non-lucid

I was standing by the edge of a large river, one which ran through a city in Germany. The year was some time in the early 1900's, maybe the 20's? Early 30's? Commercial aviation wasn't a thing yet. Large crowds were gathered by the river to watch a massive air show, where the government and companies showed off experimental aircraft. Many of there were quite large (some craft were single-seaters, I think? Jets?), and were designed to take off from the river. One of the craft taking off was huge, had a strange shape, and had 6, perhaps even 8 propeller engines. It also had the German Cross on the tail (the Iron Cross, not a Swastika). I looked to my left, and saw my grandmother (on father's side). She was German and has been dead since '09. I remember thinking none of the people believed mass commercial air travel was feasible. Being from next century, I of course knew better. I thought these demonstrations had to change their minds.

All I remember is driving one of really big American old-timer cars. I tried parking it, which was a challenge. There was a plot, but I forgot.

This dream started as a nightmare. A pretty terrifying one. There was a person in bed, in a dark bedroom. She (I think it was a girl) started "changing" into a horrific monster, like in "The Thing". I think it attacked me. Next thing I remember, we're in a supermarket, and the thing is attacking me. I gained courage somehow, and remember getting pretty savage. I think I poked its eyes out with my fingers, and shoved my hand in its maw (it had a humanoid head, but slimy grey skin and huge teeth). I didn't feel pain, despite obviously being bitten, and I didn't expect to feel it, either. A subconscious sliver of realization that this was a dream? I rammed the creature into a glass... what do you call it... the glass doors of a refrigerated cabinet where you have all the meat products and whatever are on display. Next thing I know, the "creature" is on the ground, defeated... and it turns out it's a girl on stilts, wearing a silly suit! She's crying, and people are rushing to help her. I think they blamed me, and said I hurt her.

I was in some kind of "survival game", played in an outdoor arena. There were ruins, bushes and some open spaces. It started with scavenging for weapons and gear, and then staying alive. I remember wearing body armor in one session, and a backpack in a later one (I suddenly felt my armor was now a backpack). I also had an intense standoff with a woman. She had a ponytail, and a pistol, and I had a pretty semi-automatic rifle. Not an AR-15, but longer and with a smaller magazine. We aimed at each other, kind of daring each other to shoot. She back away slowly, never letting me out of her sights. I wanted to kill her, by slowly pulling the trigger. I figured if I pulled it slowly enough, she wouldn't notice. The gun fired... but not really, because I had no ammo... luckily, she didn't notice it, and disappeared. I think I discarded the empty gun, and started scavenging some random parts to build a new gun.

I was in a room (a hotel room?) with a bunch of Arab men, who I suspected of being Muslim terrorists. I was confused, as they were my allies. I wondered why I was with these men, and why I didn't get out of there. The dream was obviously based on the beginning of "United 93", which I watched the day before.

I recall a weird scene in which I was some kind of "spirit". Heroes' Arthur Petrelli rose from the rocky ground surrounded by flames, as if rising out of Hell or something. I stood where he rose up, and "merged" with his body, effectively body-snatching him. I "entered his mind", and told him to "forget" about his company, and everything he had ever done.

I also have vague images of an underwater village in my head. Was there a big conflict going on? An overarching story? It all felt very movie-like again.

I saw some guys standing on a beach, on a tropical island in the ocean. The narrator (movie-like, remember?) said something about how the next generation would face even greater challenges. As he said that, a giant tsunami rose up in the distance.

I recall being in the distant past (33 AD?), in the presence of Jesus. I think I was one of his followers, or apostle. As I am an atheist, I like to think this dream is the delayed result of watching "Ben Hur" a week before.

I recall running through a city, with buildings collapsing all around me. It was night, I think. Rubble was coming down that I had to dodge. I somehow got up to "my" apartment, which was somewhere in a half-ruined high-rise. I was in my apartment, overlooking the rainy city at night. It's possible the entire outer wall was torn off. I think I was called and received "an assignment".

I went back out into the rubble outside, until I was below a pretty tall skyscraper (either under construction, or collapsed, leaving only the "skeleton") and got to a ladder. I climbing this ladder all the way to the very top. All that was left was steel beams 200 meters above ground. Fear of heights kicked in, but obviously nothing like real life (or I would never have started the climb). I was carrying a knife in my hand. Suddenly, out of nowhere, some other guy, quite young, clambered towards me. He asked why I had a knife. I said it's for self-defense. He wasn't pleased with the explanation and wanted me to drop it. I didn't want to. The situation got violent pretty quickly. At some point, he tried attacking me with a knife of his own (or did he disarm me?) and I stopped his attack by simply grabbing the blade. I thought this would have cut my hand badly for sure, but I didn't feel much and I didn't notice any blood. Later, I stabbed my knife into soft skin of his lower jaw. Suddenly, there were many other dudes up there, eager to "avenge" my transgressions. I decided to get out of there. I went back to the ladder, and used it to slide (faster than climbing) all the way down at breakneck speed. I reached the ground, but knew they would be coming after me.

