Calisia

There was a battle between humans and demon-possessed human corpses. After fighting off the demons in a few locations, me and the crowd of people I was with settled into a large house near the coast that faced an inlet. There were only a few of the demons roaming around there. I had no weapons and could not fight the demons so I would close the door of the house to keep the demons out. I was very scared of them.

I don't remember the exact moment I became lucid but I had frequently been taking trips to the locations where the demons had been conquered. I had been flying to the locations and then hovering around trying to find out what was going on with the demons, why they were invading and why there were so many of them. I eventually realized I was dreaming because of the flying and floating. Even though I realized I was dreaming, I was still caught up in the story of the dream and worried that my body was sleeping in a place where I was vulnerable to demons. I took a couple flights through the sky but mostly hovered and levitated around the house, showing the other people, including my parents. My parents did not like it, but a teenage girl did like it and was very excited to tell her mom. None of the other dream characters could fly.

Some of my flying attempts were unsuccessful and I would jump up and gently land on the floor. I had to maintain a relaxed concentration to hover or fly well. I was so excited about being able to fly because the demons in their corpse bodies could not fly so it was the perfect way to avoid them. I also thought I might use powers like shooting energy out of my hands to fight the demons. I did eventually realize that since I was dreaming there weren't really any demons, and that was kind of disappointing. At times the dream became so ordinary, just me being inside the house with the other people, that I had to convince myself that I was still dreaming. I did so my telling myself that if I weren't dreaming anymore I would have remembered waking up, and I hadn't remembered waking up, so that is how I knew I was still dreaming. Then I just looked around at how real everything looked.

I eventually lost lucidity and the dream continued until I woke up.

There was a white building, to be entered by one person each day, alone, to solve a puzzle. The solving of the puzzle involved finding items in the building and putting them together somehow to create some part of a message. It wasn't like a jigsaw puzzle but it was like solving a mystery. The outside of the building looked like a white church but the inside was more like a house but it didn't have much stuff in it. While I was in there I felt like there were demons or little ghosts following me and I felt like I would be doomed or die if I didn't solve the puzzle for the day.

Then the next day my mom was in there and I was outside playing on some parallel bars with some kids and other people and I was worried about my mom being in there because of the demons but my mom came out and she was fine. One day a different woman went in to solve the puzzle and she had to go on a conveyor belt through a machine that tattooed her with weird tattoos that were supposed to help solve the mystery. I went in one day and found little vials and I thought I was going to have to drink poison but the vials just had words on them that I had to match up with words on other objects. I began to wonder if the demons were just in my imagination and it was just a game, but I was still a little scared. On several consecutive days I would walk into the building to do the puzzle and there would be a fat woman naked on the toilet and I would be embarrassed and walk away and would be annoyed because only one person is supposed to be in the building and I wanted to do the puzzle but she was already in there wasting time when she should be in there doing the puzzle.

In a different dream I went back to my room at my parents' house. It was different. Instead of being one, big, empty room, it was two little rooms connected together with a bunch of my stuff in there. It wasn't a mess, but just looked like I had been doing things in there and then suddenly left for a long time. I think in the first little room I had my own laundry room because I started picking up some of my clothes and putting them into the washer.