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I had a dream last night was I was visiting some big city. I do not know what city it was, but it seemed to have landmarks from many big cities I have been in.

At the start of the dream, I was walking on an elevated trail that was like the High Line in New York. As I walked on it, I saw landmarks from many different US Cities. It seem like each time I would look in a different direction, I would see a scene that would make me think it was is a different US city.

After I had walked for a while, I came to a tall glass and steel building that was shaped like a pagoda where the elevated trail converged with other elevated trail and they were all like spokes going out from the pagoda.

I find out the pagoda is a museum and I decide to visit it. I walk around and fine an entrance into it, but a security guard standing by the door tells me that is the exit and points me towards a staircase and tells me I need to go down two levels to get to the entrance. I walk down two levels and then around the building like he told me, but then see there is a line stretching as far as I can see with people waiting to get in the museum. I decide I am not in a mood to wait and I will try coming back another day. I find another staircase and take it back up to the elevated trail I was walking on earlier.

When I get to the trail, I walk around the pagoda and try to figure out which direction I need to go. I walk around the outside of the pagoda a few times trying to remember which of the trails I took. I eventually see a sign pointing the trail to take to get to a mall, and I take that trail since I know my hotel is connected to a mall.

I walk for a while longer and then finally see the mall in the distance. When I get to the mall, there is a narrow black steel bridge with really low railings that connects the trail to the mall. I take my time walking on the bridge because I am worried about slipping and falling off of it. Although the bridge is wide enough for 2 or 3 people to walk on, it feels like I am walking on a tightrope and I am trying to be extra careful so I don’t loose my balance and fall off.

Eventually, I get to the end of the bridge and am in the mall. I find a mall directory and look at it to try to fine my hotel. I find a three hotels on the directory that are connected to this mall, but none are the Westin where I am staying. I see a mall security guard and ask him where the Westin Hotel is because I cannot find it on the directory. He starts laughing and the loudly announces that this is the Downtown Plaza Mall and the Westin is at the Uptown Plaza Mall. He laughs that I must have gotten really turned around and tells me it is about a 5-6 mile walk to get to the Uptown Plaza Mall where the Westin is.

As I walk away from him, a girl who looks to be in her late teens or early twenties approaches me. I am afraid she is going to ask me for money because she looks like she could be homeless with matted blonde hair and torn jeans. She says she overhead that I am trying to get to Uptown Plaza Mall and told me she and her mom are going there once they find their car, and they can give me a ride if I will help her look for the car. Before I have a chance to say yes or no, she calls her mom and tells her she has found a man who will help find the car if they give me a ride to Uptown Plaza. The girl then looks at the directory to try to figure out where they parked the car. In looking at the directory, I notice there are several different garages attached to this mall and the girl doesn’t have a clue which one they parked in. She says she and her mom are just checking all the garages until they find the car. She isn’t even sure which garages her mom is checking and which she is supposed to check.

We go to the closest garage and walk though all of the levels checking every parking spot, but the girl doesn’t see the car in any spaces. We go back into the mall and then find the next closest parking deck and walk though it. When we are on the 6th level, the girl gets really excited and says she has found the car. She then calls her mom and tells her she has found the car on the 6th level on the purple garage. She tells her mom where to find the car when she gets to that level and then says see you soon and hangs up the phone. She then leads me to a rusted tan 1970’s two door Oldsmobile with a cracked vinyl top which is covered with bumper stickers for different progressive causes. When we get to the car, I notice it is full of junk with just spots for the girl and her mother to sit. While the girl is trying to clear a spot for me by tossing stuff in the middle of the front seat to the back seat, I tell her that for the ride, but I can just walk so she doesn’t have to go through all of this trouble of making a spot for me in the car. She gets really offended and takes a break from cleaning out a space to ask if I am embarrassed to ride in the car. I tell her no, that I just hate for her to go through all of this trouble. She says it is no trouble and then goes back to cleaning junk of the tan vinyl bench seat.

