Some more weird dreams last night, and a "failed" lucid
Dream #1
lucid: no
In this dream, I am back in 8th grade. My friend, who is a grade higher than me was there as well. I am in school, and for whatever reason, we are playing pokemon... Then the next wave of students arrive. They are 10th graders, except for my friend, who is in 9th at the time. As they walk in, I don't have a shirt on ( a recurring theme last night ). I put on a white t-shirt, to find out it has long sleeves. I get really hot instantly, which is the reason I took the shirt off in the first place. A little bit of discussion from there, and class starts. The teacher is walking around, checking our notebooks, and I apparently didn't have something I was supposed to bring. We teleported to the desert, and started playing pokemon there . This location set me up for my next dream.
Dream #2
lucid:no
Incredibly weird one, and very long.
I am in the desert, and kind of confused as to what happened from there. (time gap ). I am in a cave, and there is a door that I have to get in to, and then a sealing door beyond that. There is a city past the doors that I want to get in to. One of the girls ( looked like a video game character. She was apparently able to open the doors and get in ). Opened the door for me, and only one other person was allowed with me. At first I wanted her to go, but all I got was Crash Bandicoot. When I didn't want him, I had to be happy with some kind of cactus digimon ( a show I haven't watched in years, nor have I played Pokemon in almost 7 years ). We get in, and everybody is happy. There are houses down here, and a lot of glowing mushrooms. I eventually figure out that the town has been " restored ", like in Dark Cloud 2. We leave. ( time gap ). I am in an above ground cave ( the other was below ground ) and being chased by something. I find the doors leading to the city, and I go there. I know that the town has not been restored yet. I go inside the first set of doors, and there is another one a few feet in front of me. There is an automated voice inside that says something like " If you are being chased, or there are a group of people following you that don't know the location of the city, you will not be allowed in. If you are being chased and in desperate need of help, feel free to bang on the door and scream 'help!'. Another door will open for you shortly. The doors open to a sort of water slide, which is more like a river that brings me downhill. I go down there, and nobody is there. I keep seeing movement. At one point, I see a door open and close. I go in there, and see nothing at first. Then I see a refrigerator, and look in there. It is full of water bottles and coke cans, and I think that the water looks purified, and I can drink it without being radiated ( You'll only understand if you have played Fallout 3 ). I am looking through, and I see a basket perfect for someone small to hide in. I pull it out, and find some leather disc attached to it. I hear a ripping sound, and it comes out. I look at it puzzled, until a little girl ( a younger version of the one I described earlier, who opened the gates for me ) comes out of a hole in the back. She laughs and says it didn't rip. She then holds a whistle shaped necklace and blows through it, and it makes a perfect replica of the noise. We walk outside, and the city suddenly has more people in it. I look at the girl again, and she is suddenly somebody I know. Let's call her J ( J is two years younger than me, so it would make sense she is the small girl ). She looks at me and says " where do you live? ". Keeping it in the context of the dream ( not knowing it's a dream ). I said " Live? I live all over the place, at whatever new city I find ". She replies " No, I meant at your house." I then reply " Oh. Upstairs, in my bed ".
"Can we kill the guy that lives downstairs to make an evil dragon go away? "
Her mom walks by and yells at her for this, and then keeps going. I agree to let them do it for a good cause. It then skips to a third person view of the scene. There's a huge mob of people ( WARNING: It gets a little graphic from here ). They are huddled around a man on a stretcher. He looks a lot like the stereotypical version of a hobo. They lift the stretcher up, and I see he is cut into three parts. He is separated at the waist, and again at the knees. They are torturing him as part of the ritual to get rid of the dragon. He is screaming for somebody to grab a gun and just kill him. He tries to say pistol, but pronounces it piston. The crowd cheers and uses a piston set to heat up some tar, which they then stick to his hands. He screams really loud,and then they kill him.
Dream#3
Lucid: yes ( DILD )
I was on a swing set, and I was swinging pretty high. There was a man with his kid walking under a swing set, and I had to be careful not to hit them. I did hit them a couple of times, but they didn't care. There was a 4 year old swinging a couple swings to the right of me. Her mom said something like " I love watching you swing. And looking up your skirt ". Realizing this probably wouldn't happen, I became lucid. I spent the rest of the dream trying to stabilize it. At one point, it became so blurry I couldn't do my watch RC because I couldn't read the watch. Then I woke up
Dream #4
Lucid: no
This was an FA of the third lucid dream. I woke up back in the desert from dream #2, and I am around other people. I hit the invisible rest button that seems to put me to sleep. The last thing I see before "sleeping" is an alligator inches from my face. I wake up.
Dream #5
lucid: no
Yes! 5 dreams last night. If each one were in a different sleep cycle, that would be every dream I had last night.
I was playing a virtual reality version of Zombie master. My "friend", who I don't know IRL chooses a map that is my old house ( 4 years a go I think ). She says that in this level, we will only get molotov cocktails. I see a bunch sitting on my table in my garage, and we all pick up as many as we can. I go inside, and my two friends have disappeared upstairs. I turn around to see a zombie about 15 feet behind me in my house. One of them yells down the stairs to use a molotov. I light one, and the match burns a hole in the sleeve of my house robe which I was wearing in the dream. That kills one of them. Two or three more come in. I pick up something large and made of metal ( not quite sure what it was ) and try to hit the zombie with it. I am utterly useless with anything except the molotovs. Every time I try to swing, my muscles seem to turn into jelly and I miss. I don't even have the strength to throw it at them. I think the dream ended there.
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