Lucid Time!

This is sort of confusing, because the actual content of last night's dream was me on Dreamviews, typing and trying to recall what had happened in the dream that I had just had. The dream that I was typing about had something to do with me at some beach. I can also remember something about walking along a boardwalk that was crumbling away.
False awakening at it's finest.

I was with my mom. She tells me something about some guy building giant generators and doing things with the earth's gravity that periodically have fluctuations that may reverse gravity or make things fall sideways or in any unusual direction.
So I was just sitting at the breakfast bar and gravity inverts as you would expect after what I was told. I fell onto the ceiling and then back onto the floor.
I suddenly realized how outlandish this was that gravity was altered. BAM get lucid! This is a dream. For some reason I decide to do some flying, but I stink at flying.
I step outside onto the front porch with the expectation that I will rocket into the air, but nothing happens.
Then my mom says that she is going to the gym and starts putting duffel bags into her car. I lose lucidity and decide to go with her. I start packing too, then I wake up.

I was looking at myself in the mirror, and the mirror was fogging up as though ice was forming on it. This all seemed very strange, so I decided to do a nose plug RC. It worked, and I could breathe.
The mirrior began to defog, and for some reason my upper lip stretched out in a freakish manner. I yelled stop and it returned to normal. Then, for some strange reason, i ordered my hair to grow really long.
I remembered that I wanted to build a "dream base" or some kind of building or place that I would always go to in lucid dreams. (This was my goal before I took my break) I looked outside from the window in my room and saw an empty dirt lot.
Perfect, I thought. I began making my way downstairs. I told myself that I was dreaming over and over. When I got outside, the lot had converted to grass, and the setting had changed quiet alot, but there was still a considerable amount of room to do my construction.
I started by gesturing my hands and creating a foundation. Orgiginally, it was just a blue holographic outline on the ground, but slowly, it materialized. The foundation I happened to create was a concrete slab with some cobblestones around the side.
I gestured my hands up for a tower. Bricks appeared out of thin air, and would slide into their correct place and fuse together. I stepped back and had created a large brick tower, perhaps about eight stories tall. But the tower was skewed and crooked.
I gestured back down, and the tower deconstructed and faded away. I decided to try again.
I began creating concrete and glass pieces and moving them, ensuring that they were connected at the proper angle. But I didn't really know what I wanted to create.
Some dream characters came along and began annoying me and yelling taunts. I punched one of them, and sent him rocketing into the air. But the others continued to annoy me. I couldn't seem to punch them the same
I could tell that the dream was losing stability, and I came up with a clever solution.
I drew a box around my unfinished base, and flew up into the air.
"Okay, lets cut it and move it somewhere else"
I saw a holographic menu come up that said "copy" but the dream had destabilized, I woke up.

Well, I should probably draw my dream base and know what I want to make before I try to build it again. Nice attempt though, it's good to know that I have construction powers in dreams.

This whole dream was extremely distorted through the passage of time. I can only remember a few moments, so either I've forgotten large portions or they were never really part of the dream in the first place.
I was down in new Mexico staying in some resort with my family. The resort was small but very luxurious with a few stucco cabins around a pool and some palm trees and such. There were no other buildings besides the resort.
After awhile, Somebody said something about a nuclear war taking place. My parents drove a short ways down the road to a bunker.

I was inside the bunker, and I watched the steel door close as bombs fell outside. A woman came over next to me and she explained to me that she was the wife of the "mayor" of the bunker. The bunker was actually a small underground city in a mountain. There was a huge domed room in the middle with grass growing in it. All around it were the housing units for the bunker.
I was telling the woman how blown away I was by this. That everyone outside of the city was dead. I mean sure my parents were still alive but everyone else that I knew. I started feeling really sad and the woman told me that this was a new life for everyone, and a chance to start over.

Time "fast forwarded" and I had graduated high school. In the bunker, this always happened, I was told the day you turned eighteen. I graduated with a small group, maybe ten or fifteen people. Also, there was no college in the bunker so graduating high school was considered top of the line education.

