the way up, we go around three corners, all of which have a lake next to them, you have to drive a bit into the water to get around and up.(Deja vu moment. Not sure if I dreamed of this place before, or what.) We end up at the top, and we see about 3 homes, and a lot of land. We put the 3 shovels in a soft spot in the dirt in someone's front yard, and I am sitting there wondering why we were doing this, and if one of us owned this land or something. My mom and I sit down in the heavy chairs, and wait two to three minutes, then grandma grabs one shovel and says "they need to be taken out like this, one jerk to the back, to knock the dirt out, but keep the ___(...Something. Don't remember what) in." So what is left on the shovel is what looks like granola bars, but I assume it is some vegetable. We do the same to the other shovels, and next thing I know we are back at my grandparent's home(Dream home, doesn't have the same appearance as the real one).

I look in the street and there are archers and swordsmen standing there, after something of which I do not know. They all sort of stand down, so we think we are safe, but as they start dispersing, one man who looks like Boromir from Lord of the Rings keeps his bow fired straight at me. He shoots it, and I dodge, running to the backyard.
A huge fight ensues, and I try to gather reinforcements. I see two cats with about 6 six kittens, and somehow know they will help. Oddly they were located behind a fence in the backyard, which had another fence behind it. I keep walking, and see some pigeons, I see them, say that we are in danger, they all fly off, but I think they are on our side. I think see a huge tree get up and start gathering bushes and other trees to help. The big tree reminded me of an ent. I see a pigeon, and hold on to it, it brings me way into the air, and drops me, I grab onto a nearby tree, and climb down. Then the dream sort of ended.

I do not think either of these as being fragment dreams, they were both pretty entertaining, I'd say my dream recall is getting much better

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:
These three fragments are all from one long-ass dream about a war being waged between two sides. I'm not sure what these "sides" were, because the characters and scenarios were so random. I don't remember much of the content that happened between the fragments.

The entire dream must have been fifteen minutes in length. It's one of the longest non-lucids I've had.

So many morbid dreams lately! I wonder what's up...

Anyways, this was the shorter of the three fragments, and probably the weirdest one too! I was in the same location as in my previous dream, Open Heart Medicine, except that it was much darker overall. The colors were paler and more dark-blueish in tone, but some browns were still present in the piles of wood and scattered items. Instead of being at the foot of the one large hill, I was about halfway up it, kind of standing awkwardly on the slope with one knee bent a little. I was looking up at the top of the hill, where the front half of a classic pirate ship was placed; it was facing upwards into the sky at a bit of an angle. It looked like the back end had been blasted off, because there were lots of shards of wood and hanging chains, along with other items, where it was cut off. The dark grey flags and sails were almost non-existent; they were very torn up and looked like they could've just dissolved into the air at the mention of a slight wind.

To the left of the ship, also on top of the pile, was a single stack of flatter black rocks that was a good ten feet in height; on top was a man; I knew that this was Legolas from Lord of the Rings. I only saw his silhouette though; it was a straight black color with no definition, as if it was a shadow puppet. His hands were on his hips and he was looking at the ship, which was directly to his right, level with him. As soon as I looked at him, the sky changed (although I can't really tell -when- exactly it did so) to a really dark red, which gradated to dark orange, and then a pale darker yellow right behind Legolas.

I looked to my left and saw a short man, possibly a dwarf but I'm not entirely sure, sitting on the side of the hill not five feet from me. He was wearing a woven Chinese sun hat and had a ginger beard, but I couldn't see his face because of the hat. He was wearing Lord of the Rings-style armor: silver, with some green and pale maroon fabric underneath, complete with some chainmail on the chest and lower arms. He had a long, skinny twig in the side of his mouth, and he chewed it a little bit.

"Legolas committed suicide," he told me with a very husky, almost garbled voice. "He was too proud to face conquest by the enemy".

I looked up, and then I saw that Legolas had vanished from the rock stack.

