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The government was at war with..I don't remember...italy? At that time, for some reason, the government was moving huge skyscrapers with helicopters. At that time, I was in one of them, so I accidentaly fell off. The building was collapsing, but for some reason when I hit the ground I was alive. I ignored that (lol) and then the building was collapsing behind me. I was stuck in rushing water, and I had to jump between tight bars and debris platforms. This jump was huge, and as I jumped everything wen't in slow motion. Everything got REALLY vivid. Then it went back to normal as I grabbed the bar and the building was so close to crushing me.

After that, I guess the government was switching out newer flatscreens with older TV's. They weren't TV's though, they looked like computers. I dunno.

KEYWORDS:
War
TV's
Skyscrapers
Crushed

An earlier semi-lucid fragment - I'd been riding in a car someone else was driving, they took a turn much too fast and swung wildly into the next lane, and I was thinking to myself with some annoyance about how ridiculous dream driving can be sometimes.

There's two women locked up in a circular stone room with no apparent doors and a ceiling so high it can't be seen, like a well or a small tower. I get the impression they're a couple. They're both blonde, one with darker hair and wearing purple, the other with hair so light it's almost white. Hovering around the one in purple is this sort of little glowing gold ball; she's leaning towards the other one, who's unconscious, but who starts to softly glow when that glowing ball gets close to her. They're rescued by people who break through the wall - an old woman and several people I think of as Hunters who've been doing something with a fountain in the center of the room on the other side of the wall. The old woman looks at the hovering glowing ball and calls to the Hunters. "Got one more for you - two!" she adds when she sees that the unconscious woman is also glowing. As they get both the women free, the woman lifts this fancy white horn and says to the woman in purple, "It's yours." And then she quotes a riddle or poem or something similar that led them to this horn - "With the wit, the way." Wit turns out to have been a pun on wet, something to do with that fountain in the other room, and it's those two women locked up who'd figured it out.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a man trapped inside something like an enormous hourglass, tied to a chair in the bottom half. It's slowly filling with this black liquid. I'm following this from the POV of a man outside the hourglass, watching. This is something like a form of brainwashing - the man in the hourglass is on the other side of some conflict, and a serious threat, and we're turning him to our side. But as a 3rd person observer, I'm aware this is going to backfire; we seriously underestimated how insane that man was to begin with, so making him loyal to us doesn't actually mean he won't still be a threat to us.

Still as that same character who'd been watching the hourglass, I leave the room and go to meet a woman I work with for lunch. But just before we start eating, someone bursts in and stops us - the food's been drugged, something connected to that man I'd left in the hourglass. We leave with that person who burst in, and as we walk he's saying, "We all talk about the war, but does anyone remember what it was about?" We don't. He explains something to do with Skins - the gold or silver markings on our skin that remind the 3rd person observer side of me a little of circuits. Mine are gold, the woman I'm working with has silver; in earlier times, we'd have been on opposite sides of the war. We find this an uncomfortable concept.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm a young man walking around our castle at night with a girl from a visiting family. We're supposed to get married sometime in the next year or so if negotiations keep going well. Neither of us are supposed to be out of bed right now, but we both were sneaking around on our own and happened to meet up. Right now we're hiding behind a door, watching the leaders of our families talking in the next room. I'm thinking that the colors they're wearing make them both look like they're part of the same family; my family's colors are red, gold and black, but right now our patriarch's only wearing black, except for the sword pin at his throat, which I think of as "hardly red at all" - a dark red, nearly black.

There are two women sneaking around a castle at night. They'd been intending to escape and then come back when the vampires are asleep and destroy them, but they've just now realized that the vampires never sleep; and on top of that, they've just realized that one of the vampire women here is the exact same woman written about in Quincey's journal. Reading this journal is the thing that made them realize their hosts were some kind of monsters - they don't know very much about vampires at all except what they've read in this journal. So it's a shock to discover that the women in this castle don't age or die, and the idea that the monster in Quincey's journal still exists makes them feel like they can't win. At some point Ephesia is mentioned, a woman's name, though I can't remember whose. One of them suggests giving up on their plan, since it seems hopeless, and tries to convince herself that becoming one of them wouldn't be so bad.

