Squilli0
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So I can't remember how it started, but I remember I was living in some hilly area, and it gave me the impression of Wales. It was rainy, and I was living in some underground cave with a lot of my friends. Some of them I didn't recognise, but somehow knew they were friends. I went to a pizza shop with one of them, but on the way, my hair went white with purple streaks (I was suddenly in 3rd Person) and I was shooting lightning bolts out of my hands. My friend said something really strange that I can't remember, and ran off into the pizza shop. I was quite hungry, so I followed him, but found my parents inside the shop. I ate a BBQ pizza, and asked my parents if they saw my friend. They said he ran off through the door on the other side of the restaurant, and I went through said door, but found myself in the large training room from "The Hunger Games". Someone was trying to teach me swords, and I vaguely remember running outside after about an hour of this.

I found myself outside, and it was suddenly sunny. I saw my friend, and suddenly I became lucid. I flew around, propelling myself with lightning bolts out of my hands, and realising I had no set goal, decided to go along with the dream. The scene changed, and I was in some chinatown area with someone I know. However, the setting was strange, in that it seemed to be from around 1900, and the place was a mess. The streets and houses were in disrepair and the people looked downtrodden.

Suddenly, a man with a crazed look in his eye, almost as menacing as the gun in his hand spotted me and my friend. We ran away, and the street we had walked down was now a forest. My friend got hit in the leg, and I tried carrying him, but he was much bigger than me. The killer was approaching rapidly, and my friend told me to run into the forest.

Inside the forest, it was like something out of the hunger games. Land mines were exploding everywhere, and I vaguely remember small, bomb shaped objects rolling around, but not exploding. I ran through the forest for a good 5 minutes, still lucid, when I found myself on a dirt track through a hilly Pine forest. It was beautiful really, but I had that knowledge you get in dreams, that explains your surroundings. I had the feeling that it was post apocalyptic, and society had broken down. My theory was confirmed when a large group approached me. They were armed, and told me the were looking everywhere for me, implying I was a member of the group. We walked about 50 metres, but some knew faction of raiders ambushed us. They captured me, and took me to their ramshackle village. I was toured around, and it seemed to be on the edge of a large canyon-esque terrain. The person leading me around was a strangely friendly woman with red hair, and after the tour she locked me in a small box for about an hour.

It was terrifying really, and the whole time it looked like the walls of the box were compressing towards me. I remembered that I was dreaming, and having none of it, teleported outside the box. I ran up a set of sandstone stairs, and found myself in a dusty ring, where a chimpanzee was chained to a pole. It was swinging its arms at me, clearly agitated at my intrusion. I woke up suddenly.

Having woken up, I went downstairs and had a bowl of cereal. And then I woke up again, in my bed. My mum was shouting at me to wake up, calling me a lazy ass, etc. I confronted her, and she walked away briefly, but then returned with a large cardboard box on her head. She was shouting at me, and it was hilarious. I then woke up once again, and my mum was waking me up for school. Wary that it was another false awakening, I shut my eyes, and woke up two minutes later. I am still unsure if it was a dream or not.

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Dream 1: Me, my dad and my uncle are with some archaeologist guy. We went to some places I can't remember, until we sailed off to some Mayan ruins on the coast of California. I found a really small tiger cub, and rescued him from the water, and stepped back on the barge. He was scratching me, but I trained him to lay off by shouting "No! Bad boy!" as if he were a dog. I domesticated him and called him frosty. (BTW we don't have frosty flakes in Australia, no clue how I got it.) I lived on the barge with him for a while, and tried teaching him to swim. He sunk like a stone. Freaking out about sharks, I fished him out, and started crying

We lived on the barge for a while, and we tried stepping off of the floating barge and into the water, but frosty fell straight into the gap between the two craft, and into the water. I tried fishing him out, but instead found my neighbours dog, minus one leg. The dog tolled me to watch out, because there was a shark down there. I didn't care, and kept searching for frosty. I thought I felt his mouth, because I could feel teeth, so I grabbed them and pulled upwards. It turned out to be a giant shark, but suddenly we were in a small room I used to live in, and the shark just plopped onto my bed. Now I couldn't find frosty, and this has kind of given me a sad start to the day . Things merge into dream 2, the far better one, so Dream one can cut off here.

Dream 2: I started going to my old school for whatever reason. I had to walk down a dirt track to the main school area, which was about a 1Km walk. As I was walking, some kid younger than me threw a pebble at my head. Ignoring him, because that's what I'd tend to do in real life, he came up and started grabbing my hair.