When she finally has the front seat clean, she tells me to get in and points to the middle seat. She says she wants her mom to get to talk to me some and that she knows her mom will like me. I get in the car and scoot over to the middle seat and then she gets in the passenger seat and closes the door.

We then sit and wait in the car for a really long time for her mom. She call once and has gone to the wrong garage. We wait a while longer and then her mom calls again and again cannot find the car because she has gone to the wrong garage. After another long wait, her phone rings again and again her mom has gone to the wrong garage. This time the girl gets out of the car and I can hear her giving her mom landmarks to help her find the right garage. While the girl is out talking to her mom, I decide we are never leaving the garage and decide to go back to the mall and get an uber back to my hotel. When the girl gets off the phone, I tell her and she gets really offended and again thinks I am embarrassed to ride in their car and promises her mom will be to the car soon. I reluctantly get back into the middle seat and wait in the car with the girl. Her phone rings again, and I hear her tell her mom we are on the 6th level of the purple garage, not the green garage. We wait a while longer and then her phone rings again and I hear her tell her mom we are on the 6th level, not the 5th level. She tells me here mom is in the right garage and should be here any minute.

Soon a big disheveled woman with bleach blonde hair is opening the driver side door and sitting down in the driver seat. At first she seems oblivious that I am sitting next to her in the car and keeps ranting to her daughter about how hard it was to find the car. When she finally stops ranting, her daughter introduces her to me and reminder her they are giving me a ride to the Westin. I can tell this woman is bat shit crazy based on our brief conversation.

Eventually, the woman puts the key in the ignition and tries to start the car. After several cranks, I ask if the car is going to start and she tells me not to worry that it is always a process getting the car to start. While the woman keeps pumping the accelerator and turning the key without any success, I whisper to the daughter that I will just take an uber and ask her to let me out. She again gets really offended and tells me her mom will get the car started but it can take a while sometimes.

While I continue to sit between them while the mother keeps pumping on the accelerator and turning the key, I see her look down at my feet and then loudly tell me that she thinks I stepped in shit. I ask her or the daughter to let me out to clean my shoe, but they both tell me I can just clean it when I get there that they are not worried about their car being clean and that she wants to be able to go as soon as the car starts. I didn’t seem to bother either of them that I was sitting between them with shit on my shoe an I was stuck just sitting there with the shit on my shoe.

I work up from this dream still sitting between the woman and her daughter in the front seat of their old car in the parking deck and the woman trying to start the car but having no luck. I kind of felt like I was in the Sinefeld parking garage episode at the end of the dream because the car was hard to find and then wouldn’t start.

Point Leo's Oversized Creatures
I'm at a beach surfing and I think it's similar to point Leo. There's quite a few people at the spot. I don't feel very comfortable surfing. I see one guy catch a smallish wave in an odd way. He's board is flipped side ways and he's locked his legs on both sides of his board. It was a blue board and pretty big.
As I get out I can see that the waves have gotten bigger and more disfigured. The water looks pretty clear to the point where I can see a huge dolphin coming towards the surface. I think Toledo was surfing and someone fully dropped in on him. In a way it was lucky because there was a huge shark that popped it's head out. The shark and dolphin were unrealistic in size. They were the size of a few whales combined.

Someone tells me that the Sharks come around this time for a feed.

Later on I come back down to the water and notice another area for surfing. It's extremely flat with people out there. It's in a area that has a man made entry point made of concrete. It's not the biggest gap either. I see the tide moving back in because there's a lot of white wash coming through with surfers on it. On either side of the water was food restaurants, it looks pretty crazy.
As the water gets closer, I start to think I should move due to getting washed away. I think I had something in my hands also.

