Bizzare 5+ dream sequence with interspersed lucidness
Right, so I have lucid dreams rather frequently (figure about times during the workweek with random bursts of 5+ a week) and can usually recall my dreams almost every night, but usually I only remember one or two of my dreams. Last night was weird in that I had five different dreams in order, remembered them all, and then went lucid for half of the last one before waking up, going back to sleep, and having another one.
Initial Dream:
Living at my house, preparing to move to Massena, New York
Lots of books for some reason stacked aside my TV, was remarking on how three were basically the same which was pretty stupid. I was excited because I knew where Massena was, but thought it was an idiotic excitement in my second dream because it was a six plus hour drive to get there.
Finally got out of the house and began to drive, whereupon I shifted scenes
I Found myself in front of a large white brick two story building in the inner city surrounded by fences on each side but the front; another fence bordered the side and had two large light poles ostensibly to prevent people from tagging the side of it as most other buildings where covered with graffiti. Was implied to be my new house, somehow realized that I was no longer myself but Arsenio Hall. I was then being chased by a group of people; I wasn't scared but thought it was pretty funny and found myself jumping 50+ feet in the air onto the tops of buildings in avoiding them; the city layout wasn't that of a real city, but more of like a platformer game so there was a wealth of connected rooftops for me to make use of. Got to the top and tried to tell some guy to hide me, told me "no, you're on the way to hell" which I thought was funny so I just lept off the side of the building and fell backwards, I went into third person and Hall evaporated as he fell, and I shifted to the next scene.
I was in a little shop in what I percieved to be New York City. I exited the shop and realized I couldn't be in New York, because the street was far too wide, there were far too few people, and there were three large communication towers (the red and white striped ones you find all over) behind the street obstructed by a long line of buildings; I made my way south and the city started to gradually become covered with foilage and moss, before I reached an abrupt stop where in front of me lay just ocean; to my left the buildings had been dulled to just a plant covered rock like structure, and to my right layed a relatively short cliff which continued off into the distance. I shifted to another scene.
Know I was going to school for something; I was given a bedroom atop a large building; it was only 20 or so stories, but was set up with two flanking wings which where entirely made up of single bedrooms, the entire structure was hilarious umpuportional, with a king sized bed taking up the entire room, and being the lucky person I am I was given the room that was atop the wing and outside so I could easily fall off the edges. The center of the building continued upward and formed a crown somewhat like the Trump building in uptown New York City. I traded rooms with the girl below me, and climed down the grooved ladder attached to the side of the building to street level. I walked past a large glass building, entering a three story pub looking structure. It was rather dark and everything (the walls, booths, roof, etc) were made out of an extremely dark wood, and I remember searching for a route to the stairs; the door was locked, so I walked around the ground floor, noticing people I knew before finding a large passageway to the basement; it was a large shopping center, forming the shape of a horseshoe; I made my way to the left, examining the various displays. I remember looking to see if there was a Guess section, which there was, but there was no merchandise, just a flimsy sign hanging above the display area. I realized I was probably dreaming at this point, but there was no random waking up, it had a sort of "ehh, I must be dreaming might as well mess with stuff" so I didn't change anything.
I remember picking up one of those diecast toy aircraft they sell and examining the box; it was an F16, and I remember thinking it was funny that I could not freehand a proportional an F16 but the one in the box my mind had put together in a dream was proportionally correct; I remember feeling the box, and it felt very much real with rubbing that cardboard material that lines the back of the package and shaped plastic that surrounds the toy against my fingertips. I decided to mess with the dream staff, and looked for someone to help me; I asked where their Guess products where, and the employee took me to the display, to which I pointed out nothing was there. He had me follow him upstairs, where I was shuttled into a large conference room in the pub like building with a number of people sitting at a table discussing things. I was taken to the left and sat down in a large chair that faced a projection screen. He started playing a film, which talked about the appeal and draw of the brilliant Guess Suit, to which I pointed out what Guess actually was to him, noting they produced designer jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, dress shirts, watches, etc, and that I was not looking for a suit, to which he started speaking again but it was a nonsensical stream of words that didn't make any sense, so I literally said aloud "lol dream people" before walking outside. It was no longer a cityscape but rather an Australian outback like environment, with people walking in a circle back toward the city which was now off in the distance about a half mile. I noticed two girls in front of me, one of which was insulting my mother for some reason. I was wondering what they were doing and laughing at their conversation, when my brother came running in out of nowhere and punched the one girl who had been insulting my mother in the face, and she fell over, got up and started throwing up uncontrollably. I started laughing, wondering why my brain had made up such a stupid situation to put me in when I woke up.
I got a drink and returned to sleep, and had another dream where I was attempting to save the world for some cryptic threat with a white Barack Obama and George W Bush, before playing GTA IV in my house and listening to alternative hip-hop instrumentals that I remember never having heard.
All and all a rather strange experience.