Time went in fast forward again. I was 21 now and I had gotten married. The rule was that everyone had to get married at 21 so that the human population could continue to survive in the bunker until it was time go back to the surface.
All I can remember was meeting my "wife" who was this woman wearing a blue dress and having brown hair. After we got married, I had to leave for something but she was staying at the party.

I was in the main room with my "wife" supposedly it was late at night, but there was no way of telling time in the underground bunker system. She said that normally she wasn't allowed to do this, but there was something going down and she needed to show me.
She swiped a card and opened a door in the side of the main room that led into this botanical garden room with all of these tropical plants. There was alot of mist being put out by these climate control units and it was very hot and muggy. I don't know why she showed me the tropical room.

Time continued to run on fast forward. I had grown very old and the time was coming that we could leave the underground bunker city and return to the surface because the radiation from the nuclear war had gone down. The mayor of the city called me into his office one day.
There was a plate with a waffle on his desk, but part of the waffle was broken away, as though it had been burned. He explained to me that the food generator that the city used was malfunctioning. He showed me a large room with all of these food items floating in it. Many of them had the same issue, burned pieces missing. He explained to me that we had to leave the bunker soon otherwise the generator could fail completely and everyone would soon starve.

I started off having some kind of anxiety dream about being late for school or something. When I arrived at school, I knew something was fishy about the situation because this has been such a common dream for me.
I do a nose-plug reality check, and find out I can breathe. I do it again, and confirm that I am, in fact dreaming. At this point, I was in my high school's parking lot and it was very foggy. (Not in that the dream itself was unstable, but the area was realistically foggy)
I began to go about my business. I tried to stabilize, and I yelled out "I'm lucid dreaming!"
A dream character turned around. "Oh, No you dont!" He yelled as he ran at me. He was a pale and thin man, quite a bit taller than me in a black leather coat. He had short black hair.
He tried to punch me, but (being lucid) I kicked him in the chest and sent him flying back several feet. He pulled out a knife and ran towards me again. He tried to stab me in the left shoulder, but the knife broke when it hit me.
Another dream character showed up, quite a bit younger with dirty blonde hair in a sort of bowl cut. I just stood there to see what they would do. The black haired man took out a handgun and started shooting at me. I looked down in front of me and saw the bullets hitting my body and falling on the pavement.
The blonde man opened the trunk of a red car and took out an assault rifle, something like an AK-47 or something. He handed it to the black haired man. "Here! Try this!"
Sure enough he started shooting me. The bullets were just falling on the ground and I was confident these DCs would just give up eventually. I didn't realize that I was losing stability.
The Blonde man reached into the trunk again and took out an RPG. He handed it off to the black-haired man who shot it at me. I held up my hand and sort of caught the blast in my palm, deflecting the explosion away from me.
I woke up.

Sort of sucks that I just stood there. But at the same time, funny to see DCs fail at killing me.

Fragment

I was at the path intersection by the middle school from my old subdivision. It was summertime.

Fragment

I was on some beach or pier looking across a harbor to some high-rise apartment building. It was overcast/very cloudy and raining.

Fragment

Some kind of conspiracy about NASA. Supposedly there had been a shooting at the nasa offices and 26 people were killed. They locked the building with all of the bodies in it. Nobody had found them until "now" and they had all become skeletons. I remember seeing horrific imagery of skeletons and being told the story, that's all.

Dream. (Saturday Night)

I was given the power to create my own planet. I began creating this world with beautiful tropical forests and mountain ranges. There was a large sinkhole that all of this water was falling into.
Eventually some people came along in this high tech vehicle. It was a sort of grayish green color with huge wheels and this large satellite dish on top. When they activated it, it began sucking things twoards it, like some kind of gravity ray. There was a sort of blue aura to it.
I wanted to stop the ray, being the creator. I flew in (I had been flying the entire time I was creating the planet.) But I got trapped myself.