I was missing all of my fingers on both hands save for my thumb and index finger.

There is a war going on in outer space and I am watching it unfold. The war is over this tiny cube-shaped planet, no more than a few hundred meters across. The planet has a blue and grey marble texture and orbits another, much larger planet similar to mars. Various factions use spaceships to deploy ground units such as tanks and mechs onto the tiny planet to do battle.

I am in some valley or canyon feeling area, inside of some cartoon. There is a villainous snake with a mustache that I am fighting.I become lucid while fighting him and try to use some dream control but most of it seems to fail. Our battle seems to repeat over and over.

I was at my friends house getting armor on, like bomb armor. All of a sudden I was in this trail that I used to go in all the time, and I remember looking at myself in the suit and I was like "damn." But anyways. There were bad guys and I was talking to them, I didn't want to shoot because I wanted everything to be peaceful, then they turned into my friend Darius (dari-queen) and the dream ended.

Somebody is pitching an idea for a children's show to me. The show I think was called "Freedom Riders" and it's set in an alternate World War 2 universe. The show follows four young women who wear these skin-tight red and yellow suits and ride around on motorcycles through this industrial wasteland fighting the show's analog for Nazi Germany. The show makes use of some really cool animation techniques, such as sometimes going for a graphic/poster look in critical scenes. The animation looks like the paper cutouts done in South Park, but the characters look almost anime-esque. The show actually has interesting plots and complex themes, though I question if it is really appropriate for a "Kids Show", as some of the characters swear and there is a lot of blood shown. Whoever is pitching the show to me gets very upset. I tell them that they should simply change their target audience and run the show that way.

I join some astronauts on a moon mission, but end up getting left behind on the moon. But the other astronauts leave me behind. There is some AI that states that I may be able to use the moons' missile system to fly back home by targeting a missile at earth then riding it back. At first I'm like "what missile system" All I see are a couple of supply crates and burnt-out landers, but I spot the missile system amongst them.
Normally, I would like to get to earth more or less, I don't know, ALIVE. But my dreams are not set in any kind of logical universe so I grab onto one of the missiles and the AI fires it.
I Become lucid as we begin flying and lose the dream.

Something to do with this "demon" entering the house. It is a floating talking head with red skin and white eyes. It commands me to make a fire in the houses' fireplace, and run the bath water upstairs. It says I should continuously run between the fire and the water and check on both.
As the monotony of tending to the fire and running the bath water sinks in, I become partially lucid, but wake up before becoming fully lucid.

Sorry this is so long! It would be more detailed but I'm writing this a few hours after it happened

Setting:
My dream was set in WW2. I don't know how I know this apart from the odd mention of bombs. In this place we were not allowed to do dancing (which I am fond of) because we were meant to be serious because of the war. But, there was a secret club which we snuck into to dance and have fun.

Non - lucid:
It started of with me and my friend (I don't know who) running away from the patrol who were searching for people doing something wrong. They were on a motor bike wearing dark sunglasses with dogs beside them. Me and my friend were running away from them as we were dressed in our red dresses which we danced in. We ran until we reached the sort of speed where you can't go any faster but I used the near by cars to push myself to go further. My friend could not catch up but I did not realise. I ran into the corner sweet shop where I lived and dived behind the counter.

The guard people came in looking to see if anyone was there but left. My friend arrived a few moments later and had a go at me for leaving her. My elderly friend Mrs. Dubose who I lived with was sitting in her chair:
'Im coming with you to that dance whether you like it or not!'
She always liked to protect us. I replied,
'You can't, what if a bomb were to drop on us?'
'A bomb is just as likely to drop on this house as it is to drop on the town hall!'
But she agreed to stay.

