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A very profound dream, but unfortunately another "non-lucid lucid".

It all started quite normally. My character was in a prison cell behind bars. It all had a somewhat medieval feel to it. The place was NOT on ground level, it as at least several floors up in a fairly high building in the city. In the hallway there was a lot of commotion. A fight of some kind. During the chaos, the barred cell doors opened, allowing us to escape. I vaguely remember a small crossbow? There was so much more to this dream that I forgot.

I somehow got out of the building on ground level, and found myself in the city. It was night, and it was raining. Fortunately all the cars, buildings, street lights and colorful shops lit up the place quite well. I ran, and jumped to take off. I somewhat floated, then transitioned into flight. I was afraid it wouldn't work for a second. I flew through the city rather aimlessly. I was wearing my long, black leather coat and I notice how badass it looked during flight. I was trying to show off to someone on the ground. They didn't look at all surprised to see someone fly. I somehow KNEW this was because they were DC's, yet I wasn't lucid. I kept flying until I caught a glimpse of another person flying at a lower altitude below me. He was dressed just like me. I followed him and landed next to him (actually, I think we were bot hanging on to the side of a building). I immediately saw that he was me. I somehow understood that he was the manifestation of my subconscious, the ultimate dream guide. I said that he didn't look as ugly as I thought, and that this conversation wasn't as awkward as I had expected (I hate myself). We compared abilities, and he could do everything I could do and vice versa. At one point, we were standing at a table (still outside). I stared forward, and saw him to my left in my peripheral vision. I figured that if he is my subconscious, he should be able to hear my thoughts. I focused my thoughts on him (while still ignoring him, he didn't know about the experiment), and thought "if you can hear me, tap your fingers on the table three times". It took a while, and I had to repeat the thought several times, but eventually he did it- he tapped his fingers on the table as I had asked. We exchanged a knowing look, and left (now that I'm awake, I realize he didn't hear my thoughts, he was a DC, and as dreamer I made him obey by focusing what I wanted to happen). Later, we found ourselves seated in a little restaurant. The place was once again located pretty high up in a tall building in the city. The waiter came and served us our french fries.

Vague memories of a big fight in a big yard, just me (and someone else, I think a woman) against hordes of enemies storming at us from across the yard. I probably had a suitably big gun for the job. At some point, we retreated across several yards we'd already cleared. The next part is very hard to explain. There some kind of concrete casket against the right wall one of those yards, containing an artifact of some kind. A blue skull? It was the key to some secret, that much I knew. There was a lot happening before this part of the dream, all forgotten. One name lingers: perhaps this was my character, maybe not: Leonidas.

I re-entered lala-land when I decided I was still tired. I was with a brunette girl in a house. Perhaps the kitchen. She was a bit younger than me, but still "legal". I think we tried having sex there and then, but ultimately we decided we'd much rather make out. Now, in real life I'm a total, grade-A loser who has never kissed a girl before - never even gotten close, so this bit was fun. The kiss was the most amazing thing ever. She tasted neutral, a bit sweet perhaps, not at all repulsive as I had feared IRL. Our tongues swirled around each other. It was awesome. I tried closing my eyes, but somehow it didn't feel as good as it did when I could see her. I remember seeing her face briefly, messy, long brown hair obscuring her left eye. Her other half closed in ecstasy, looking at me. I woke up, probably because I opened/closed my eyes.

This dream took place in some kind of large wooden shack. It was quite dark. *REDACTED* Sylar, another character from "Heroes", was raping her (Claire). This was an event I was "tasked" to prevent. He was doing this to her, but to my confusion, Claire seemed to be enjoying it. To my shame, I was turned on by the sight. *REDACTED* I traveled back in time. I closed my eyes and envisioned the shack in the past. I started "seeing" and hearing input from the past, while my senses from the present went dull and eventually disappeared. I was back in the shack, but before Claire and her female friend (?) arrived. I think I managed to convince them to leave. At some point in the dream, I remember thinking (or whispering "save the cheerleader, save the world", the show's catchphrase.

