I have a lot. The only ones I use a lot are the DSi, the Wii, and the Xbox 360.
Mortars
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was up late at home walking around the house. The animals were freaking out for some reason, I calmed the cats as best as I could then went outside to check on the dogs. The dogs were hopped up against the fence listening to something, and I heard it too. There were several loud bangs nearby, sounding like grenades. A moment later, four futuristic bombs landed in the back yard and set the house, the trees, the deck, and the lawn ablaze. I reacted quickly, I grabbed the hose and turned it on and folded it, causing to water to build up in the rubber. I unfolded it high pressure water blasted out of it, and I quickly watered down the flames. The dream skips, and it's dusk, and I'm still on the deck. Another bomb flew over our house, except this time it was much bigger. I ran inside, and rushed my family out the door. A poison smoke bomb was left on the table. It is one of the bombs that react to any sudden unbalance in movement, so I gently picked it up and walked out the garage. Just before I got in the car, I dropped the bomb by accident, so I kicked it out of the way so the smoke wouldn't be near me and ran into the car. I did a reality check in the car, but it did not fail, and I concluded I was awake. Cars were rushing in both directions on the usually not so busy street I live on. We drove up the unoccupied road, but noticed that Nick was missing. I jumped out of the car and ran for him, but the road became a conveyor belt and hurled me to the bottom of the road, and my brother was with me trying to climb on it. We made it halfway, but slipped. A woman on a motorcycle pulled up nearby, and loaded a type of gun with a dart. She shot my parents with them and they passed out. I asked my brother, being the family ninja, to kill her. He got up and she shot him down. Oh lawd. The dream ended as soon as I heard the thwap of the dart on my brother.
Subconscious Love
NON-DREAM NON-LUCID LUCID
I was at a school. It seemed like a mix of a home school, my LA school, and my current school. Class was dismissed, and Rachel and I started walking down to the front exit of the school. For some reason, we sat down by a car together, in a way that only people going out would do, yet I don't like her anymore. She leaned on my shoulder and I stroked her hair. I saw my friend Chris, who also liked her, stare angrily at me. I said, "That looks like a face of a jealous person." Rachel laughed a little. I started getting worried, because I was getting odd stares from the guys who liked her too. I got up and said, "Sorry, I can't do this." I hopped into a car, Jenny as the driver. She was a lunatic driver, she didn't know how to use the stick, let alone brake. She drove the trees and over the sidewalk, while I kept yelling, "BREAK! BREAK! USE THE CLUTCH! SWITCH TO SECOND GEAR! I SAID SECOND GEAR, NOT FIFTH!" I could also see a HUD of speed, gear, gas usage, etc, and watched the numbers flip out. She then drove off a ramp into the sidewalk, and the car flipped upside down, and I braced for impact. The car slammed me out of my seat into the top of the hood. I climbed out, and stood up on the sidewalk. I had a broken wrist, it hurt pretty bad for a dream. The dream skips to the next day. At school, I turn to Rachel, and I noticed she already was staring at me, still sad-looking. She looked away as if looking at me was awkward, but I didn't. She turned back to me, and I shot her a look that said, 'I'm sorry, are we cool?' She smiled and nodded, and I turned back to the class. The bell rang, and the dream ended.
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