So I ran, around another building, which I knew was a posh hotel. I was trying to break line of sight to my enemies as soon as possible. I went into the building, but instantly remembered this wasn't the main entryway. I walked to the end of the hall, and pressed the elevator button. I nervously waited for it to arrive, until I noticed a pretty girl in a cubicle next to me. I was embarrassed, as I remembered her, and as it looked as if I'd been staring at her (I wasn't, I was just absent-mindedly staring at nothing). I turned around and exited the building again. That's when I got a phone call. It was the police. I was terrified, and figured my attackers had called the cops. But no, it was about an incident back in October of 2007, when I worked as a waiter during some kind of reception (this never happened), and where I was falsely accused of theft. The cop said (in Dutch), that they were finally ready to convict me, and that "De Gucht" (Belgian politician) would be on the jury. I was annoyed, because the way the officer spoke implied he was certain of my guilt. I told him (also in Dutch) I was disappointed I would be "convicted for something I did not do". This was right before waking, and I think I said this sentence out loud in reality.

I had a LOT of dreams this morning. Too many to count or remember. Most of them were fairly action-y. The only one I remember is the last one:

I was a group of others in a post-apocalyptic world. Not sure what happened, but everything looked quite barren outside, and abandoned. I said to a guy that I was going with two girls who were leaving for some other location quite far away. Which was supposedly safer (or was it?). The guy suspected (and he was half right) that the reason I was going with them was because they were quite attractive. I'm such a creep, right? But whatever, their plan was sound so I figured tagging along made perfect sense. I think I took along my AR and possibly some other weapons. I think I very vaguely recall flashes from the actual journey.

The dream had a soundtrack. It was moody yet beautiful, fitting the scene perfectly. It played when I looked at the view around me. I remembered it when I woke up, but forgot it since. If only I was a composer!

Dream that involved a train or subway station. It was a long and creepy dream, but I recall no details.

Another faux-lucid dream. I was restrained by a former colleague (don't recall which one), who had put chains around my wrists. He knew I could easily break them if he used just one normal chain, so he used several, made from very thick metal. So, he was aware of my lucid powers, and so was I, even though I don't think I was lucid! I was keen on showing the bastard he couldn't stop me, the dreamer, and tried to break the chains. The first time, I couldn't. Then I focused, convincing my mind the chains aren't real (there is no spoon!) - and this time they broke. I remember menacingly walking after an older man who worked there as well, scaring the hell out of him. He fled in terror, and I felt somewhat bad for him. I yelled after him that he should retire (???). I also (for the umpteenth time) learned to levitate and then fly, which I used during my attempts to terrorize my ex-colleagues.

Very naughty dream. I was getting freaky with a pretty ASMR artist from Youtube. It all felt quite real, and I did things I never thought I'd consider in real life.

I think I was in a school, and there was a shooting. I was hiding in a room, along with Fernando Alonso (the F1 driver). I was terrified, but Fernando had a plan. He stayed calm, and started crafting makeshift guns from junk laying around the room. In the end, we both had a gun (that resembled a Sten) with 11 bullets. We decided to leave the room. I wanted to move crouched with Alonso standing behind me, to cover more ground with our fields of fire. In another scene, a man showed up at our door (before we left). There was a group of people roaming the area, and I felt we could trust no one. I had a pneumatic rifle now, with a long piece of metal shoved into the chamber as improvised ammo. I stuck the gun through an opening in the door, and shot him in the face. It didn't do much to hurt him.

After having survived this ordeal, I found myself in a different location (Dallas?). I "knew" I was thousands of miles east from where I was earlier. I was walking with others, a little confused as to where I was and how I got there. I think a woman told me where I was. Anyway, I am stopped by the police. They asked me if I have guns, I say no. They search me (my bag?) and find the makeshift guns from the previous dream. I realize how screwed I am. I would never convince the cops of my innocence. I couldn't even explain how I got here myself, so why would they believe me? I sat there for a while. I got a strange feeling. There were a lot of people, talking loudly. A marketplace of sorts? I felt like this couldn't be real. I didn't know how I got there. And why am I in America? I somehow made a conscious decision to "wake up", and yup... my reality shifted and I woke up in my own bed. The transition was really weird, and cool.

I was flying a propeller plane far away (in the Pacific?) to fight in a war of sorts. My sports plane was outfitted with missiles. I encountered an old friend (Eros) and his girlfriend too. The bastards had a jet. At some point I think I had landed on a carrier. My mom was there? I was trying to turn to take off again, but forget to let her get on?