In a matter of moments, I had forgotten all about Legolas and the short man, and brought my attention back to the ship, but this time I was looking in front of it, on the side of the hill closest to me. There was a cross made from two wider-than-normal planks of wood, and on it was what I believed to be Dumbledore, although he looked more like Gandalf. He was wearing Gandalf the Grey's outfit, with a grey witch's hat on his head. What was so creepy about this, however, was that his eyes were wide open and his mouth made a bit of a gaping expression, and he was burned up with dark skin and yellow teeth. It reminded me of a crucifixion.

"Why is he so crispy?" I asked myself quietly, suddenly very afraid of my surroundings.

2/16-17. 1130. At Universal Studios. There’s a light rain and we’re deciding on getting on the backlot tour tram

LotR. I’m with Frodo and Sam. Sam, Pippin, and I have to leave so start to go. Head down a hallway, bt then go back to room with Frodo in it. Merry’s there. I tell Merry to take care of Frodo. I give some sort of speech telling Merry how important Frodo is. “Like a mare, or garden” is all I can remember. Leave and go out and I’m at a school. There’s a horse there and I jump on it, but then it’s a girl, wearing a blue shirt. Ride her across a lawn area. I see Dave and so stop and get off. Praise girl with, “Good girl” and she gets mad. Then mad at Dave because she gave him many chances to ask her out, but now is with Richard. Girl is Carrie(?) but looks nothing like her

725. Doing a ride along with Station 1. Xxxx is captain. We’re getting the rig ready for the shift to start. Xxxxp seems to be mad at me for some reason and tell me to pull a hose, “Yes, sir!” I pull a preconnect and flow some water to make sure it’s working. Have to restabilize myself because of the pressure. Xxxx puts on and takes off a silver HazMat suit. After taking it off, I check it out and it seems like it neoprene, like a wetsuit. Rig is now a black truck. Engineer is playing some music loud and the chief(?) comes out and has him turn it down. Xxxx tells him to turn it down more. Then we head over to a large garage that’s for storage. Rig now looks like Jim’s blue and white Ford. Then head out, but I’m not on rig

835. Mira Loma? Driving and go under a freeway. I was supposed to get on(?) and miss it, so go to the next street and pull down it to turn around. See some cops pass by on the other side after I get turned around. Matt Xxxxxxx is a bad guy, but the cop is Matt as well. Cop shoots bad guy and hits him. Bad guy then runs away toward the freeway and up the embankment. I hop a fence to go after bad guy, and find where bad guys hide out. Freeway is no longer there, but the hide out looks kind of like a bus stop/ train stop

I'm standing in this huge japanese market. Numerous shops line both sides of a dirt street. The buildings that the shops are tunneled into appear mexican, but signs hanging down above them have a japanese flair. I appear to me marcus damon, and im here because of the latest craze: miniature customisable aerial RC plane combat! I enter the large archway into the shop. There are hundreds of mini aeroplane parts, ranging from propellors to machine guns. A plump, bald, bespectacled man is sat in the store. He helps me to pick a starter plane and parts. This man seems similar to the one I met in my first LD, who taught me how to use dreamworld abilities, except this guy doesn't have a beard. Could he have shaved...?

Im now driving down a motorway at night. Me and my mum are moving to a new town, or so it would seem.

We're at the new town. Im in a house with two other digimon tamers, both girls. There are bunkbeds, and bunkbaths (like multi - level baths). For some reason I say "You guys are awesome. Better than a bucket of sex!" What? What does that even mean?!? Anyway, we go out into the town, and come to a railway surrounded with trees. It's still night, and I see two small dragons flying down. They appear to be digimon, and one joins me. However, he then seems to communicate with his old tamer, Seto Kaiba ( I've been watching too much YGOTAS rofl ). Seto Kaiba the abruptly kills him. We all swear vengeance and decide to kill him.

Unfortunately, the scene changes once more. I'm in my living room with the battle of five armies boxed set. (Because my dreams involve so much implanted memories, I'll just colour them differently) My dad bought it for me and my brother as a present. I open it up, and everythings already painted. However, the giant mountain that was promised is missing. Instead theres a tiny hillock. I grow annoyed, until I lift it up and reveal a massive snap together mountain underneath XD.