Could Have Been Your Brother In Law
I'm in Daryl's old house, sitting in the lounge. A younger guy that I'm friends with in the dream is on the computer. I see some photos that he's flicking through. One of the photos was of his sister Natasha. I tell him that I could have been his brother in law. I had to corrected myself, because I was going to say brother. He doesn't know what I'm talking about. I tell him I used to date his sister. He calls her up and tells his sister something about me. By the sounds of things, she seems a bit keen and is willing to give me a chance. She tells him that I could get a job at a certain place. He hands me phone but I feel put on the spot and don't know what to say. I'm silent and hand the phone back, whispering quietly, hoping Natasha would think maybe I wasn't around. The guy finds this humorous.

I'm now in a place that is like a nursing home. At some point something happens where I tell my wife I'm not getting my health checked today. I think we're an old couple. I have a bit of poo on a spoon. I think it was going to be tested to see if I still have cancer. I flush it down the toilet. I don't have cancer anymore.

I'm myself again and I'm with someone. The guy I'm with walks up to a closed door that had Jon Jones inside. The guy jokes and says it's Chael Sonnen to Jon Jones. Jon doesn't answer the door, but I think I could hear movement inside. Not too long I do the same thing. I accidentally say it's Chael Sonnon, instead of my own name. I hear movement again and quickly get away before he answers it. I wouldn't have felt too good explaining why I said it was Chael at the door.

I'm in my street and I walk up to a car with people I know. The car is like olden style. Maybe 80's. The driver was the Asian from Harold and Kumor the movie, and one of the passengers was Gunnar Nelson.

.../I'm staring at a sequence of lightnings which sometimes fall close to where I am. There's nobody else there. The sky is densely clouded and some of the lightnings are beautiful. The thunder happens immediately after the flash light and I can hear details in the sound that gives me the creeps because of it's weirdness. I'm a little bit afraid of it could fall one on me, but I stay still and continue to watch the spectacle/...

.../I'm driving an old 70's car like this one here:

The model corresponds to an uncle's car which he had when I was a little kid. I'm trying to park it to deliver something early in the morning in some of the streets of my job but it's hard to control and it tends to slide forwards or backwards for more that I hardly press the break pedal. It's like the street has a slight slope and the car tends to back out. I'm worried to crash it against other cars in the street, but hopefully I got to stop it before it happens, to start again to move it. Once I try to drive it forwards but I excessively accelerate it because it tends to turn off, then and make a big noise with the screeching wheels. The street is empty but I think perhaps it could wake up the neighbors. Sometimes I have to pedal it as a bike to make it start moving. Finally I got to properly park it and stop it by switching it to first gear while it's still moving backwards. Then I apply the hand break and realize how stupid I was to forget this basic thing, although in general I feel relieved because of I didn't crash it/...

I was driving down a dirt road in a forest. It was a very old forest, with very thick vegetation.

I was not just driving any car: I was driving a old three wheeled racing car. It was red and shiny, I had taken real good care of it.

As I was driving I saw a woman walking along the road. I thought "who the hell walks here in the middle of nowhere..." But then I realised it was no ordinary woman, it was the queen herself! I was really confused at that point of why she was in the forest, but I stopped and talked to her.

I don't remember the exact conversation, but she was very interested in my car. She was apparently a car collector herself and owned a car just like mine. I think we agreed to race each other later.

After that I went to a house that I apparently had bought from the queen (I suppose during that conversation?) and made myself comfortable. It was already furnished so I could move in right away. It was really big, felt like a small mansion. I only got to see the living room and kitchen before I woke up, but at least they were really big. After a while some of my friends came visiting.

I grab the fries from the sill. Outside was Denny in an old junker car. There were two to three teenage girls with him in the car. He scolded me for taking food that was not mine. The girls offer me a cigarette and they were also smoking weed and Denny did not seem to mind.

I may have been in the house of the “sanguine” but I am not aware of them, or afraid of them for that matter. There are three older girls and one young black girl with chubby cheeks, a pot belly and an oversized living room chair. She was talking to me about her self confidence and that she wasn't afraid to be fonfident when she talked to me. She seems more like she is chanting some sort of self-affirmation or chant, trying to convince herself. As she was speaking, her hands were holding up her torso and neck via the armrests. She was rotating her body counterclockwise almost every two seconds.