Dream (Last Night)

I was out on the ocean, in a dingy. I think my mother was there, as well as this old man with a beard and a cap on. It was nighttime and very dark. Although there was some light from the huge full moon.
The old man explained to me that there were dangerous snakes in the water. He explained that if they try to bite you, you have to shake them off quickly or they extend their teeth and poison you.
Then, the dingy started sinking. (Of course!) I swam clear and looked around, the shore was only about a quarter-mile away, and I decided to swim. I looked down and saw the snakes in the water.
They were only about three-four feet long and about an inch or two in diameter. They had a black and yellow diamond pattern down their backs. The issue was, there were at least a dozen just in my immediate area.
I felt one of the snakes bite my hand. I shook my hand off and I saw him fly back. When he did, it was kind of in slow motion, and I saw that he did not have teeth, just knobs in his gums where the fangs should be. But the knobs would open and the teeth would come out.
I kept swimming, but there were so many snakes, I had to shake my whole body constantly to keep them from biting me.

Another Dream (Last night)

I was standing on or near the ground. Someone was behind me. They did not show themselves or anything, though they told me that I was dreaming. I could somehow sense that they were behind me.
Then, they lifted me up into the air. We flew many miles up until the clouds were way below us. They said that they were going to drop me, and that I would have to start flying on my own.
I looked down, and realized that I was so high up that I could probably start flying before I got too close to the ground. If not, atleast have fun "falling with style"
When they released me, I fell the entire distance in only a second or two. When I hit the ground, I was paralyzed, and couldn't move. I slowly started sinking into the ground and realized that the ground was turing into small colored squares. It was around this time that I lost lucidity.
I broke through the ground and saw the whole world that I had just been to crumble away into colored squares, until eventually it was just one square and the square slowly faded away.

So anyways, I don't think this officially counts as a lucid dream. Not a good one anyway. It was way to hazy and unclear. I can say I was lucid, but I can't really call this lucid dream on that issue.

I was playing some kind of video game. You were given a palate with a bunch of clouds in certain shapes and you could place them at any height and position in the sky over a large meadow. The objective was to create a destructive storm, and the more destructive you storm, the more points you got.
I began arranging my clouds all in one area trying to create a large thunderstorm to complete the objective of the game. I should also note that this game had very realistic effects such as shadows and the ground below.
Eventually, I ran out of "money" and couldn't change the clouds anymore. I was taken down on the ground and given a small Jeep or something and was allowed to drive along a winding road and look at the different cloud formations that I had created.

My family, had for some reason decided to move to a third-world contry for four years just to experience it. We were all living in a large two-room tent that was filled with a wide array of clutter and supplies.
I cannot remember very many of the details. Just that everyone was sleeping one large inflatable mattress with a ragged blanket. I felt very uncomfortable and grimy the entire time.

I was outside my old middle school. I got attacked by fire ants and I wasn't able to brush them off.

A man was telling me about how he had headed the creative team of a new video game. He told me that the plot of the game was a zombie apocalypse, and the character that you played as was a young girl with a wedding gown. (The wedding gown was tattered and had blood stains.) And the entire game had a very interesting artistic feel because there was a graphics engine that made the game look like a watercolor painting.

I was in a castle-city that looked like Solitude from the game skyrim. Eventually, the city began to lose accuracy to the game and became very large and modern. I stopped flying at the very top of a mountain and thought about doing a parkour run down the buildings built into the mountain and to the ocean. I woke up before I could do so.

I've spent the last few days at my cousins house, helping him to complete the campaign in Halo 4. No doubt contributed to this dream as well.

Halo 4.

So I was at my cousin's house, in the front yard rather. We were having some sort of family gathering, like a picnic or something.
Then a Promethean knight. (One of the enemies from the game) stepped out onto their front porch from inside the house and began shooting at everyone.
My cousin gave me one of the weapons from the game. (I think that it was the scattershot.) I ran up towards the house in sort of an arc, and when I ran past him, I fired at point blank range, and he burned away.
After that I looked around and saw crawlers. (Another enemy from the game.) making their way towards me from nearly every direction. My cousin took out a weapon from the game too. I think he had a DMR or something. We started shooting, but my dream recall fades away.