I somehow got into a fight with Sylar. I could freeze time, just as I was about to throw in a punch. I realized that if I unfroze time for too long, he would no doubt destroy me using one of his many powers. But if I kept it frozen, I could never defeat him, or escape. I decided to freeze and unfreeze time every second or so, so my fist approached his face bit my bit, but he was unable to use focus and use a power in the short timespan between "freezes". I hit him right in the face, and he was defeated. My allies came in, several men of whatever faction I was with. They congratulated me for my deeds, and apparently saving the world. I wasn't interested in the world, though - I was madly in love with Claire, and I wanted her to love me back. At this point, my behavior mirrored that of a character of a book I'm reading - Raoul from "The Phantom of the Opera". In true 19th century style, it was as if I expected her to have some kind of obligation to love me because I saved her. I spoke to Claire, who was also in the shack all of the sudden, standing by wooden workbench. She no longer looked like herself. I told her the truth, that I loved her and that's why I "saved" her. She just kind of nodded "uh huh", and that was it. I was heartbroken. I was mad, and I think I drew my sword in anger (it was a katana). One of the guys in the room was Asian in origin, so I noticed.

In the next scene, I was sitting in a chair, in an opulent Victorian palace. It was a celebration of my "heroics", because I had saved Claire and saved the world from evil while doing it. I was still in a foul mood. I cared more about conquering her heart than the world's safety. I stood up, and said "forgive me, friends". I took my swords (they were two golden ornamental swords, in a very unusual shape), and held them up while preparing to travel back in time. The idea I had in mind was vile, and beyond selfish. I would go back, but arrive just too late - when Sylar was already having his way with her. I would then save her, and in doing so she would see how much I loved her. I was prepared to allow her to get hurt and abused, just so she would love me. I was sitting again, still "casting the spell". I noticed Claire standing on my left with a few other people. I lowered my arms so she would not see me "cast". Much to my frustration, I failed to travel back in time. My ability simply refused to work. Begrudgingly, I accepted this outcome. As I started to wake up, I somehow felt like this story would have a happy ending still, and "knew" she would come to me and we'd somehow end up together after all.

This dream partially overlapped with reality, as if I was in the early stages of a WILD - but I wasn't lucid. I saw a town. I recall some kind of device around my arm, and an application that reminded me of Facebook, or a dating app, telling me it suggested a nearby café for some reason. Only vague flashes remain of this bit. Then, I was in my bed (overlap with reality part starts here) and looked to my left through the open door of my bedroom. I saw a very creepy little girl dressed in red approach. I couldn't see her face. She looked a lot like Alma from the game FEAR. I was almost frozen in fear. At some point I decided I couldn't just lie there and let whatever happen, so I conquered my fear and jumped out of bed. I thought about getting one of my guns, and closing and locking the door. Sadly she was already in my room, walking by the bed to the other side. The rush of adrenaline I felt when I got out of the bed woke me up.

This dream featured gameplay of the game Fury³, a very old Microsoft game from 1995. My view was the camera of the ship. I flew around Terran, the first planet. My objective was to blow up some kind of tower. I fired on it, but it wouldn't blow up yet. I flew up, then dived down for another volley. Another target (or the same one?) also flailed to blow up. It took off (it was a big ship) and flew off. Having failed to destroy it, I expected to fail the game, but I think I got assigned a new target instead.