I wake up shortly after and take a while to realise I dont actually have the set

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Apparently someone had decided to do a remake on the Lord of the Rings movies and I watched a few fragments from those on a computer. The main story was still the same, but their length was much shorter and most of the characters were played by new actors (Although, Elrond seemed to be played by the same actor and I thought it was a bit weird that he would want to do almost the same thing once more...). Actually, some of the characters had even been replaced by others. Instead of Arwen there was a woman with long, red hair. I sat there watching the fragments of those movies while at the same time reflecting over those remakes. I was a bit annoyed and perplexed that so many remakes were made nowadays instead of completely new movies. However, at the same time I thought it was going to be very exciting to watch another interpretation of this story.

A bit later I had actually been transported into the world of those movies together with one or two other persons. However, those people were more in the background. In front of me was a wide, open landscape with a few broad paths. There were a large group of elves and humans, dressed in colorful clothes, marching on the path in the middle. I knew where they were going: To the sea to sail away in ships. At this point I started to become half lucid and realized that I could choose another path instead of following theirs. I told the "background people" who were with me this and then branched off to the right instead. However, this path did not go very far but stopped at a shed with a large wooden wheel and some other stuff outside. I then realized that maybe the main path was more interesting after all. I now became a bit more lucid and looked more closely at the marching elves and humans. I noticed that some of them were dressed in rather ridiculous ways, almost like circus performers. I soared above them now, sank towards them, but then soared higher again. I almost felt as if I was teasing them. When looking more closely at their faces I saw that a few of them looked as if they had a bad attitude. I was annoyed by this and thought that elves in those movies were supposed to look pleasant and serene and have a nicer attitude. I therefore grabbed one of the women closest to me and pressed her against the wall, as if to force her to become nicer and happier. This, however, did not work. Instead she seemed to become afraid and angry and was struggling. I believe I woke up shortly after this.

I am watching Lord of the Rings: Return of the King with my brother and my dad. The first scenes I can recall seeing are helicopter shots of hilly, green, swampy landscapes and grey skies. My brother says, "This is boring!" and I respond, "Nah, I don't think so. Its like a more epic version of Planet Earth". There is then a flashback to a scene from The Two Towers when Gandalf and Aragorn are fighting a red and grey, writhing, serpent-like creature in a street of a burning city. This flashback scene makes me want to watch The Two Towers again, but I am still excited to watch the rest of [U]Return of the King[U]. Next, there is a scene in which Jesse Eisenburg (wearing jeans and a t-shirt) is trying to get somewhere to deliver a message in a large pamphlet to the good guys. This message will be crucial in helping them win the war against Sauron. Eisenburg is trying to get to a boardwalk that follows the edge of a cliff that looms over a large lake, but there is a highway and a railroad track between him and the boardwalk. There are a lot of cars traveling down this two-lane highway, so he waits until the right moment and dashes across the highway. There is no train coming, so he immediately crosses the train tracks and steps onto the board walk. This board walk is slightly hanging over the edge of the cliff and is only held by ropes that are connected to the train track. A train comes, and there is something that topples over and out from the cargo car. As it falls, it severs one of the ropes that suspends the boardwalk. The boardwalk falls over the edge of the cliff along with a screaming Eisenburg. However, he grabs ahold of one of the many vines dangling from the cliff and does not fall to his death. He is only holding on with one hand, as he is clutching the pamphlet in the other hand. I think to myself, "I would've dropped the pamphlet if I were him". He crumples the pamphlet up and sticks it in his pocket so that he can hold on to the vine with both hands. He eventually climbs back up the cliff and continues on with his journey.

-Level of Lucidity: 3/10 (I had a faint feeling that the LOTR movie wasn't the way it normally is)
- Feelings while in the dream: 5/10
- Sounds and Scenery: 6/10

I am lost in a dark forest and though I cannot see them, I know there are goblins chasing me. The trees of the forest are huge and look like sequoias except that their bark is grey and white rather than red. I can see the full moon sometimes between the branches of the huge trees but it offers little light to find my way through the forest.

I come to a river that is is not very wide but it is very deep and the water is moving very fast. I am afraid that I will be swept away with the current if I try to swim across. I head downstream, following as close to the river as I can while staying amoungst the trees.