Death Centipede.

I was in some kind of clinic or hospital because I had a catterpillar or centipede of some sort attached to my arm. All I can remember was the insect had was about 1-2 inches long with four black spikes on each of its ~10 segments.
I tried to remove it, but the spikes were stuck in my skin. Some doctor or someone was telling me to just let the creature do its thing and it would release.
I watched as the creature began sucking blood somehow. In between the groups of spikes, it delicately suspended drops of my blood until the creature was covered in drops of blood. It then detached and my arm started bleeding pretty bad. Luckly, a doctor had a dressing ready and wrapped it around my arm.

Why do I have so many hunger games dreams?! I'm not even that into hunger games!

So, yes. I was in the hunger games again. Somebody was helping me get ready. The arena that we were to participate in was really cool because it consisted of all of these floating stone pillars.
A man came up to me and began looking at me. I suddenly get taken out of my own body and start watching him and me both from the perspective of the dream.
He says that he wants to make my hair black (instead of dark brown.) He does this with a simple wave of his hand.
He then says that I need to look like a cyborg. He attaches this metal plate to one side of my face. It was sort of a bronze color with this glowing green lens were my eye was.
I ask him why he's making me look like this. He explains that it's the hunger games and they want everyone to look really cool.

So I was in the gymnasium at my old middle school, and a football game was taking place. But I wasn't participating, but rather I was flying around on a small, wooden chair.
I specifically remember seeing one boy who apparently did not know the rules of football because he caught the ball, then stood there dazed and confused.
So I basically spent my time weaving through the players and enjoying the flying chair. I learned to control it, but as I did, I noticed that I was having more and more difficulty flying. (I could control the chair by holding onto the side of the seat, pulling up on one side would cause me to bank and therefore turn. Pulling up on both sides would go up. Leaning forward would make me go forward) Early on, I was flying high above everyone's heads, near the ceiling of the gymnasium, but by this point I was only a few inches off the ground.
I flew over into the corner and got off. There was an old woman there who requested to have a flying chair too. A second wooden chair appeared.
At this point, I wanted to try and get into the air again, so I got onto my chair, and flew into the wall. But before I hit it, the chair tilted to the wall, so the bottom was facing the wall. I went straight up the side of the wall about ten feet, then flipped around and glided back down towards the floor. I tried to keep going higher, but the flying wooden chair seemed to be out of power because it could barely hover, and eventually the chair was scraping against the ground until I came to a stop in the middle of the gymnasium.
I kept trying to get the flying chair to work some more, but it refused. I think that I woke myself up out of my frustration.

I should try that chair in a lucid dream. Tonight, maybe. My next lucid dreaming experiment is to try to create a "dream base". I can remember reading somebody's forum post about the idea. The concept is to incubate a dream inside your base so you become lucid. I think that the intent of building a base with the knowledge that you would return may increase the number of lucid dreams.

My family was taking a guided tour on some kind of van. Although the van had no roof, or walls. Only about five rows of benches on a chassis with a hood and engine on the front. There was not a central aisle down the benches, you had to climb in from either side.
I was sitting there, (as I do when I usually get bored) I started thinking about lucid dreaming. I begin to realize that I'm dreaming. I want to get off of the moving van before I can do anything.
I get up and begin walking toward the side of the vehicle. I imagine that when I get there, I can jump clear of the side and fly away, but instead I just fall into the road.
I see a white minivan driving right at me, and jump out of the road onto the shoulder. I do a nose plug RC just to confirm that this is indeed a dream.
I notice a small path leading up from the side of the road and decide to follow it. I walk up a small hill and find an entire city just over the hill. The city was clean and modern, and as I looked at it the dream began to destabilize.
I yelled "clarity now." and a wave of color came back in, but the dream was still falling apart, and things were getting blurry.
I lay down on the ground and grabbed onto the grass and yelled for clarity agian. But this time, I heard someone next to me say.
"Yes, Fade away now! Yes!"
Just as they said that, someone walked over (couldn't tell who) pointed a handgun right at my forehead and I woke up.