It started in a small room. It was a long time ago, possible early 20th century, or even late 19th century. A couple of men were showing their refrigerators (I know, random). They said it ran on 500 Watts of power. I had my refrigerator with me, a modern one (their was ancient, they were from the late 1800's after all), and said it ran on 2000 Watts. They got suspicious as mine looked way too "futuristic" to them. I was from the future, so their suspicion was justified. At some point I was apprehended by a Nazi. Gestapo, or SS. *Racism warning*. He called me a "nigger" and ordered me to come with him. I tried to reason with the creep, saying I was clearly white, but he would not listen. Some other guy, also a Nazi (except I had known this guy for longer, apparently) had to take me in. We walked through a large, crowded corridor. I begged him to look the other way for a moment so I could get away. He used to be a friend, I think. I managed to escape onto a small town square, then flee between two houses. The place looked pretty old and Mediterranean. I heard a Nazi scream something, and felt a whole horde of the bastards chasing me. I was running on the street, when I felt myself being lifted up from the ground. I started to fly. I wasn't freaked out by this, even though it was my first time (in this dream's continuity). I didn't mind, I knew they would never catch me at that speed. I wasn't very good at steering yet, and I felt I couldn't avoid hitting the houses on the other side of the street. I plunged right through the window of a café, past two people who were trying to enjoy their coffee. Despite not *really* remembering my previous flying experiences, I remembered I had always had trouble NOT flying into buildings and decided a different approach. I would *let it* happen, and see what happens. By ignoring the buildings and not worrying about what would happen, I phased right through them. I could "become solid" mid-flight and burst through walls/glass/whatever, which was cool. When I was out of the houses again, I gained altitude again and looked out over the town. I felt invincible. I wanted revenge on the Nazi's. I didn't care about their puny bullets anymore. I'd rip 'em apart with my bare hands, or use TK. I knew the school (the place I escaped from was a school, apparently) was to my left, so I tried to turn left while imagining the place to create it. I think I was lucid at this point. I probably gained lucidity at around the point I started flying. Sadly, I instantly woke up the moment I tried this.

Final flash before I called it a night: someone was doing some kind of job (on a large wall?), and I was scratching rust off of my car.

I was a pretty dim living room, sitting around a table with a bunch of other people. They were all Americans, or so it seemed. I felt like they could be my friends, as I felt at easy around them, and they included me in their conversations (normally I am simply ignored). The girl on my left was either Hayden P. or one of her characters. I looked at the TV, and there was a show on, subtitled in Dutch (my language). I thought this was suspicious - why would an American show, shown in the US be subbed in Dutch? The others had an explanation, but it still felt weird. They pointed out one of the guys was German. Anyway, I was happy with these guys. I thought to myself that there was nothing for me left back home in Belgium. All I ever wanted was here. I would do anything to get that green card.

It was night, and I was lying on my back, in bed. Through the open door I could still see the living room I was in earlier, and I think the others were still there. I noticed "Hayden" lying next to me, with some distance between us. I got a little closer and reached out for her, gently caressing her face and hair. The smile she gave me was one of acceptance, and love. We'd never spoken to each other, and yet we had this instant human connection. I went in for the kiss, and that's all I remember.

I was a real asshole in this dream. I don't think I was lucid, but I was aware that the place wasn't in reality, and that I had great power over people and things down there. I was testing a very basic kind of power. I realized how using hands to perform telekinesis wasn't really necessary - the hands just provide the brain with a cue that make using the power easier to direct. The power itself is innate to the mind. I realized that anything could be achieved simply by focusing willpower very intensely. Making things move simply by thinking about it, by "seeing" it happen in your mind and forcing it to become reality.

I experimented a bit. On DC's, too. I think I made one guy explode in a cloud of blood and gibs. The other, I imagined him walk backwards, off a pretty serious drop. He had no choice but to obey.

The dream took place in a dark place, out in a wide open space. The ground consisted of black rocks and rivers of lava. There was a lot of massive scaffolding suspended above the ground. The first scene involved me flying through the dark, apparently trying to prevent a nuclear explosion from killing the last few humans. I could not prevent it, but when the blast finally happened (a word entered my mind: "first light"), I knew it was about 14 kilometres away from the people I was trying to protect. They would be safe.

