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This time I'm on a vast field, seems like a farm, a girl is riding a pony, attached to some wooden wagon. She's going around an aplpe tree, my view zooms into the girls face, and I notice she's a friend from my childhood. I feel transported to the wagon, I hang right behind it, but my friend haven't noticed. I grip and hold on tighter as she picks up the speed, now my feet are flapping in the air, just like a flag! The pressure in my hands are building so much that I feel an uncomftable pain, in the center of the palm, I let go one of my hands, just to see what's causing the pain. (To my surprise Im still holding an amethyst pendulum, that I wrapped around my fingers, before drifting to deep sleep!) I look at my hand, and it looks purple/blue! I'm dreaming! I immediately let go my other hand and get left behind with the wind.

I have landed in a small western village, to the distance I see I sign, apparently they're giving away some used items. I feel transported towards the sign and it has chaged to some other kind of advertaisment, I decide to take another glance at my hands and a quick rubbing. I go in the shop, and I don't see anybody at first, I look to my right, and two cowboys are aproaching towards me. They're holding two black frames, in both of them I see two naked cowboys, just wearing a brown hat, a big belt with shiny buckles and decorations, around their waste, and the typical cowboy boots. One of them says with an accent: "doh ya' wunt hem?" I say: "sure!" (thinking I could use them to frame my own artworks).
The other man asks: "are ya' from tha city?". I say: "no, but I live near the woods". He asks again: " do ya' know how to milk a cow?" (The instant click for the TOTM!!). I say: "no, but I bet I can milk one of ya'll hats!, this time I spin around to stabilize the dream, and when I slow down I ask one of the man: " may I have your hat?" he says: " well let's see what ya' can do!", then he hands me the brown hat.
I grabbed the hat by each end and start twisting it slowly, as it gets tighter and tighter, the hat starts to shrink. (I think I'm screwed, because that's not how someone would usually milk a cow!), so I turned the hat vertically and I started doing a pulling down motion, slowly, from the bottom end.

The hat is now looking more like a piping pastry bag, two silky drops coming down towards the floor! it works!, the man are just staring at it. I kneeled down, and I smell some honey with a hint of onion. (shit it must be the sweat of his forehad, I think) I dip my finger in it, and then tasted it, and as I tought, sweet and salty...I spitted out, and goes right on the man's boot, he reacts by saying: "dem boya' got lot'all boooaaalls!. I feel a punch coming, and I douge it. I try to run as fast as I can but I get tangled in one of the frames, one of the man grabs my shirt and shreds it off.. I drop to the floor and crawl under a counter, covered by some fabric, then I 'm looking at an uneven board, I see is a compartment on the floor, I opened quickly and go in some secret staircase. Now is pitch black, and I can feel my WL body, so I remain ralaxed. Then my body starts shaking..! (it's my youngest son Gabriel, rocking me back and fort, because he needs my company by his bed..so I go with him.

Spoiler for amethyst pendulum :

First dream - fragment

I was at a school disco. There was a blonde girl that wanted to dance with me, but being a horrible dancer I refused, and slightly pushed her back when she was still insisting on. I went to the other room, and stood there for a while. I went back after a while, and met a friend. There were classmates in there too. I saw a second frined, he was dancing like he had an attack. Classmates laughed from him.

Second dream

I was a pirate. With crew we stopped the boat close to the shore, and went on to steal something. I went off alone and met a girl and two other pirates, standing upon digged out holes. The treasure was stolen. Pirates run for a van, as the stolen treasure were transported out with trucks.

With the girl, we ran to closest vechicle - a wagon pulled by two horses. We drove, while a disco music played in the background. First I tried to learn how to steer it, and managed to steer them in the right way. We drove through the outskirts of city, and to the city centre.

When steering, I somehow managed to tangle the reins. We crashed in with a car, and escaped. In need of a quick vechicle, we tried to steal a motorbike, to no success. Angered, I ran to police vechicle and stolen it. We drove to some kind of canals.

We waited for the right moment, and when truck appeared, we drove with a high speed. I shouted Carmageddon! when close to crashing with the truck, but I missed. We waited again, and when we were close to the truck, I jumped inside it's cabin. I fought with the driver.

Suddenly he flewn out of the truck with jetpack. I was trying to hold on, but he punched me in my face. Instead of falling down, the driver tied me to the jetpack, and jumped out. I somehow found out how to control it, but I crashed. Nothing happened to me. I went back to the girl in police vechicle, but couldn't find her.

After a while I saw a "Mission unsuccessfull" text that appeared, and my view changed to third perso. I was a CJ from GTA SA, running around the canal.