Aircraft Carrier

I was observing from the control tower of an aircraft carrier. There were large panoramic windows everywhere. I could see that we were surrounded by an escort fleet of smaller ships.
Slowly a storm began to encroach on the fleet of warships. Waves began to rock the aircraft carrier, and I saw lightning strikes in the distance.
A second fleet of ships began pulling aside our own. These ships looked less like military ships, but more cruise and cargo ships that were weaponized.
One of the men in the room ordered a missile strike. A missile fired off from the side of the carrier.
A battle began between the rigged ships and our more official naval ships. One of them fired a machine gun right into the control room that I was in.
The bullets shattered the glass and the cold, stormy air rushed in. The men began scrambling around shouting orders. I ran downstairs, and found a similar control room directly below.
I continued going down stairs for several levels, through the general chaos of battle on the ship. I was ducking down, avoiding the bullets that were ripping through the hull and falling debris.

Slavery escape

I know, this makes no sense.

I think that I was on some remote Caribbean island, where I had been made a slave and was being forced to plant crops. A young girl, probably around ten, had taken my laptop computer, and was threatening me with a sharpened stick.
There was a neighborhood only a few steps from the edge of farmland. After a few minutes, I decided to make a run for it, and dove into one of the yards, leaping over the fence.
The girl began to follow me, I continued running through yards and between houses. Eventually, I found myself at a dead end. All that was ahead of me was a tall chain link fence with barbed wire strung across the top.
I tried to leap over this one as well, but the wire caught my leg and I stumbled over. I got up and looked around. I realized that I was fenced in. I knew that I couldn't leap the fence without getting cut by the barbed wire.
The girl who was chasing me came into the fenced in alley. I finnaly went to reason and asked her why she made me into a slave.
She knelt down and started crying and said that It was because she stole three dollars from her parents and was trying to make it up to them. The dream began fading at this point.

Encountering your dream guide in almost every dream does have it's advantages.

I can't really remember how I got lucid, but when I did, I found myself in my backyard. My backyard has a terraced porch, and me and Lia (My dream guide) were sitting on the brick wall surrounding the porch. The dream's recreation of my backyard was very accurate.
I knew that I had so many questions for her, and this opportunity is rare, but at first I couldn't really seem to speak. I just continually stuttered. I was about to ask her name, but then I remembered our last conversation.
Then, I asked her, probably the best question that I could've remembered.
"How do I... Generally have more lucid dreams with less work?"
"3...4... hours before you go to bed, put down the video games."
"How old are you?"
"Three, Three and a Half, but if you count that last guy I did, that makes me 44?"
Around this point, the door to my basement started flailing around, opening and closing very loud, and interrupting our conversation. I promptly got up, shut it, locked it and sat back down.
When I did, I noticed that I was wearing some gloves. I began to take them off and feel the surface of my own gloves. I could sense the dream was destabilizing. I felt the bricks on the terrace (That for some reason had become a leather couch) and had virtually no sensation.
One or both of us yelled out that the dream was destabilizing. We grabbed each other's hand and everything went to black. All I could feel was a hand slowly slip from mine, and, you guessed it, I woke up.

I was in my basement, laying on the footrest infront of the TV. I was playing the new Call of duty game (Black ops II). (Ironically, I haven't played the new COD, or even seen my friends play it. I'm not even very interested in COD games.)
Even though I never played it in real life, I was very good when I played in the dream. I was using some kind of sniper rifle with an oversized scope, and trying to shoot people in the head. The map we were playing was some sort of city in the desert.
Eventually, the dream got sort of warped, and I went from playing the game to actually being in the middle of a warzone. But the dream faded at this point.