I had Men in Black searching for me in a building. I sneak down stairs, and went invisible (influence from Deus EX: MD). They couldn't see me, but I feared they could still "feel" my footsteps on the ground. I accidentally kicked over a bottle (or something), betraying my location. I continued to sneak away. By trying to minimize the "weight" of my footsteps, I discovered I can "glide" right above the ground. This over time evolved into full-fledged flight, and I flew away from the facility. I somehow "knew" I was flying just south of San Francisco, moving from (roughly) San Mateo to the north-west. I was flying quite high, but the environment looked "industrial", like a harbor district. The architecture was surreal. There was a beautiful sunset. I saw a giant cargo ship on land, laying on its stern, leaning with the bow against a huge concrete structure. I flew under it, through the triangle-shaped opening underneath. As always, it felt exhilarating to fly, and I used (as is becoming the custom) the Superman pose, using my arm (clenched fist) to change direction. Again, changing direction was difficult for me for some reason. It's as if even though the laws of physics don't count, the law of momentum just refuses to go away. At some point, I encountered another character in the air, perhaps two. They did something I would prefer to forget.

I recall accidentally falling all the way down from an incredibly steep icy mountain (possibly with a fortress on top), all the down down to a lake.

Down in a lake with a bunch of other people. Possibly living in the water? There was another lake right next to it, but it wasn't connected to ours, so we couldn't reach it (we couldn't move on land?). A group of other people was stranded in that other lake, but I didn't care, as the water in our lake was warm an their was cold.

I vaguely recall a sex scene, or rather: an attempt at sex. It didn't go very easily.

I saw my old (long-dead) cat Sylvester. However, I was very small, maybe 10 centimeters (3 inches). My very own cat tried to kill me. It bit me in the shoulder (I wasn't so small anymore, but my cat was definitely size of a tiger compared to me). It didn't really hurt.

I had a great Deus Ex-themed dream last night (that's a video game by Eidos Montreal/Square Enix). It was set in the Mankind Divided universe. I was sitting on the floor in a dilapidated building, together with a group of augmented people. Presumably somewhere in the ghetto, or hiding from the government. Our "leader", or at least the alpha male of the group, was standing up in front of us. He was a real douche, and a loudmouth. He may or may not have been a terrorist. He was spewing hate speech, and at at some point, I had a disagreement with him. He got very hostile, and said I was banned from the group and had to leave. He said I wasn't really "one of them". I pointed out I had a synthetic implant in the back of my skull, connecting to my spine - but this was an implant I got as result of an injury - not a performance-enhancing aug. He said he knew, but it wasn't good enough. I spoke up so the whole group could hear it. I said that I would happily cut off my arm and replace it with a cybernetic one to prove my loyalty. The others started started speaking up, and I felt the atmosphere in the room change from silent obedience to outright rebellion. Our fight heated up, and I got in his face and yelled something. Feeling the crowd had turned against him, he slowly backed away and vanished.

Terrifying nightmare. I was in the garden of our old house. It was dark. I saw silhouettes in distance (it's a pretty big garden). I had enough of being afraid, and charged in - loudly screaming. But I hesitated. I came up with the excuse that maybe it wasn't necessary. I ran away again, but my fears manifested a creature that chased my out of the garden, onto the street. I looked back, and to my terror it was still chasing, coming straight for me. It was humanoid, but with unnaturally long arms. Like Slenderman, but not as tall and far scarier because it moved fast. So fast. The moment it was about to "get" me, I woke up in sheer terror.

I have notes of a "swamp", a "woman swimming", and "crocodiles". I remember none of it, except the crocodiles.

Dream took place in my old family home again. My phone buzzed in my pocket (allegedly, I remember nothing, these are old notes). My dad was upstairs. In the dream, I think he was installing (or had already installed) a fixed air conditioner unit. I could hear the annoying sound. In reality, it as my own crappy mobile AC that I was hearing, and the sound "leaked" into the dream in this form.

I think I was on a quay, I think. I came across my old colleagues from my previous previous previous job (Tankpark). We did not split on good terms. I greet them, they ignore me. I was like "okay then", and continued on my way.

We were in a garage-like space, dismantling a nuke. Notes tell me Xiaoxi (Chinese lady I know) was somehow involved, but I don't recall how. Heroes' Matt Parkman was there too (no surprise, I had seen actor Greg Grunberg in Star Trek: Beyond the evening before). At some point, Arthur Petrelli showed up and tried to stop us. I ignored him, saying he was dead. Suddenly, he turned out to be an older man called "Manny". I was supposed to know him from the past when he was younger, but didn't recogize him. He argued the world was in terrible shape, and asked us to stop. I convinced him it would only get worse if the nuke went off. We got ready to leave. Matt was interested in a fish bowl with some fish still in it, randomly laying around in the garage. He took it with him. We crawled under the garage door, which was half closed. I felt extremely tired, physically. So did the others, according to my notes. We find ourselves in what looks like an underground parking garage. In the distance, I see armed forced enter from several entrances. Guys in full SWAT gear. I am suspicious. We get on our knees as if to surrender, and I think to Parkman (he's a mind-reader) to get ready to get us out of here if things go wrong. Not sure how he would have done that. He can't teleport.