Because of the noise of the fast flowing water, I cannot hear goblins sneaking up behind me. One of them grabs my arm but I shake him off and in a panic I jump into the river. The water carries me fast and far away from the goblins but I have trouble keeping my head above the water and start to drown.

I am almost out of air when someone grabs me around the waist and pulls me to the other side of the river. I cough out all the water I swallowed as the man who saved me pats me gently on the back. When I have calmed down a bit I see that we are in a clearing and with no trees blocking the moonlight I can see the man who saved me.

He looks like Legolas (as played by Orlando Bloom in Peter Jackson's rendition of the Lord of the Rings trilogy), and is dressed in royal silver and blue robes. A silver crown sits on his head and catches the moonlight in such a way that it looks as if there is a glowing halo surrounding his head.

I lay in awe on the ground and look up at him and he just softly smiles at me. I cannot remember any more of this dream.

This dream starts off with me watching Peter Jackson's rendition of the Lord of the Rings movie, the Fellowship of the Rings. Everything seems like it is in virtual reality or 3D and I am viewing the movie from the inside. I can move myself around and view everything from any angle I want but I am invisible to the characters in the film.

The part of the film taking place is when Gandalf is imprisoned atop the Tower of Orthanc in Isengard and he looks over the edge to view the destruction of the trees and the beginning of Saruman's war industry. Everything feels very real like I am really there and watching a real event take place, even though paradoxically it feels as if my body is laying down on a bed.

As the scene progresses a thick fog rolls in enveloping the top of the tower and making it impossible to see the things occuring on the ground below. Gandalf disappears and there is suddenly quiet, and along the edges of the tower's platform many standing easels appear with painting canvases on them, all facing towards the center where I am. At first the canvases are blank but as the fog swirls around them streaks of grey colour slowly start to appear, as if the fog was being imprinted on canvas or if the fog was doing the painting. The images look like rouge renditions of clouds or of the fog itself.

I can feel the fog as it swirls all around and it is cold and damp, like sheets of cold silk being pulled across my skin, and at first I fear that I am being painted on too but when I look down I cannot see my body because it is either not there or invisible.

The scene changes and I am in a painting studio somewhere in Renaissance Italy. It is nighttime and the room is dimly lit by a few candles and is filled with the thick fog from the previous scene. Men of various ages start entering the room from a door on the west side of the room but it is too dark to see there faces. They all sit or stand at canvases around the room and begin painting in the dim candle light despite the thick fog.

A large window on the east side of the room begins to light up as the sun begins to rise and as it does so I can see the men's faces and what they are painting. The men are all famous painters throughout history, from the late medieval period to the late 19th Century and even though they are dressed according to their specific time period, they are all painting pictures of clouds, under the direction of a man dressed in black Renaissance style clothing whom I think is Leonardo daVinci.

I am in awe of all the painters and am entralled to be able to watch them work. As the sun rises further the fog dissipates even more and almost disappears completely. There are all different sorts of clouds being painted: there are thick, dark storm clouds; fluffy white clouds lit by bright sunlight; clouds lit my the moon, and so on. One of the painters is even trying to paint the fog in the room.

The painting they are creating are incredibly beautiful and I remember thinking to myself "I wish I could paint like that." Everything still feels very real and even though I still feel like I am laying down, I can move about the room to get a closer look at some of the paintings. At one point I stretch out my arm and touch one of the canvases and I can feel the wet paint on my fingers, though I cannot see it because my body is still invisible. (Through all of this I still had the sensation that my body was laying on a bed. I know it is contradictory, but I felt I was both laying down and moving around as if free from my body. I don't know really how to explain it.)

The day seems to go by too quickly and the sun begins to fade and the room begins to darken. The fog returns and becomes thick again as the sun goes down. The scene changes yet again and I am now indeed laying on my bed in my apartment and I can see my body. The images of famous painters creating images of clouds in a foggy room is still before my eyes, projected on the far wall of my bedroom as if it were a vision or hallucination.

