yumiko27

I think this is one of those dreams where you've had so many dreams in a row that once you fall asleep you easily recognize you're asleep and dreaming.
Now with pictures!

Non-Lucid Part:
I was with this slightly older, heavy-set guy. In the dream, we weren't together so much that he was like an older brother to me. He told me to come to the backyard with him because he had to show me something.
"It's in the woods, but you always played back there, Ash. So, it will be fine."
I gave him a suspicious look.
"Hey! What? Don't worry."
I followed him into the sparsely crowded woods behind my father's workshop until I started to lag behind him.
"Hurry up, Ashley!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
All of a sudden, he vanished. Far too quick for someone who was just a little farther ahead.
Then, the realization hits me.

Lucid Part:

It is about time I had one of these. Although, I don't think this is what I had in mind...
Pleased, I gaze up at the woods and all the light brown leaves covering the ground. I have no interest in following this guy. He probably doesn't exist anymore to begin with. I turn around, eager to get away from the entire area.
No. The entire dreamscape itself.
I run toward this hill area near my father's building and jump, flying in the air. Funny, how this thing called flight comes so easily to me, yet I only use it for "emergencies" in dreams. I fly forward, past the ugly blue house I call home and decide to dream spin to another dimension. Realizing the consquences if I do not think of a place to be in, I vaguely think of a moor. I don't know why. I think I was thinking about my ancestors, but I don't even know if Scotland and Ireland have moors. Or whatever they are called these days. I read too much old literature to know or care.
Amyways, I spun. If you can call it that. It was more of a graceful, kind of floaty spin. Almost like a pirouette.

I found myself in a...white mansion by the rocky, green tipped edges of a pale grey sea.

I know it was white, because it felt like it was a white. I walked past several windows covered with beautiful white curtains floating in the breeze.

I had a sudden urge to go through a wall at this point. I had heard someone mention in the DV forum how you shouldn't think about the wall itself, but rather the destination. I thought of the word moor again, but I knew I wouldn't get this. How can I see what I have never seen?
Alas, I could not pass the wall. However, the window seemed rather welcoming.
I gently touched the glass pane with my right hand, never using force. I felt the glass turn to a goo, then it gradually succumbed entirely. I gazed out and looked upon a helicopter, a ship, and several cargo trucks by a seemingly endless sea. Some of the men had guns, but I don't think they noticed me. I wonder if they were guards for the mansion's owner.
I looked around, but everything was blurry, to my immense dismay. However...
Oh, yeah. That clarity thing...
"Clarity now!"
I suddenly remembered to look at my hands. They and the scenery got clearer.
"Clarity now!"
Clearer.
I did this several times until the quality of my dream was so detailed and I could the lines in my hands so well, it felt uncomfortable.
"Aw, what the heck. HD-Vision now!"
Okay. Clearest dream ever. Probably even clearer than real life. However, the guards noticed me and started to shoot. I ran away from the window and walked down the hall.
"Bastards. You're lucky I don't use you for my diamond castle."
I notice a door slightly ajar. Peering through, I see a woman with greying hair tied in a long ponytail.
"This is a story about the young master. About a time long gone. About a doll that became his dearest companion."
I looked to the left and saw another room, but one filled with forgotten memories. Yet, also with a sort of unforgotten sadness. There wasn't any death or evil here, but there was a feeling of what might have been. Suddenly, I felt my vision go out--I came as close as you can to fainting in a dream.
I heard voices, traveling further and further back.
Where am I going? Am I traveling in time or is this just me going to a different dreamscape?
These thoughts raced through my head as the grey-haired spoke to another person--I can't recall who.
"I'm sending her back in time. Maybe she will be able to talk to and warn the young master."
"But, her body is right there."
The woman smirked.
"In body, yes. In spirit, however, she is crossing time itself."
I heard nothing else.

I arose from the floor, slightly dazed, and not noticing the boy in a white seat faced away from me. I walked, or rather stumbled, into the other room. I looked around and didn't feel sadness, but a potential for it. I gazed over and saw a hideous doll with orange hair-no, it wasn't Chucky. I was a bit frightened, but gulped down my fear and walked over to the doll. Gently picking him up, I realized that the doll was alive. He looked at me and then looked around. I smiled at him and, as gently as I could, said,"Sweetie, I'm looking for your owner..."
I was startled to see that he had changed from a hideous doll to a cute one. I am guessing that no one except his owner treated him with kindness because of all this.
"I...I've traveled from very far away, yet not so far."
He looked interested and I gazed past the canopy bed behind us. Past all of the things that crowded the room. Past everything and anything.
"From a dream long gone. Or perhaps from a dream just beginning. Who knows what real life truly is."
I look back at him, and I see that he is intrigued.
"I'm not from this world. But, I assure you, I will help your friend. Regardless of what happened and how little I know."
He looked towards the other room and his gaze stayed there.
"He's over there?"
The doll nodded and I gently put him back in his little white rocking chair. I thank him and walk out.
I walk towards the round, white table and take a seat. Finally, I notice the orange-haired boy. The grey-haired woman is there as well, except her hair is a mousy brown.
"What are you doing here,"the boy asked. He is well aware I am not from the area or even that time.
"I'm from...Well, that isn't important. I think that woman wanted me to save you."
I pointed to the woman who now sat across from me at that white table and she nods.
"Yes, master. Something happens to you, and I sent this young woman to help save you."
Would you like to know why he needed saving?
Me, too.
Because, unfortunately, I was woken up!

