MythicDreams
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This is the first lucid I've had in a while. I ate Wensleydale cheese before going to bed - maybe that helped!

I was in a spacious house. Everyone was getting ready for a big journey in a car, and a guy my age was packing up - I heard his family calling him "Hey, we've only got a few minutes to go, you can't pack both of those at the same time!" or something. "OKAY, OKAY!" he shouted back angrily. I knew there were two pretty girls in the house, and I wanted to impress them. I walked over to the guy. "Need me to carry one of those to the car for you? I can help," I said. Without me even noticing the change, this kid turned into my brother all of a sudden. "NO. I don't need anyone else screwing stuff up for me, I'm stressed enough already! Now piss off!"
Needless to say, this made me pretty mad. There was some sort of drawing board in front of us, with a few diagrams sketched on it. Harnessing my mental power, I blew the drawing board to pieces just by wanting it to happen.
"See what I can do? I asked if you wanted any help, and you told me to piss off. I can end this world, you know!" I said. Walking away from more sarcastic comments, I strode over to a window. At this point, I wasn't even lucid yet! Looking out the window, I saw a car parked in the road below. People were getting into it one by one. Realising what I'd just done, I came to the conclusion that I was dreaming.

I think I jumped out the window then, landing safely. The two pretty girls were sitting in the front of the car. "Now or never," I thought. I walked over to the car and got in. One of the girls turned round to face me. "This is it! My perfect chance," I thought. But part of me still clung to reality. Everyone was watching me, and I feared their reactions. "If this isn't a dream, I'm screwed".
I leaned in closer to the girl, and kissed her. She kissed back. Nobody else even cared! It was great to just kiss a complete stranger like that with no repercussions. When the beautiful kiss was over, I was going to get out of the car and run back into the house, which was my home, but I decided to stay in the car. I wanted to see where the journey would take us.
"Looks like I'm staying, haha," I said, as we started to drive away. I felt myself losing clarity, so I rubbed my hands on the seats of the car and did a few reality checks, but nothing prevented my from falling into darkness, only to go into another dream.

Nightmare Game
Let's see if I can explain this for you. It's actually very interesting, and I found it very scary - so keep reading!

I was with my Dad, ready to play a videogame, but the way I accessed the save files was very weird.
There was a cylinder of stone, which had small angels carved into it. Below each angel it said the name of the level I was on, and the time and date I had saved at. There was also a statue of a tree (I think), and other carvings on rocks. It was like this huge centrepiece of carved stone, and I could access the save files of the game by interacting with the statues in real life. Very odd, I know. I chose to delete a couple of save files. The statues broke apart and fell into a moat of water around the centrepiece. Again, very strange.

Something about the angels, the save files, made me afraid. It was like I was preparing myself for a journey. A dark descent...
The game was top-down, set in the dungeons of a castle, I believe. There were demons, living dead, all manner of creatures which could drive a man to insanity.
But this was no easy hack and slash adventure game.
It was about creeping through dark corridors, hoping you wouldn't be seen, hoping you wouldn't be killed. It was a game, yet it was real at the same time. Imagine Amnesia from a top-down view, with weapons and more creatures. And then make it real.
This game was terrifying. But you know what? It was addictive. The fear and the adrenaline pushed me and my Dad onwards through blood-stained halls, seemingly empty passages, tombs, catacombs, crypts, and more, slaying horrible enemies all the way.
We played and played for ages, each step we took putting us in more danger.

-recall skip-

My character walked up out of a cellar, into a large modern house. It was eerie, and contrasted with the somewhat medieval setting of the world below. But something was wrong.

It seems that fear manifests itself quite strongly in dreams. It becomes a part of the world - it's not just a feeling any more, it creeps into everything. You can't escape it - everything feels wrong when you're afraid. Anything can turn against you in a dream - nothing is solid, nothing is permanent. An empty room could fill with enemies desperate to tear your heart out and feast on your living body.
This feeling haunts me in every nightmare I have.
I know subconsciously that every room I enter is putting me in more danger. The fear inside my brain can create more horrible things, causing more fear. There is no escape.

There was a % above my character, next to a skull. I knew that if this gauge reached 100%, my character would have some sort of seizure, and demons would manifest in his world, ready to kill him. It was horrible - I was battling my character's own sanity.
I exited the game, but the fear followed me. Exiting the game was pointless. It was real, it was still there. The gauge referred to me - not just my in-game character.
I had to research this medical condition which caused hallucinations - I had something to do with the vascular system (it doesn't exist, but in the dream it did) - and at any moment something could just "pop" and I would be plunged into a world of terror.
I reached for a nearby laptop, but I couldn't find Firefox on the start menu or desktop.

End of dream.
Wake up, then go back to sleep.

No Reflection
This dream wasn't scary, unless you count the fact that I nearly slipped down a huge waterslide (hey, I'm afraid of heights).