Italic Text = Personal Thoughts
Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment
Light Purple Text = Partially Lucid Segment
Purple Text = Lucid Segment

As expected, my dry spell finally broke when most unexpected. I went to bed late last night and was worried about dream recall, let alone lucidity. I woke up for my WBTB and remembered no dreams but shortly after I tried to go back to sleep I was disturbed by my Dad. Apparently we had a power cut and he wanted me to call the power company to find out when it was back on. This resulted in a much longer WBTB than I usually have (About 30-40 minutes, as apposed to my 10-15 minute normal ones). I went back to sleep after a lot of rolling around trying to relax after waking myself up so much and the following dream occurred.

I was in a supermarket of some kind queuing up with my mother when we bumped into my aunt, my sister and my niece. We all decide to go for a picnic and as we're heading to the park my niece picks up a blade of grass, attempting to perform a grass whistle but doesn't seem to be succeeding. I laugh and figure I'd show her how to do it later on.

We get to the park and we set up on this picnic bench. My sister pulls out these cards and wants to try this game with me. I'm not entirely sure what happened with the first game, she had some Pokemon drawn on these cards and it was something about matching their colours to country flags. Really confusing.

The second game was much more interesting. The cards now had moving images on them of old 1950s style streets, with retro cars driving around them and the game was to count all of the cars in the scene. At some point I just became part of the scene, I was no longer looking at the cards and watching it, I was walking around the streets myself. I then noticed on the side of the road a lime-coloured extremely modern car which first prompted my awareness.

As I continue walking I enter a sort of layer zero mindset, somewhat knowing what I'm experiencing wasn't waking reality but not fully lucid yet. I'm heading down this street and keep trying to pull my awareness forward, it's really hard to describe, almost like flicking switches in my brain to become lucid.

I finally reach a point of awareness where I know I'm dreaming. Everything looks amazing, the wind against my skin and the vividness of the trees around me. I even notice the warmth of the sun and how it makes me squint as I walk into it.

At this point I remember to reality check, just to stabilise myself more into the dream state. Something I've been forgetting to do in any lucid experiences recently which have resulted in them quickly dying out or fading back into non-lucidity. I lift my hands and my fingers had their normal odd lengths so I knew I was dreaming. I got really exciting, finally I was lucid again!

I decided to stray away from the path of the dream and phase myself through this hedge on the side of the road that I'm standing on. I enter somebody's yard, it's huge and inside the house I see a man cooking dinner but decide to ignore him. As I'm walking down the side of this house, tracing the grey cobbled wall, I remember that I wanted to summon a dream character. I also remember that the best way to do this would be passively.

I come to near the end of the wall that I'm tracing and I say to myself "When I get around this corner, my mum will be standing there." for some reason at this point I look down to the ground and the wall seems to extend further beyond its original point, my subconscious obviously toying with me. I pay more focus to this wall and finally reach the end.

I turn the corner and I'm disappointed, nobody was standing there! I'm about to walk back behind the wall to try again when I see a character running towards me from a distance. I recognise that it's my mum immediately, although, she looks about 6 or 7 years old and tagging along behind her is her twin sister and my aunt. I'm completely baffled at my subconscious power to do this without me even suggesting it or having anything to prompt it!

They're running around me laughing and I can't help but laugh with them. The hilarity of meeting my mother as a child was just too much. I go to sit down with them on a bench and again am insanely glad that I'm finally lucid!

I start thinking about where I fell asleep, for some reason while lucid I thought I fell asleep in the park from my non-lucid segment before this DILD. I was going to wake up and not have my dream journal to write the lucid down in! Thinking about waking must have shocked my subconscious because the dream sort of "jumped", as if it briefly zoomed in and then zoomed back out rapidly before fading to black and the dream ended. I didn't have any time to stop it.

I fade back into waking life, and at first I'm somewhat confused that I'm in my bedroom considering I thought I was in a park in my lucid. I jump up and immediately write down my lucid in my dream journal, ecstatic that my dry spell was broken.