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(...) With some friends, we're invited to enter a fabulous property of a colleague. with an old palace-house and abandoned gardens around. He explains this house belonged to a writer who created a novel like "Alice in Wonderland" and argued it was based on real experiences he had on the property. He describes to us the world that guy wrote about and it sounds awfully a lot with my plunging into the dream worlds and lucid dreaming experiences. So I do believe the guy really lived those things. And then I become lucid.
Then our friend reveals that he had also encountered the actual place where the writer said was the passage to this other world. He takes us there and it is a stone paved patio, with columns around and when he touches something, the columns move and create this strange effect on the air, like a mirrored surface and we realize a portal is opened. A giant spider pulling a wagon appears, covered in ants on her back. The ants move to the ground and open a kind of hatch on the back of the spider, where they insert a hose. They are pumping organic matter to serve as food to the spider, just like fuel to a car. Then they close the hatch and hop on the spider again. We're invited to sit on the wagon and off we go through the portal. We pass by the most incredible landscapes and I try to absorb everything I see, but it's just too much. I can only recall a town where people were pink bunnies in suits and then as we approached what seemed like a worm hole, the landscape became completely geometric and abstract, like a patchwork, moving rapidly around us. We get sucked into a funel made of this patchwork and start free-falling. The others are freaking out, but I enjoy every minute of it.
When it stops, we are back to the starting point, or so it seems. It is again the old palace, but I notice it has some differences. It is quiet as if time didn't pass over here. There is an eerie golden light all around. I enter a room whose walls are covered in beautiful and varied pieces of arts and crafts, from pottery, to fine ceramics, to glass and iron, to paintings. They are so different, yet form a very harmonious ensemble. I try to memorize every detail, but the one thing that strikes me, is a bege colored painting of what seems to be Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus, but in which Mary and Joseph are grey aliens and baby Jesus is a radiant disk, which leaves me wondering if it is a sun or a flying saucer.
We go outside and the golden light is shining over the trees, so beautifully. We head for the nearest town and I feel a bit disappointed because it looks pretty normal. It's like a 50's town with futuristic touch, but very chaotic and messy. The only thing I find appealing it is a public transportation system similar to a monorail, but with individual bumping cars in which people hop-in. I wake up...

There was the princess and she sent me and a few other people on mission of some kind, when we were back the place(a building of some kind) apparently was captured by enemies, half of the people went to think up the way to get in silent way, while the other half got to prepare weapons and break in after. I was in 'weapons' group.
I don't remember much what happened between, but now i and two more people were in some room that was made from ice, there was grate in the floor so we could see room below, there was wagon coming that was driven by some humanoid lions. In a bit i noticed that those are not humanoid lions, but the stealth group was apparently somehow carrying live lions of them and hiding in the wagon in a way that it looked like it was piloted by humanoid lions(how the...).
After that one of group that i was in noticed some weird mechanic thing in a wall, dunno why but we decided to destroy it. We were using some kind of grenades that more looked like lumps of coal or something, also i had a few of yellow glowing grenades. One of people who were in group used some magic potion to set up station that increased damage that our grenades dealt, the 'station' looked like some yellow substance splashed on some random ice formation that was coming out of the floor. Touching it made yellow substance stick to my hands, and after that grenades that i threw indeed became more powerful. The mechanical thing had way too much hp, so i decided to use the yellow glowing grenades, explosions from them were amazing and huge, but the mechanical thing was still there. Dream ended shortly after that.

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Dreaming about huge floods in Lisbon and a post-catastrophe scenario. There are no public transports or communications. No trains are circulating and there are guys offering rides to the north in very basic horse wagons outside the Santa Apolónia station. 20 people are sitting on a wagon which has no cover and no seats, but it's the only way to go back home or to go look for family members far away.

A sequence of FAs. I wake up in my bed, I look at my bedroom door, all is so quiet. I doubt that I am really awake. I wake up again in my bed, I look at the door, my dad is calling for me, asking if I'm awake. Once again I doubt this is real, so I wake up again and there really isn't anybody and everything is quiet but I still have he feeling that I'm still dreaming. I'm confused, I decide to dream something else to get out of this circle.

It seems that my dad (who sleeped over) did peak at my door to see if I was awake, but it was no different from the dreams in which there was nobody at the door. The two realities felt exactly the same, none more real than the other.

Alright...Writing this halfway through the day, but I can recall just as much as I did 5 minutes after waking.

Demon Dog
This dog comes in our house, on a leash, from someone..I only saw that hand that gave the leash to me. It is apparently an artifact from the show Warehouse 13, I get some story of how it used to belong to this old dead guy(lol, inside joke about my pastor), so I grab the leash, and close the door. This dog was medium to large size, pitbull looking face, all black, but looked pretty nice. However, it went mean whenever you did something..forget what. I think it was either pride, or lying. Anyway, I screwed up, and the dog bit me as hard as it could, four to five times in the arm, leaving me in serious pain, then it calmed back down, and was happy again. I bring it to my mom's room, she screws up, then the dog goes after her. I, remembering the pain grab the dog by the collar, hold it back, then that dream ends as far as I am aware.