I was on some sort of desert fortress. It was a large building, and the architecture was almost alien in design. Think "Sandtrap" from Halo 3.
There was a gravity lift, which would shoot me over to another "arm" of the building a few hundred feet away.
I walked up to the gravity lift, and was flung into the air - but instead of going the full distance, I landed in the sand below, in the middle of the gap. I hit a piece of scrap metal.
Standing up, I walked towards some steps, back onto the strange building (or alien ship, who knows).
I went through a doorway, which lead to a normal dining room - except at the far end, there was the start of two waterslides! As I walked over to get a better look, I felt myself slip - oh no! I was sitting on the precipice of the second slide, feeling the water run underneath me. I struggled upright, and backed away from the edge. My subconscious does everything it can to make me do fall down huge drops, or go on rollercoasters and waterslides. Every time there's a perilous drop, I slip or find myself sliding towards it, almost like I'm being dragged. I think it's because I really don't want it to happen, so it does.
I turned around and faced the rest of the room.
There were some people I didn't recognise inside, now. They told me their names, and I told them mine.
"Yes, we know who you are," a middle aged woman said.
I had the feeling that I was famous or something, except I'd forgotten it.
"You know me? How?" I asked. "What did you see me in? What did I do?"
She mentioned something on TV or the theatre, I can't remember. My Dad appeared at some point, too.
My vision blurred and I felt dizzy, as a result of banging my head against the metal on the desert floor earlier. I walked over to the table, and looked in a big mirror on the wall. I couldn't see myself or my Dad! I had no reflection, but I could see lots of people eating dinner at the table in the mirror. When I looked for real, I saw nobody sitting there.
I said to my Dad, "Dad you have to look at this, quick! We've disappeared or something, just look at the mirror!"
The middle aged woman was still there, so I told her about our problem. She took out a camera to test if it would pick us up, but that seemed to trigger something.

Floating tiki heads started flying through the door, angered for some reason. They looked a bit like this.

I won't let them take me! I thought - even though I wasn't lucid, I managed to project white light at them, and shrouded myself in it. It was a sort of energy, and I used these powers to fight off the tiki heads.
End of dream.

There was a sort of false awakening too, or a "false reality", but it wasn't very exciting and I can't remember it well, so this is all for now!
As always, comments are appreciated.

Some other people and I were being chased by a group of guys. We were on an open plain, it was a sunny day, and I could see mountains in the far distance.
Some of the people chasing us were wearing loincloths, like they were a tribe of cavemen or something.
They carried rocks, and as we ran they threw them at us. A rock or two hit me on the head, and it hurt really badly. They caught up to us and started giving us a beating. I was knocked down.

Somehow I realised I was dreaming.
"This is crazy, I must be dreaming!" I thought. I did a quick nose-pinch, and sure enough I felt that awesome sensation of breathing through a shut nose - it was awesome because it meant I was God in this world.

Standing up, I decided to exact my revenge. Extending my arms, I felt the need for vengeance rise inside me. A swarm of bees flew out of the sleeves of my shirt, and descended upon my enemies. The attackers were engulfed - payback.
Fade to fragments.

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All was dark. I knew I was dreaming, so I decided to create some light. People often said voice commands worked, and there was my chance to try it.
"Let there be light," I said feebly.
Why couldn't I shout? I wanted to say something epic in a booming voice, that would turn on the lights. But my voice was so quiet!
"Activate... light," I tried to say. It was like my vocal chords had gone weak - I could hardly speak at all now.
And so I was doomed to blackness.

Had a lucid dream last night. It didn't go as I expected, and I faded into non-lucidity without realising. God, lucid dreaming can be tricky stuff.

So I was standing on a platform which jutted out from a skyscraper, way up high. Lined along this wide platform were huge artillery guns. The ground far below was brown-red, and scarred with craters. A war was clearly taking place.
Rolling along on the ground were big truck-like things. It was hard to tell what they were, because they were so small. In the sky were various aircraft, such as blimps. Anyway, I believe someone else was with me on the platform, but I can't remember who.
I knew we were under attack, and without hesitation I ran to one of the futuristic artillery guns. Pressing a button, I targeted a ground vehicle. A red box appeared on it, like in a flight simulation game, to tell me it had locked on.
The cannon fired. A glowing shell flew through the air and hit its mark. I noted that encircling the platform was a very faint, translucent bubble, which shimmered and shifted in the light.
I knew immediately that it was a force-field, an energy shield of sorts. It was the only thing protecting us from the aircraft.
After shooting with the artillery a little more, I reached out a hand, and touched the shield. Summing up my strength, I directed energy into it, feeling the power flow through me into the shield. It turned brighter and less translucent, more corporeal. But with the attacks of the aircraft, I knew it wouldn't hold forever.

I somehow came to the realisation that I was dreaming. I think it was because I used powers, and the only time I usually do that is when I'm lucid, so it triggered something inside me.
Nonetheless, I remembered what I'd said in waking life, about wanting to enter another world, one of my own creation.
But which world? I struggled to think of a decent place to go, and in the end it came to me - the one I most wanted to go to was the world of my unmade Java game! That was one of my best fleshed-out worlds, I knew it fairly well.
I brought to mind the concept art I had drawn, and imagined the land I had thought for so long about. For the second time ever, I attempted a dream-spin, concentrating on my destination.
The world changed without me realising it, as I spun round and round effortlessly. But when I came to a stop, I was looking at... a game, on a computer screen - my game. I haven't even started actual work on the game yet, only drawn concept art and written about it, so it was sort of cool to see it in a finished form (albeit not exactly like I am planning it). But I imagine the finished game in my head practically every day, so it's not anything new.
No, what I really wanted was to be able to feel the world, to breathe the dusty air of the desert planet I'm designing, to be able to speak with its inhabitants.
A voice, my subconscious I think, said exactly what I was thinking:
"Not quite what you were expecting, eh?"