I was with this unimportant person at this nice looking old house. It was surrounded by a bunch of dark green trees and an aging path led from the house to the road. It was night and normally I am pretty nervous to be outside during this time. However, there was a sort of comfort about the cool night air and the darkness seemed welcoming, rather than encompassing and frightening.
The unimportant person, I suppose we'll call her Wendy, needed to go somewhere. I had nothing better to do, so I followed her. I honestly don't think the girl noticed I was there. She and I walked over to her really old car and she got in. It was one of those snug black cars from the fifties. I thought about getting in, but I decided to just hitch a ride on the car's roof.
My reasoning?
"She won't be going fast down this road."
As I'm looking at the moon and all the pretty trees, I smile and think,"This is wonderful. It's like a dream..."
Then, I realize that it is a dream. I'm quite pleased and don't let myself get excited, for fear that I'll wake up. I remember reading dream stabilization tips on this website and others, and try to use them. However...
"Clarity now!"
Same blurriness.
I pause for a moment, then say it again. Same thing happens.
"I said CLARITY NOW."
My sharp and commanding voice did little if nothing to help.
However...
"...HD Vision now!"
Poof! Everything was nice and clear. I suppose I could have gotten off the car, but I was enjoying myself. So, I issued a few commands.
"I'd like her to turn down this road, left, up a ways."
The car went the way I wanted.
"This scenery is really nice, but I want it to be dusk instead."
Then, it was dusk. I stopped after that because I didn't care.
The End

*(I woke up laughing)... Marek, Martin and I are going to Prague to Botanical gardens. There is also Lukas Vrchovsky. Some woman comes to me and some gay man comes to Marek. Marek is farting all the time, long and loud farts. Then Marek gets txt message from internet banking services (???) that the keys he lost were found. As we go through the botanical gardens, Marek and Martin take shoots of various plants with intention to grow them at home. Marek is still farting out of joy that his keys were found. Then two Marek’s friends come. I think that one of them is Tomas Makara. They go down the stairs (????) and when they come to the room, they say “what the fuck”. (LOL)
** I am in a room now. There is some wooden balcony or walk around there. I have to climb up on it, but when I want to go down but I find some wire there. (???) There are some people under the balcony and they are talking about me. I can hear them saying how smart I am, that I just look in the sky and can see Proxima Centauri (!!!!!!!!!!!!). And how much knowledge I have. I tell them that it’s finding Ministry of Sound in London. (LOOOL I am not sure what logic is in this). Then the balcony seems to fall down soon, so I jump down.
***I am in the basement of some school. There are some other people, guys and girls. I go to the toilet and I notice that some girl is following me. I see some guy at the toilet. As soon as he sees me he puts on yellow rubber glows and takes a mop and starts mopping the floor. I feel he realises that this is his job, cleaning toilets. I also feel that the girl is feeling sorry for him a bit. Then some person shouts that they need more paper.
****I jump in the lift with some other people. But the lift is already pretty full so we are all squashed there that it’s impossible to press the button. So we go all the way to the basement.
*****I can see some old man and a young guy arguing about a car. It’s a very old car. They argue about how much it was. The young wants to know how much it was, but the older doesn’t want to tell him. But the young one is fairly stupid so it wasn’t difficult for the old one to fool him. The young one apologises at the end.

totally dont remember this one. my recall has been crap lately because ive been waking up with an alarm. im gonna try and add more time to the first alarm, so i can hopefully remember more. all i remember of this dream is being outside, im with a girl and a boy, we were talking about their mom, how mean she is. we were planning to do something, like sneak out or run away or something. i had this confetti looking stuff in my hands, i had spilled it on the ground and was picking it up. then suddenly their mom came out and we all stopped moving, hoping she wouldn't see us. she didn't and got into this car that looked like the model-T. she drove past and didn't see us. i also remember being in a similar car, with my two companions, i was facing backwards, like in a limo.