Turquoise Dreams

Resistance in my hometown
I don't know who we were fighting. We were organized militia in modern times. Had some bases underground (literally) and fought in trenches. When we were not fighting, we drove around in cars, looking for supplies. Help arrived - soldiers from another country (US?), but they just mostly observed. In general, very good feeling from the dream. We were the good guys. I like the feeling fighting for good cause gives me. I still remember it, although I had it more than 20 years ago.

Airplanes falling down
Had several of these all within a year or two.
- I'm standing at the bridge in my hometown and see a plane flying over, it's going to crash, feeling of inevitable danger.
- I'm at the end of the runway and airplane is about to crash while approaching me while trying to land.
- I'm at the airport in a huge modern city. Looking up at the beautiful airplanes. Suddenly I know, one is going to crash. it starts to make loops and maneuvers to recover, but it crashes anyway.

Defending my house
I'm standing at the end of the yellow hallway, just at the door to the kitchen, with weapons ready. Somebody is about to attack through the front door. There is more of us. We have long rifles. There is no shortage of weapons. Before fight I went to the basement and got some automatic weapons from cabinets. I was pleasantly surprised, had no idea, we had such a great stuff in a basement. When I asked to have my weapon changed for something better, they obliged. Again, good feeling from the dream. Now I just have to work on having enough ammo. I usually have only a few bullets and then i have to substitute with bread crumbs, pebbles, and whatever I get my hands on. That's frustrating. Dream is in full color, bright.

Low gravity for me
I love these dreams. It seams that for me, the gravity is much lower than for the others. So I can easily climb on the outside of tall buildings, where there are balconies. I just grab the railing on a balcony and propel myself to the next, just with help of arms, I don't really need to use my legs.
It works the same on the stairs. I can either jump down from top of the stairs, or in a tall stairwell, I grab a handrail and propel/lower myself. I loved doing this at School while amazing everybody.
I loved to exit my second story house this way - got on a balcony, climb to the outside and lower myself to the ground, or jump/fly to the street light and fly from there.

Hiding/escaping through a maze of corridors/doors
Also love these dreams. Someone in authority is looking for me/chasing. I'm in a place with lots of short hallways with lots of small rooms that have doors in every direction. I go from room to room, putting distance between me and whoever is giving chase. Good feeling from these dreams, I like to be chased, it's mostly a game for me and I always get away.

The end of the world
I have had a couple of these.
- I'm in California. Nice sunny day. Suddenly I look up and there are ICBM missiles with con trails flying very high up, slowly and quietly, from direction of the ocean towards the inland. I have a feeling of certain end. Try to make a phone call to my mom in Europe.
- This is more dark. It's war. I'm in a city darkened by smoke. Everything is burning. Buildings, puddles of water. I'm hiding in a bigger puddle of water, big as Olympic size swimming pool.

Mode of transportation
Sometimes when in a hurry and for some reason I'm not flying (it's a non-lucid, after all), this is what I do:
I lay down and hover few inches off the ground and propel myself with my hands touching the ground and kicking off the ground with my feet, as if my body was a surfboard and hands and legs like a surfers, when he lays on a board. I can go quite fast like this. I do it, when I need to hurry and running feels like going through molasses. When I tire of moving like this, I turn on my back and "swim" with my arms like you would butterfly in the water and kicking off the ground with my feet. Always happy to "air surf".