Lucid:
It was only a short awareness because my cat suddenly jumped on me:
When I hugged Mrs. Dubose goodbye I felt her soft wrinkly skin. I felt like a pillow and I thought she must be at least 100. Then I smelt her and she smelt so nice. She smelt sort of like old people's talcum powder but when I smelt it I though 'is this a dream?' And everything sort of disappeared although I was still holding onto Mrs. Dubose

I woke up I imagined where I last was I took off again

Non - lucid:
We walked to the hatch in our floor and down a flight of stairs, across a corridor, up another flight of stairs and through a door. We were suddenly in the town hall where the dancing took place and it has 15 people in there. Girls dressed in red and boys in suits.

-gap which I can't remember-

We heard people below us and all the dancers went down to investigate. All the towns people were there in one room. The elderly and young including Mrs. Dubose on beds and the rest of the floor. They explained there had been a sudden attack from the enemy. Mrs. Dubose invited her horrible friend over to her bed to share and wrapped her checked blanket around them both.

We heard a loud lady's voice above us:
'I know you're not in your beds. I know there's some people down there. Whoever is there will return to there own beds immediately. I will count down from 5. Go!'

There was a rush of people. I knew we wouldn't make it.
1. There was a jam of people at the door
2. Mrs. Dubose would not be able to run and we would have to assist her
3. Our house/shop was the furthest away

However, I had a plan. The lady in charge had bad eye sight. However, she had very good hearing. If we went back the way we came she would hear the door. But if we went round the side door of our house she would not.

We ran around and let Mrs. D go in front. She went ahead but the lady saw/heard us and stopped us.
'Hello Annie and Jack!'
She was talking to me and my brothers toys and obviously thought they were small children
'Now you hurry back quickly, I'll give you two extra time!'

We ran quickly back to our house. Usually we would all share the same bed even though it wasn't allowed. I went in the bed and Mrs. D and my brother hid in the cupboard. The lady walked in and the bell in the door chimed. She walked swiftly across the room and nodded. And walked back out. My brother let out a deep sigh and thumped out the cupboard loudly. I held my breath as he quickly hid again and the lady walked back in. She opened the cupboard and gasped loudly.

I woke up. Sorry for the length again but it was a very vivid detailed dream.

An elephant is making a request of a king or a god, and saying "I am only a lowly guardsman." As he says this, I see him kneeling on a battlefield, wearing armor.

Next to the elephant, there's a man speaking with a woman from the opposing army, each with their own soldiers behind them. The woman goes by the name or title Amah. She's very beautiful and very prideful, smiling and casually resting her elbow on the shoulder of the man next to her, her servant. This is the second time they're meeting like this. The first time, she made some demand or threat which was fulfilled. This time, her servant announces that she's come to 'kill your wives' or something similar, something about causing the deaths of women at least. He says something flowery about those she's killed in the past, and how the great sympathy she has for these women is the reason she does not permit them to speak her real name. Amah says, "It would murder me. I could not stand it." She's still smiling as she says it.

She suddenly slumps forward and falls to the ground. The man she'd been speaking to has simply whispered her name.

Pizza delivery guy
I am walking towards my house when I notice there's this dude following me. This scares me, and as soon as I reach the edge of my property, I take a sharp turn into the garden. And God forbid, he follows!
I consider my escape routes when he is suddenly too close, next to me. I look at him, and he has fair skin and blonde hair. He turns to me too, with a grin.
"So you're also going this way?" He says to me in a friendly way. At first I am confused, but it fades as I notice the pizza box he's carrying.
"Yes," I think I say "So you're the pizza delivery guy?" We don't ever order pizza, but in my dream I don't question this. Or why he is walking through my yard.
We enter my house. My mother welcomes him and takes the pizza. To my suprise, he follows us into the dining room and grabs himself a small, white plate from a stack on the table. He then proceeds to sit down next to me as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
My family and I start eating the pizza, but the pizza delivery guy still has an empty plate. As I don't think this is polite, I pick of some of the topping of my pizza, 1/4 slice of cucumber and a salad leaf to be precise, and place it in front of him.
"Thank you for serving me." He says gratefully.
"Do you know Simen?" I say (Simen is a friend)
"No."
"You look like him." He seems older than my friend, but he has the same round face and child-like, warm eyes.

This is where my memory ends.

