Wicked is back to dreamville baby!

Well, I'm back to trying out LDing after years of neglect, during which I experienced only natural LDs at a deteriorating rate. My recall is not as good as it was nowadays either.

Unusual Factors

-I've set up my laptop with notepad open and ready to rumble on the edge of my bed, so I can write in my dream the moment I open my eyes. That's how tonight I've recorded no less than FIVE dreams (woke up a lot and immediately typed it in every time). The entries I bring here are refined versions, since the writings themselves are very disjointed, I wrote them in a half-sleeping, very groggy state after all.

-My dream quality might have been negatively affected by the beer I had a couple hours before going to bed

-Through most of the night, there was a storm outside

-I slept fully clothed.

Dream #1

It started with some sort of war, or apocalypse. It was night, there were police and ambulances around, and there was some prophecy or something like that about very strict and specific instructions on how to stop this apocalypse... The memory is very vague. I vaguely remember Christian undertones. There was a cocoon of some sort, made of cloth or metal, and a person meeting specific parametrs (possibly a specific individual?) needed to be abducted, put into it and brought to a certain place. I vaguely remember about some crazy dude tricking us (who are "us"? Who was there with me?) into putting him into the cocoon, even though he wasn't the right person. I think we eventually realized the prophecy isn't working, or is irrelevant, or something...

At some point this dream flowed into a bit different vein... I was in a large house of some sort, with a pool, arguing with someone else (I think he was supposed to be my relative?) about something. A very heated argument, and I think there were some clues or something that we were angry with each other for reasons not wholly natural, like demonic possession? It's also entirely possible that we knew that we had some sort of super powers?

I wasn't my real life self in that dream. We shouted and argued back and forth, and at some point he admitted he was a serial killer. I showed him a collection of knives stained with old dried blood, and so we've admitted to each other that we were killers without the other knowing it - he was a clean killer in call blood, I was a much messier slasher. The whole thing had VERY Dexter undertones.

At that point we were afraid that something - our shouting? - has attracted the attention of the authorities or some other people. A third person, a friend of some sort that was suddenly present, told me to ditch the knives quickly, as they were obvious evidence against me. The house was a mess, furniture overturned etc, but I opened a drawer on some cabinet and temporarily shoved the knives into it, hoping nobody would find them by the time we get lost.

The three of us got out of the house. It was still night. We needed to get to a certain place for some reason. There were security guards in blue uniforms and caps (didn't look like police though) on patrol outside. They authorized our going to wherever we intended to go (it was very close, possibly even across the street). Was there a curfew because of the apocalypse?

While the two started walking, I climbed the wall of a nearby building. I wasn't lucid, but not far from that. Like I often get in dreams, I instinctively felt that I have powers. I also think me and the other killer's "powers" had been the reason we were shouting. Maybe. Dreams are annoyingly hard to remember even a second after waking from them.

So, I climbed, spiderman style, to the top of a nearby building. It was only a few meters up, the building was a low one, most of all reminding me of a big shed I think. The other killer and the third guy were all hissing at me to get down, and asking what the hell am I doing. I think I did it to try to take a shortcut and reach our destination before them. I didn't fully trust them.

Anyway, I couldn't get up on the roof because there was a lot of barbed wire on top of it. From my vantage point on the wall near the roof I could see the blue-uniformed guards on the roofs of neighbouring buildings (I don't remember if I saw them anywhere else, actually, like on the street. But they were definitely on the roofs).

I got down from the wall to join my two companions (they said that I shouldn't use my powers in public), and... dream became blurry. I awoke.