That pissed me off a fair bit, so I grabbed him in an arm lock, and I did a shoulder throw, and then body slammed him. I was all hulk mode, so I also dislocated a few of his fingers until he promised to piss off. I got off of him, and he suddenly grabbed a shiny plastic dinner plate and swung it at my head. We started fighting for a while, and he mixed up the words "deflection", "reflection" and "refraction".

"Aw' hell naw."

I went all grammar Nazi mode, and stopped in the middle of the fight to give him an English lesson. Eventually he got bored, and left. I finished walking down the dirt track, and I found a part that looked remarkably like my current school. I also noticed some people who were from my current school, one kid in my yeargroup and one Japanese exchange student. I said hi to the kid, and おはようございます to the exchange student, but as soon as I greeted them they changed form into people I didn't know .

Aaaaaanyway. I walked deeper into the school, and it seemed more like a vertical city in a skyscraper. Everyone looked really hostile, and I was feeling a bit out of place. I was getting thirsty (My throat is dry and hurts IRL) so I stepped into a little cafe. Seeing a large amount of thick rimmed glasses, I deducted it was either the nerd or hipster water hole. Everyone was sitting down and reading quietly, so I figured it was a nerd area. I went to buy some water from the counter, and I took ages to get served. I asked for bottled, and got it in a glass, which annoyed me.

I didn't pay for it (Huge dreamsign of mine, not paying for things ) and sat down at a bench. It turned out to be someone I actually remember from that school! Success! He gave me some rice with meatballs, and we chatted about the school. I realised I was dreaming, because the school was so different, I hadn't payed for my drink and I had had that dawning sensation of dreaming I've been getting in the last few LD's. I looked at my hands, which deceptively seemed quite realistic, but trusting my brain, they soon morphed into E.T. hands. I started to drop out of the dream, and everything faded to white, and I opened my eyed to my room.

Nurp. We have unfinished business, dream.

Despite opening my eyes like a dumbass, I rolled over, and focused on the scene I was in. It materialised, and I spun around slowly to get the details, accidentally closing my "dream eyes" a few times, which made me freak out. Remembering the basic TOTM I, which I still haven't done, I ran up to the nearest kid and shouted in his face, "Ablibablalalaasdfjhl kagvj".

Nada. The little poo completely ignored me.

Trying again with another kid, I did the same thing. Still no response. He was too engrossed with Star Wars: The Phantom Menace The Novel, or something along those lines, I seemed to remember Darth Maul on the cover. Frustrated, I stormed outside and checked out the nearest shop, which was now a surf/ski shop. Realising I don't really surf, and I'm not skiing until September, (Which in Australia = Spring. I know, I didn't book it.) I left.

Delving deeper into the school, it merged into a reaaaaaaally posh department store, with waiters carrying gilt trays of fancy food every where. I walked around, getting lost and interrupting people's meals, until I realised that, hey, I'm still dreaming, I may as well try to find some of my old friends.

Never mind, dream's fading.

Nuuuuuuuurp. DEILD again. Hop into dream. I wasn't thinking too straight, so I decided to use dream control to rather than summon my friends, locate their heat signatures . Anyway, They were upstairs and far away, so after a quick stabilisation, I flew up into the ceiling and phased through it into an expensive baby clothing store. Still not finding my friends, I quickly decided to have fun by shattering glass windows. I noticed that the windows did not shatter n shards, but into square voxel-ish things. Meh.

Continuing to search for my friends I popped into a large garbage room and found two guys who were not my friends .

And, wake up once more. DEILD once more. Stabilise once more.

Anyway the guys were really fat, sort of like Fiddle Dee and Fiddle Dum, but more colourful. One had dream control, the other did not, so it must have been a fairly high level LD if one of them had control over the dream. Apparently the room was going to contract and kill us all . I found no way out that didn't involve falling and very likely dying, and I knew falling would wake me up, so I waited until a hatch in the ceiling popped down with a very short rope leading about 2 metres below the hatch in a 30 metre tall room :I. Me and the functioning twin grabbed the non dream control one, and we flew up sluggishly. We mispositioned ourselves and hit the rim of the hatch. Twice. Third time lucky, we got everyone grabbing the rope, and we immediately got pulled up through a long pipe. It was sort of like fruit ninja, but each of us had a different fruit to slice. I had a grapefruit of some kind. Anyway, I start to lose lucidity and wake up after this.