The abandoned post
My friend, Wendy, takes me and another one of my friends, Jenny, into an abandoned war post. The colours in the dream are very dark and grey-ish. There is still a war going on. Dolls are spread out on the floor. Wendy instructs me and Jenny where to hide when the nuclear bombs hit. She tells us leather will protect our skin, but wood will burn. I understand that the people who used to live here are dead - that the only thing that remains of their bodies is the heavy dust I am breathing in.
When we have settled, Wendy tells us that she had a relationship with an officer. She then talks about how one of her ovaries are clogged, and therefore it is very unlikely for her to get pregnant. She calims she is sterile, but I know she's lying, because somehow, I knew she once had an abortion. Then, I begin accusing her of things and promoting safe sex, without realizing the absurdness of the entire situation.
The dream then takes me into the past and I see her great grandmother, who also claims she is unable to have children. The great grandma is flirting with an officer. I then notice the red band around on of the arms of his jacked, and realize what this means..

The dream ends. All names are changed. ..

In the next dream I am accused of theft and vandalism by a person who is ripping off my friend. No reason to go into detail.

Note: Can't help but notice similarity between the War Post-dream and this: Deadly doll - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

I am shown a picture taken by soldiers during the war in Afghanistan. In the picture there's this broken, miserable child's doll. It is a bomb in disguise. On it's blonde hair it is written in blue marker: "WHAT I ..."
"They didn't know it was a bomb at the time the photograph was taken." The girl who is showing me the picture says.
It dawns upon me that the soldiers might be dead. I am wondering/ worrying about this as I wake up.

Dream
Notes

I was in a warzone in a city. We were fighting the enemy with no clear objective. The city was big and it had buildings like that in New York City. The sun was setting and the fire and flames from the battle made the area even more orange. I ended up on a roof and shot someone I then went to shoot another person that was in the building across from me but stopped. I was a women wearing the USMC dress uniform. She had no cap and her hair looked like C Sanchez's hair but I don't think it was her. I knew she was an enemy. She stood over the chest were an ally of mine was and put down some flowers. I knew she was paying tributes to him. She looked at me, waiting to get shot but I dropped my weapon and stood at attention and saluted her. I was wearing the Air Force dress uniform and there was a man behind me to my left. I think he was an ally. I jumped off the room and committed suicide. I was teleported to a street and say an armored van driving by. I jumped on it and tried to hijack it. The drivers, who was a man and a woman, got out and I asked for a ride. After a while, they agreed. I got dropped off at a trailer home where a skinny man and two fat women were. I prepared a sandwich with cheese and lettuce and I think chicken. The man was leaving and I went outside. Alex was there and she hugged me. I knew we were dating and I told her to be careful and we kissed good-bye. The woman in uniform was in a building and she was standing in an office with the window blown off. I committed suicide because I saw compassion in the enemy and didn't want the fighting to continue, hoping others would see and stop fighting.

12.22.14 Saturday

Last night, bed at 11:30 - 6:10am Didn't fall asleep till after midnight.

DR sometimes before 6am
I'm sitting in some kind of a vehicle. We are sitting by the wall, facing sideways, not forward. My mom is by my left side. I see a crew member by my moms left side. He is lighting something in his hand. Then he throws it into the opening on the bench by my moms left hand. It starts the engines and big flames shoot out from the hole. My mom screams in terror. The crewmember says maybe he should have warned us. I say, yeah, he shouldhave.

DR at 6:10am

I'm walking on a very wide street. Lots of people are walking with me, slowly. There is some rubble on both sides of the street. As I look ahead, I see some bombed out tall buildings, with smoke rising from them. People are carrying small suitcases and small bundless of possessions.

I feel like we are in the neighboring country, walking home to our country, after war has ended. But not everybody is walking back. I see a musician on some kind of a raised platform, tinkering with his black and silver electric guitar. I find it strange, but I think they are preparing to celebrate the end of the war.

On my right side, there is a river with slow moving, dirt colored water. Like rivers are in winter. it feels like it's fall or winter. There are some people on the barge, also musicians. And 2 technicians are looking at two floodlights on a tiny platform on the water. They are trying to figure out how to make it all work again after the war, or just making sure it will work properly for the celebrations.