My room is suddenly full of the clouds they are painting, lit by the setting sun, and I am again entralled by the beauty of it, though my body lays motionless upon my bed as if paralyzed. As the sun sets and the room becomes darker, the painters themselves disappear though the images on the canvases continue as if painted by invisible hands or creating themselves. The beautiful oranges, pinks and purples on the clouds fades to a dull grey and soon I can no longer differentiate the clouds from the fog because it is too dark.


The light fades competely and everything goes black. The dream ends there because I wake up.

I was walking somewhere in some city with my board game club. We had heard of some place where you could show that you had certain board games to get rewarded with some unique candy that you couldn't get elsewhere. After a while we entered a house. It was like one of those apartment block houses as seen in umeå. Next to a door into an apartment was a scanning thing where you were supposed to scan the bar code of the board games. It was only possible to get the candy reward if you scanned a type of game that no one had scanned before. Also, the stock of the candy was not unlimited so we felt that we probably wouldn't get any candy.

We scanned the first game which was a really common one. Despite this, it got approved! Tistou's name was shown on some electric device (spelled wrong, however.) and that meant that he should go behind the counter (yes, a counter had appeared with two girls standing behind it that was working there.). Since there was no way around the counter, he tried to climb over it but the staff complained and showed him a hole in it where he was supposed to crawl. He did.

Next up was another game that we scanned. It also got approval and the screen showed a name. We couldn't see who's name it was because of some disturbance but we guessed it was my name so I crawled inside as well.

In there was a kitchen with some random people in it. They showed me a nearly empty tube of chocolate sauce and a bunch of papers that was lying in the pantry. I did as I was supposed to, which was to grab a sheet of paper, tear a part from it and squeeze out some chocolate sauce onto it. Then I could lick the sauce from the paper. Apparently that was the unique candy, lol. I explored the area a bit and it had a very slacky feel to it. There were only young people there.

Somehow I was in a couch with some random dudes in front of a tv. A movie night was upcoming. On the screen they showed a commercial from a new pirates of the caribbean film that wasn't really a sequel since it had nothing to do with the old characters or plot. I think it seemed to be lame. A discussion started on which movie to watch and I jokingly said "lord of the rings!". One guy was like "Oh, yeah, good idea!!" and pulled forth vinyl discs with all three movies in the trilogy in extended version. The other persons were like "Oh, nooo! That one takes ages to watch! damn!".

Then I don't remember anything more.

This dream is kinda fragmented...

I was at an ice skating rink, setting up a new system for the end-of-year show. This involved a fair amount of sitting around in the lobby. On the rink there was a machine/ride like Firefall, which I knew would malfunction. Something about the Inception trailer.

Then my brother and I were cleaning out our rooms and packing for college. I picked a fight with him over the videos in our little brother's room, thinking he'd taken all the good ones. Turns out he only had a couple crappy ones. I took most of the ones left, including Rudolph and Cars.

I was back at the rink briefly before I somehow ended up trying to sneak past a giant evil ship/base guarded by those wizard dolls from Final Fantasy IX and these creatures that looked like Gollum. I was a robot that resembled R.O.B.. My accomplice looked like a cross between... You know what, screw the links. I'll be here all day at this rate. Anyway. She was a cross between Eve from Wall-E and Volbeat from Pokemon. We tried to swim underwater past the ship silently, but I accidentally made a sound and the alarm went off. The dolls attacked from above. I tried to shoot a laser beam at them but couldn't, and none of their magic was working either. I realized that the eclipse had come (like the one in Avatar: The Last Airbender), so we took the opportunity to get away and hide.

A couple of Gollums and a Gollum family had followed us, trying to escape their evil masters. My friends W and B were also there. W was our leader, and she went over the next day with us, when we would finish our escape. She advised us to drink coffee in the morning, because we would probably be too scared to get much sleep that night and she didn't want anyone falling asleep while we were running away. B was sick, so she just sat in a corner.

Then we were attacked, so we had to kill our dinosaur mount to escape. B slept through the whole thing and was thus left behind. We stopped at a shady trading post, where we tried to sell the dinosaur (which was alive, despite having been killed). "B" (actually a different person) caught up with us and started lecturing us about leaving people behind.