A cruel mockery of my intentions - I wanted to see the world of my game, and in effect I got that. But it was literally my 2D game, not the real world I was hoping for.

So, here it is - I'm terrible at dream spinning. But I'm grateful for getting the chance to try.
Next time I'll try using a door portal, but I doubt that will work. I'll probably just wake up when I close my dream-eyes, or there will be nothing on the other side of the door.
Anyway, I shall try again if I get the chance.

I find lucid dream powers fickle and mostly a game of acting (expectations turn into results in dreams, I just pretend to do something and it happens). For me, the enjoyment is in experiencing the dream world.

Apparently, me and my parents were going on a rollercoaster trip across the country.
We sat in a Minecraft style cart, and set off along the tracks. I asked my mother how much the trip would cost, and she said "Hmm, well let's see, about a few million pounds".
I was shocked - in this dream, we had about 9 million pounds to spare (wtf) but I thought this was a massive waste of money even so.

I knew that we had booked some gay singer (Wallace from Scott Pilgrim or something, not that he was a singer), and I heard the music as we rolled along the tracks. Below us were plain green hills, but I saw him standing far below, singing for us, with a crowd around him.
I thought how lame the music was, and that it was a waste of money, again. But then something occurred to me.
"Rollercoasters...
They have big drops as standard. That's not good!" I thought.

INTERESTING REALISATION:
It seems like I can predict bad things happening in my dreams. I have a sort of basic awareness - "things I don't like happening often do happen if they can, in my dreams".
Does that make sense? It's probably because I've had a fair amount of dream experience, so I've become a dream-pessimist.
However, I think these things happen because most of the time, I expect them to. Ironically, if I shut up about it and stopped worrying, I would have nothing to worry about.

Anyway, my expectations did not fail me.
"Oh no!"
The coaster dropped down, perfectly in time with the singer's music, oddly. I felt the G-force as though it were real.
It was a perfect imitation of real life. I was dropping down, hanging on for dear life, the G-force pulling at my chest and stomach, until the coaster came to a slow.

I knew it wasn't over.
My vision went suddenly dark, and we dropped again and again. Falling, falling, falling.
Eventually, the light returned, and I discovered we were simply rolling alongside mountains! I clung on tightly, thinking about how dangerous the situation was.

At last, we lowered slowly to the ground, into some sort of station amidst the green hills. It became apparent to me that it was also a hospital. I was given a long black rubber tube, and somehow it was vital. We were still moving, albeit slower than normal.
I had a random fit of rage at the hospital.
"I hate them, I hate this place! They ruined my life! Screw you all!" I shouted, and threw the rubber tube down onto the tracks.

(I should note that in real life I had an operation last year, and recently I have been a bit worried, because I know I still have a lot of mending to do and I am afraid to do the things I used to, because they might hurt or damage me. However I in no way hate the hospital, if anything I am grateful. Still, mixed feelings often lead to anger in dreams, when our emotional side is stronger than our logical side)

I came to my senses as quickly as the rage had begun, and got worried.
"I... I need that, don't I?"
"Yeah" my Mum replied.
"Oh God... I shouldn't have thrown it, what do I do? WHAT DO I DO?" I cried out. For a reason I'm not quite sure of, that tube was very important. So I decided I would jump off the coaster and get it.
"I'll jump off and grab it, but how do I get back on? I'll be left behind!" I said, my guilt building up inside me.
"Ring this number," my Dad said, and told me some long telephone number.
"But that's too long! I won't remember that!" I said. I jumped off the rollercoaster, and started jogging by the side of it. I knew I could outrun it at that point, but it was turning the corner into the straight, and would soon pick up speed.
I ran back in the opposite direction for the tube, hoping I would be fast enough.

Next thing I know, the scene changes and I'm in the hospital by the station. I was in a relatively small blue-white room. A doctor was just done checking my chest.
"OK, next I'll need to check, well, you know," he said.
"What, you mean... those things?" I said, motioning downwards.
"Yeah, sorry, it's part of procedure."
So, I lied down on what looked like a reclined dentist's chair.

The scene changed, and I was standing in the room again.
I wondered what had happened. It was like he had never mentioned anything of the sort, an alternate reality or something.
"OK, so I'll take some scans of your chest, just lie down please," he said calmly. I did as I was asked.

Instant scene flip.
I was in a different doctor's room, which had walls a slightly subtle shade of red. I was still lying down, in the exact same position as before. There was a different doctor standing over me.
"What happened? I was just there... did I go under anaesthetic or something? I don't remember that happening, this isn't right," I said, beginning to doubt the realism of the situation.

Then I woke up.