Alice (of Wonderland) kneels down and waits. I can see movement behind her, something approaching, but I can't see it clearly from this angle, it's hidden behind Alice, until it gets close enough to be standing right behind her: a man and a woman, something off about their eyes. I'm aware they're here to take her to (Purgatory or the Underworld, something like that). I can hear music, a tune that reminds me of vaudeville.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Three people from a motorcycle gang, driving down an empty highway surrounded by fields of tall dry yellow grass, passing a billboard where the ad's been scraped off. I can only remember vague fragments of the previous scene, but it had been focused on the leader of these three, and he'd been trying to escape something - fate, his role in life, something like that. The transition to this scene means he's failed to escape. He's thinking something about a murder that happened in the past. There are police ahead of them, waiting for them.

POV switches to those 'police', although they look more like military. Weapons are being distributed, grenade launchers, and one of them exclaims over the model, he's very knowledgeable about it and excited to be using it - he says his father or uncle used this same model in a certain war. Another cop, one who'd been in that war himself, says something sarcastic, along the lines of "Did he? That's nice. Did he bring it home for you to play with?" The cop who'd been excited goes quiet, says "Well, no, but..." The cop who'd been in the war doesn't like hearing it talked about by people who weren't there, feels strongly about those memories being something you should keep apart, not bring home to your family. But he starts talking about it now - he says, "Good war, (he says a year). A single man could've turned the tide by pledging his country to one power or another. And even a warrior likes to hear that."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm in the moon kingdom from PGSM. (One of my lucid goals is to travel to the moon - I suspect that inspired this non-lucid.) Chibiusa's here, she grew up here, and I'm thinking, wait, how can Usagi and Mamoru's daughter be living in this time period?

The scene changes with that thought. In the present, on earth, Mamoru's working as some kind of private security, wearing a suit, standing with other security around a limo that's stopped in the middle of the road, having some kind of confrontation. He's in trouble here, and he's aware Usagi's in trouble elsewhere and he won't be able to reach her to help her. He's holding something small and black, and he's remembering when it was given to him by a man who told him some words to memorize in order to use it, to transform. I'm thinking, the fact that he had to memorize the words indicates that he wasn't Endymion at all, he was simply playing Endymion's role, filling in for him; this was also indicated by the uniform that he transformed into, which resembled Endymion's but was much darker, almost black, unlike the real Endymion's much lighter blue. Now that he's trapped, he passes that black object along to one of the other men working security with him. He starts to tell that man the words he must memorize, but as he starts to say them, the man taking the black object finishes the words himself, he already knows them - indicating that, by chance or rather by fate, that black object has finally been passed on to its real owner. Endymion's true, light, uniform appears on him, and he leaves to find Usagi, flying through the air - which I have an incredibly bad feeling about. The real Endymion isn't necessarily a good person for Usagi to know.

The other people Mamoru was with have left the scene, Mamoru's now kneeling in the street, surrounded by cops with a misunderstanding, and a police detective is holding a sword to Mamoru's throat. One of the cops calls the detective away - there's some order over the radio that means both that they're needed elsewhere and that Mamoru isn't guilty of whatever it was they think he did and should be released. The detective is extremely reluctant to follow this order, he doesn't want to let Mamoru go. The cop relaying the orders from the radio phrases those orders in a way that praises the detective's work up until now and stresses how much he's needed, and finally the detective releases Mamoru and he and the cops all get into their cars and drive off, towards a bridge.

This dream is from the morning of 1/1/2014.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #178: Syrian Reading

I'm walking through a bookstore when I become lucid. I stand there for a moment, letting DCs pass on both sides of me. A short woman with dark, curly hair approaches me. She's oddly dressed, with huge glasses and a flowy, ankle-length skirt. She seems overjoyed to see me, and we make out for a moment.

There’s a sudden transition and now we’re walking together through the bookstore. She tells me that she’s from Syria and that I have to come back with her to Syria and do something there to help her. This is interesting enough, so I follow along as she leads me down an aisle.