I landed somewhere (possibly between two buildings, on some scaffolding). I think people were watching me from above, saying I couldn't do something. I wanted to prove them wrong. Then something happened. I already had angel wings (nice white ones), but too small to be functional (about 1 meter wingspan). Suddenly, they grew. Quickly. They grew until they were massive, about 2,5 meters in wingspan. I wasn't sure it would work, but I tried flying again, and it worked. For some reason, I was trying to reach for a certain skyscraper, but I had trouble staying still in the air. I kept drifting off. I managed to reach for it, and hung onto the side of the building, which was now very small - small enough so I could probably wrap my arms (or wings!) around it easily. I climbed down a bit, until I found the spot I was looking for. It looked like a red jewel (??) embedded in the structure. I punched through it and reached inside.

I looked at the horizon, and saw something unsettling. I saw a massive group of alien tripods (the ones from the 2005 War of the Worlds film) advancing towards the human outpost. They had no idea that they'd be attacked soon. I ran and flew as fast as I could, jumping, flying and gliding between the scaffolding. I think I was getting shot at, too. Laser beams. And there were smaller enemies among the tripods. I got past the advancing aliens, and kind of crash-landed (not sure why I kinda crashed) in human territory. I approached a bunch of humans by a campfire, and said I needed to get them out of there pronto. One of the men was Jan, a colleague from work. Only he looked the way he did years ago, before I even worked there. Anyway, he agreed they needed to get out of there.

Very long and absurd dream. The plot was about me and Noah Bennet trying to save what was left of his daughter Claire. She wasn't really a person anymore. More like a handful of ashes that somehow retained her intelligence and personality. I even suggested putting it in a robotic body, to bring her back. Anyhow, there was a car chase. Noah driving, me in the passenger seat. We went over a cliff at some point, but we both got out alive. Somehow I'd managed to hold onto "Claire".
After all this (and much more, forgotten action), we arrived at a house (their house?).

I remember a "guy" showing up, but he wasn't a normal human. Not human at all, actually. He was exceptionally strong, and wanted Claire at all costs. I tried fighting him. Not sure how that worked out.

I was with my father. He said grandpa was dead. He's in pretty bad shape in real life. Doubt he'll see the end of next year. Anyway, I got really emotional. Not just because of grandpa, but because it reminded me of my dad's mortality and that I'd lose him too one day. I cried quite a lot. My dad looked at me like I had two heads. Showing emotion isn't really acceptable in that side of the family. I forced myself to quit and said something like "I'm fine, I'm invincible to emotion," or something absurd like that.

This was a nightmare about the Mortal Kombat character Kano. I was in a house, with a cute Asian girl. She was sitting at a desk, and I was guarding her. Kano, a ruthless murderer, was trying to kill us. But it got weird. At one point I managed to get the drop on him, and stab him to death. But he regenerated to full health and attacked us again. I killed him again and somehow cut him into 10 smaller pieces. I tossed the pieces around the house, far away from each other so he could not "reassemble". But one thing I didn't know: each piece of him would regenerate to an entire person. So now I had ten of him wandering around. One entered the room, and I hid in the curtains (wrapped a curtain around myself somehow). My plan was to jump out when he got close enough and stab him to death again. But I looked out of the window, and another Kano approached the house from the garden. I realized there was nothing I could do. The guy from the garden walked into the house, grabbed the Asian girl's head, and snapped her neck like a twig. I was seething with anger, but realized I was powerless to stop it.

I also vaguely remember being found by him (was I hiding behind a desk?), and later on surviving the encounter. Some people found me (my dad?), and I think I said that Kano had to be hunted down before he could cause more harm.

We were standing next to some kind of “pool”, that had machinery of sorts in it. Claire was underwater, and I could hear her struggle and drown. Knowing the girl I loved was dying, I yelled her name in agony. I’m not sure I was there myself – it was as if I was watching a movie. I watched a guy (blonde guy, very well-toned) ditch his clothes and jump in the water. He dived down, pushing some junk out of his way, until I could see Claire’s long blonde hair jammed between two metal plates. Claire was being crushed between two parts of a machine herself. He managed to free her, and carried her out of the water. Her face was full of blood, and she appeared unconscious. I was afraid she had already died. He got her out of the water, and saved her life. For a moment, I felt insecure because I doubted I could have pulled it off. I doubted I would even dare to try. Some lettering appeared on a wall, a title of a “cracked.com” article: “4 reasons why you wouldn’t have done a thing”.