Wagon Bible Study
I am on this wagon(kind of like a school bus with no roof, hard to explain), and the guy in front is talking about something from the Bible, I am listening intently, and very interested in what is going on, we go around a corner to a rich neighborhood, and as I am listening, I see this mountain, with orange things on it. I first assume it is like prisoners up there for some reason(like in bright orange jumpsuits, you know?), but I look closer, and it is like a bunch of orange flags..I turn my attention back to the road we are on, and I see one person checking their mail, and another who was raking their lawn, we stop here, and the guy keeps talking, meanwhile both the people outside are listening to us. I remember having a short conversation with the man raking leaves, but I don't remember what any of the conversations were. I think there was more to this dream, but I cannot remember.

Two dreams recalled, two nights in a row! Pretty cool, but no lucids yet, and both feel like fragments. The Wagon dream seems like it had a level of vivid-ness to it, specially the mountain. I also believe the fact that the person was talking about the bible may have something to do with the amazing conversation I listened to last night with a person who thought he was a real Christian-ly person, but was living so in the world, and someone answering questions about it, guiding him to what really matters. My recall seems to be getting better!

I was in a gold mine like tunnel underground with some "DC friends." All around were roots and beams. Along the right side was a really long shelf with logs. In front of me was a (horseless and engine-less) wagon which the DCs got into. We were after some creature and we needed to move fast. The wagon was log powered so naturally I needed to run behind it grabbing and throwing logs as I went. On top of that I had to grab the correct log at the right time, which wasn't easy because they all looked alike. (They felt spiritually different) The wagon was going faster and faster and a few logs came really close to hitting the DCs in the head. I was having trouble keeping up when we finally came to the end of the tunnel.

Just outside the tunnel were two dead creatures that looked allot like raptors. All the colors outside were extremely vibrant and the scenery was forest/jungle like. I asked "What do we do if plan slightly failed" DCs felt like strangers at this point but still friendly. One grabbed a dead raptors tail and thew it into a nearby ravine almost simultaneously another DC throws the other raptor. The throwing happened lightning fast. I wasn't lucid but I think I was beginning to suspect something (because of the raptors go figure)

Dream #1: I was Clint Eastwood in the old west, and I was an outlaw. I was being taken to prison by wagon. There were numerous men, at least six, well armed to ensure I wouldn't break free. Along a dusty trail my wagon hit a large rock and overturned. The deputy assigned to sit with me was knocked unconsciousness and I manged to get my arms free and take both of his guns.

I made a break for it while the other men were confused. I ran about a quarter of a mile to a large ranch property and soon I was being pursued and shot at. The details get a bit fuzzy at this point, but I began a fairly long series of gun fights with law enforcement. I remember clearly I was using two guns blazing style, and like the old westerns, I never had to reload. I could see my bullets too. They were like tracer rounds and I remember seeing them hit men - blood would erupt - and they would fall.

When I killed one, a white ghost would appear briefly along side of me.

This wasn't alarming, and the ghost would fade out shortly as I moved around to fight another man. When I finally killed the last man, I took to be the sheriff himself, his ghost appeared along side of me and this one spoke to me. The ghosts looked strange. They had a glowing white humanoid form, but their faces were long and formed something like a small elephant trunk. The eyes were large and black. (Nearest thing I can find on the web, although these were all white and not dressed, is the white Spy vs. Spy.)

The sheriff's ghost explained to me that he needed to follow me a ways to a special point that would allow him to cross to the other side. He was not angry with me he noted, and actually welcomed being "freed from his body." I agreed, and I made my way back up the hill to the road the wagon had overturned on.

The specter followed with me the whole way and spoke in a calm friendly tone. We traveled down the path a bit further and came to a hill with a bright beam of sunlight. He said, "Here is where I can crossover." With that remark, he walked into the light and vanished. -Then I woke up.


Dream #2: I was sitting in my living room on the floor. My (passed away) grandfather entered the room and sat down in the big chair. I proceeded to tell him about my Clint Eastwood dream above. I thought it was based on a movie he had done "100-years ago" and my Grandfather just smiled. I said "Well not 100-years ago, but an old western he did placed in that time." My grandfather looked extremely real and friendly. He listened to me explain the whole dream with great interest.

Note: So Dream #2 was a dream in which I explained another dream to a DC. I had been thinking about my Grandfather earlier in the evening and he was a huge fan of westerns which we often watched together when i was young.