As we walk along, I see a series of books scattered around on the floor. They’re all historical fiction novels with a mustachioed Tom Selleck dressed in World War II garb and standing in various dramatic poses. Each one's different and they're all kind of cool. I think about picking one up but let it go so I can stick with the dream plot she's leading me toward.

We make a right turn and she says that “This is the travel section.” She walks a few more feet, pulls a book from the shelf, and hands it to me. It’s another book about war, something about the history of warfare in the west, and it’s by a man named something like “Bernard Franks”.

I think that this can’t be the right book, but she assures me that this “This is the one we need.” I’m confused by this but before I can think too much, she grabs my hand and starts running back down the aisle. We don’t really get anywhere before the dream ends.

Friday: A mountain "full of fog, 'wolves' and 'sheep'", where a woman who'll wind up becoming a historical figure is setting out to show the other side that some of their 'wolves' have deserted and are now helping her guard the 'sheep.'

Today: A guy in space, traveling toward Earth along with many, many other ships in some kind of race, the ship he's in seems made up of many different old parts, pieces are falling off along the way but he seems to have expected that. He's full of rage. There was something to do with lots being drawn, and his younger sister had been one of the winners, which would have meant she was safe and wouldn't have to take her chances in the race with the rest of them, but her parents (from whom he's estranged) had convinced her to give up her slot, that she must live or die and "become ashes" with them, so that they wouldn't be separated in the next life and lose her forever. She told him about this as he was looking over her ship for her, and he found something wrong with it, something that had been sabotaged, that would prevent him from communicating with her after the journey even if they both survived. He fixes it, and is furious.

Still the same storyline - there's a woman somewhere "left behind", the place all the people in the race and the lottery were abandoning. She wakes up with a gun next to her - not hers - and sees someone who says something to her. She, outraged by what he said, says "I don't look like a nice person to you?", and shoots him. Her logic being that if he couldn't recognize a good person when he saw one, he must be a bad person. As she shoots him, her face changes in some subtle way, something to do with her teeth, and I'm aware that in this place, now, people physically change to reflect their actions, and this is part of what the others were escaping from.

A conversation between a man and a woman in a bedroom as she's tying sheets together into a ladder, preparing to escape:
He: "I thought you might have missed it."
She: "Missed what?"
He: "The window."
She: "I can't miss the window. You're my destiny - war."

After an incident with a robot - it appeared human and was programmed to act as a caregiver to a group of four kids, something had gone wrong with it and put the kids in danger. Now someone's complaining to someone else about it - one's in law enforcement, the other's in politics, not sure which one is which. The one listening to the complaint responds, "I believe I oversaw the (something). And (something) to call in some backup." But when she says 'backup', she's not talking about something official. I see an image of two guys, not in any kind of uniform, one's scrawny and one's a little overweight, they have some connection to photography, possibly the press - they're the 'backup' she was referring to.

This is a dream from the morning of 12/15/2013.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #175: The War of Red and Blue

I’m in a building that looks like my new office, sitting next to my friend “Leroy”. He complains that his chair is uncomfortable and moves to a row of tables that’s just behind us. While Leroy goes on and on about how much more comfortable this part of the office is, I notice that Dwight Schrute from The Office is sitting here as well. I know that this is wrong and become lucid.

I walk over to the window and phase out to the street. The roadway looks similar to the one that the android and I saw in the previous dream, but now everything is vivid and quite detailed. It’s night and in the distance I see what looks like a spacecraft. Soon I see more and more ships flying through the sky. Before long they’re shooting at one another!

I take to the sky to get a better view and see that the sky is filled with blue and red ships firing at one another. Each building in the city is also apparently affiliated with either blue or red. You can tell because each window, rather than being simply transparent, glows brightly in either a blue or red.

I fly for a while and at one point a trio of red ships spot me and train their fire on me (just as I worry this will happen.) Fortunately, I shrug it off, feeling nothing more than a slight impact.

Flying higher, I soar over the top of the conflict. It’s just war as far as I can see, blue vs. red. Ships explode and buildings crumble, but from this high up I feel distanced from the whole thing. In spite of all the carnage below, the feeling is almost serene. I fly like this for a while, just observing until the dream ends.