In the next scene, four heroes were discussing something (in a doorway)? Claire was one of them, in a tight (and sexy) superhero-like outfit. She looked fully recovered, as if nothing had happened to her.

In another scene, someone cast an illusion that made the other heroes look like green-faced monsters to every one of them. They immediately started fighting each other. I think I managed to split them up and stop fighting.

I was playing some kind of game on a football field (American football), and I accidentally ran into some kind of electrical scoreboard. The thing fell down, but I quickly picked it up and put it back more or less where it came from. Claire Bennet (Heroes) in her blue CVHS uniform was laughing at this. Then, some kind of disaster of supernatural origin happened. People either disappeared, or ran around hysterically. Somehow, Claire was gone. Throughout the rest of the dream; I explored abandoned hallways and other creepy environments, including a place I've seen at least three times before in dreams/nightmares: a series of relatively empty rooms (except for a desk or bed sometimes) interlinked with all other rooms through at least three doors. The rooms looked almost identical, and the whole thing was vaguely reminiscent of the first "the cube" movie. Much like in "Slender", the place induced fear and panic exactly *because* there's nothing there. You start imagining things, fear builds up, and in the end you are hunted not by monsters, but by your own fear and paranoia. In the end, I escaped. I went into a place where survivors had set up a safe-zone. It had two floors, and entrances were barricaded with rubble. Claire was there. I got very emotional, and hugged her passionately. I was so happy she was alive. I said "I'm so glad you're okay!". Claire looked at me, surprised. She was my friend in the dream, but she did not know I had feelings for her beyond friendship. My response to her being alive made it pretty clear I loved her.

The funniest non-lucid I've had in a while. The story was about a serial killer, locked up in a room on the third floor of a mental institution. The whole dream was stylized like a Quentin Tarantino flick, and made a lot of sense. In a flashback, I saw how the killer (I knew his name, I forgot) used to work with children in a day-care center. As the other adults played with the children, he sat there motionlessly, lost in thoughts. Until the voices in his head told him to kill children. He was in his late twenties at that moment. He was quickly prosecuted and locked away, and as my consciousness temporarily merged with that of the killer, I could see reports of "my" arrest on TV. It was big. I was the next Ted Bundy, just worse because I mass-murdered children.

So, the killer was on the third floor of the institution. When the orderlies had left, he scanned the room looking for a way out. There were windows, and they didn't appear locked. I guess they were hoping prisoners wouldn't try to escape that way, because it was on third floor and it was a long way down. Some smaller hatches in the walls (?) probably lead to the attic. Suddenly, I heard voices. "Where is he?" The killed had moved out of sight of the door, and the orderlies were worried he had escaped. "I" took control of the killer, and quickly lay down on my bed to do something - like read a book (I'm not sure what I did anymore). They came in, and saw everything was fine. Then they left again.

The killer went to the window, and started opening it very slowly. It made a lot of noise, however. Outside of the building was a large lawn, where orderlies and nurses cared for less dangerous inmates. He kept opening the window all the way, and crawled outside onto a balcony. It had bars to prevent escape. Sadly, two of the female orderlies on the lawn looked up, alarmed. I whispered to the killer that he had been noticed. The orderlies gathered below the balcony, awaiting his next move. The side of the balcony was exposed, so "we" (it was as if I was the spectator of the 'film', as well as the voice in his head AND the one controlling his actions) started climbing down. The two female orderlies followed my every move, and were waiting for me. They looked pretty smug, as if I didn't stand a chance in hell to escape. I think I used telekinesis to kill one of the orderlies, by tossing some of the bars of the balcony into her face. The surviving one looked shocked for a second, but quickly regained her composure. We struggled for a moment, and I extended my arm to push her away telekinetically. Sadly, my power didn't work. She injected me with a sedative into my arm. She looked so amazingly smug about stopping me, I still wish I could hurt her.