This dream is probably the result of me training myself to read in dreams. Believe me, it is more difficult to me than it seems.

First, I was reading some book where Christians did a bunch of experiments--including one involving some sort of Pagan(?) ritual and scientifically testing the density of...rocks. I should probably refrain from saying why I should have known it was a dream, or else I'll sound like a major jerk.

Then, for some unexplainable reason, I read an Ed, Edd n Eddy fanfic... WHY is beyond me. However, I do remember parts of it:
She was so beautiful it was almost non-canon.

I probably shouldn't read the rest...because it totally had nothing to do with that kiddy show. It was more about a pretty girl's strained relationship with her father.

Lastly, and I can understand why I would have this part of the dream, I read a bonus manga of Vampire Knight. They all--as in Yuuki, Zero, Kaien, Toga, Senri, and Rima--went to the movies. Hilariously enough, Senri was wearing a baseball cap with teddy bear ears. I guessed in the dream it was because he was so good looking. XD
I was a little disappointed that Kaname wasn't with them. But, man, that was a good bonus manga! I especially liked the part when Senri and Rima just left in the middle of the movie. But, in the beginning, there were three panels, showcasing members of the group over the years. It said above the panels,"Most of these guys really aren't the types you'd see at the theaters."
Then, it pointed to Zero and said,"Especially this one!"

Although, when I said I wanted to read Vampire Knight, this wasn't really what I meant.

I strode through the vast, aged parking lot with purpose. I had something important to do, and not a lot of time to do it. As I looked at one of the ugly trucks parked in a space about one hundred feet away, I realized none of it was real.
"Okay. If...No. Since, I AM dreaming, that means I don't have to do whatever it was. Which, I really don't know what it was anyway,"I said aloud, taking in the bleak, almost grey surroundings. As close to being annoyed as I can in a dream, I muttered that it was pathetic that I would actually design such a boring place.
"There is absolutely nothing here that would interest me in--
"...Ah..."
There, standing next to a manhole, was Aquaman. Except his hair was this murky brown.
"I must have been on the internet too long...I don't even like this guy,"I muttered.
Because I am...uh...not as nice in my dreams, I decided to accompany him to amuse myself.
"Should he do something foolish or idiotic, it will be fun to watch,"was my reasoning.
WHY AM I SO MEAN IN MY Lucid DREAMS?!
I lazily strolled over to him and exclaimed,"I'm coming with you."
Aquaman opened his mouth to speak and I continued,"You can say 'No', but that would not be wise. Considering how utterly worthless you are, it would be in your best interests if I...accompany you."
Seriously! Why is that I clearly remember those cruel things I said?! I swear, people. I'm not actually calculating or evil in real life. But, I really don't like Aquaman. Sorry, fans.
He nodded and we jumped down the manhole.
...Yeah, so anyways, we landed in a vast sewer. Maybe it's just me, but aren't those things supposed to be really small? Because I could swim in this thing for some reason. Luckily, we weren't swimming in fecal matter--I would never do something like that to me. As we went under and I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have to worry about drowning--since, you know, it wasn't real--I noticed that Aquaman's hair had turned his normal blond.
Or yellow.
We swam in silence as I wondered why he needed to go into the sewers. I tried making small talk, but I guess DCs in my imagination aren't much for conversation either. Either that or he thought I was a b*tch.
Actually, it was probably option two.
Anyways, I managed to get him to tell me he was searching for a golden haired woman with porcelain white skin. Supposedly some sort of reincarnated sea goddess...
My hopes of a long and possibly interesting conversation dashed entirely, I continued to swim with him deeper and deeper in the water.
Absurdly spacious sewer indeed!
All of a sudden, I saw the most beautiful woman swim towards us. Was she the golden haired goddess that my new found lackey friend had long searched for?
Judging by the relief on Aquaman's face, she was. What a beautiful woman, though.
When I get the chance, I'll draw a picture of what she looked like.
In any case, my adventure was over. Now next time, I'd like a dream where I teach a kitten how to talk--and this time it had better be a lucid!

Uh, the end. Because I woke up.