I found the killer back in his room. This time however, there were four guards there with him, guarding him 24/7. Two orderlies, and two special agents, dressed in neat suits and sunglasses, each with a big calibre pistol. Some of them were watching TV, and doing random things to stay occupied. I looked around, and noticed escape was out of the question like this. I became the voice in the killer's head, and told him he needed to "kill them all".

He came up with a clever plot. A friend came to visit, and pretended to sell him a dog (yeah). While they were talking about what race it was, they secretly exchanged something (a key?). Either way, the plot worked, and suddenly our serial killer had a chainsaw. He went on a rampage, and brutally murdered everybody in the room. The friend was pleased, and congratulated him. But the killer could not be trusted. He killed his best friend with a stroke from the chainsaw to the face. It was all rather graphic. The top of his head was just... gone. I saw a quick info-video about how the body works. It said that if you cut off any limb, the body is drained of blood completely. If you cut off the top of his head, he doesn't lose that much, but he would eventually die of organ failure.

In the next scene, the killer escaped, and calmly walked away from the institution. The camera went to the stage of a concert hall, where the headless guy suddenly appeared in the spotlight. All the people started screaming and bolted for the exit.

So at work (where else) I came up with a brilliant idea to fix my flying problems. You see, I often have no trouble taking off, but end up losing altitude; or find myself unable to move from vertical to horizontal flight without losing too much altitude. It's a mental issue, I know. I can't "unfeel" gravity 100%, so it continues to exist a little. So if I can't cancel it, I can at least beat it! I was in a dream a few nights ago, and found myself flying. When I remembered the trick I invented, I tried it. I pretended my hands and feet were thrusters, like on Iron Man's suit. It worked. I took off vertically, and went high. Higher than what I usually manage. And I went fast. Very fast. This experiment was a success, and I'll use that trick every time from here on out.

I was in the Carribbian with my dead grandmother from my father's side. I wanted to buy some drugs, because I saw some other people do the same. I wanted cannabis. The Jamaican dude was prepared to sell me some kind of painkiller (a stronger version of imodium), but I had to accept a subscription of some kind using my credit card first. I suspected a scam, and backed out of the deal.

There was a war or armed conflict of some sort going on. I was with the soldiers (Americans, from the looks of them) even though I was no soldier. We heard voices and agonized screams coming out of a hangar. were getting ready to bust in and terminate any threats, and I felt very nervous. This was the first time I'd see action. A guy from work, Roel, was with the team as we went inside. There was a single hostile in the hanger, a man, but he was extremely agile. Everybody opened fire on him, and he jumped up into a corner of the building, up against the roof. Baffled by this (and scared at the same time), I drew my revolver and opened fire. I had never killed anyone before, and it felt strange. Sure, I've fired guns before in real life, but it was weird to realize that this time, I was pointing that thing at another human being with the intention to kill. My body was full of adrenaline, and I forgot to aim the first few shots. So yeah, I didn't hit much. When I aimed down the sight and got ready to shoot, a young black man ran up to the hostile, and jumped up to him. Somehow, this caused some soldiers to finally hit and kill the target (and the black man) with a few bursts of fire from their assault rifles. When it was over, the black dude turned out be a teenage girl, and she had apparently come back to life. We thanked her for her help. A bit later, I was in some kind of waiting room with actress and obsession Hayden Panettierre. I sat there, thinking about why I did all this. About how I throw myself into violent situations, just to feel worthy of being alive. Worthy of her. Explaining more would require extensive knowledge of my mind, so let's keep it at this.

There were four people, including me, and two of us were not what we seemed to be (not human, maybe?) but no one knew who. I chose two others and claimed it was them. But them it was revealed that it was in fact me. I was convicted together with the other person, and violently killed by being hung from a skyscraper... Another dead condemned person hanging next to me looked like the actor Damian Lewis.