non-lucid

This is a List of entries that are up until recent events.
(They're in chronological order)
[Additional notes will be marked in (x) { numbers instead of x} and written at the bottom of the entry]
Okay, so for a while I've had on and off dreams and although I hadn't wrote them anywhere until now, I still remember stuff
So here Goes:
[#1] Toilet Troubles:
I remember distinctly that it was on a minecraft world but, it was first person, like, real life. There were a few people playing or living or whatever. I was one of them; fitter than I actually am (As per usual in my dreams). The other I remember is Gemma. A girl who is pretty and funny but, I should just get on to what happened...
There was something to do with trying to get metal or stone and we found these weird toilets, figured out you could mine them and built huge towers in blacked out caves. I can't remember how but Gemma got stuck in one she'd built and I rescued her. somehow. The memory goes fuzzy on details.

[#2] Dreamception:
Yep, you read it right. A dream about a dream. That was weird... In the dream in the dream-(No, let's call it dream2) So, in dream2 I was trying to lucid. I noticed things different about me and tried some big Rc's. They worked. It was like watching the story on a screen. In dream1 it was like I was in a 2s cinema watching someone dreaming. As soon as I woke I was practically kicking myself not noticing I was dreaming.... But back to dream2:
I remember deciding to try and set something on fire with my mind succeeding, blinking and it was out. So I thought something like: "well if I really am dreaming I can just change anything I want to" So I did. In a big puff of smoke I changed from one scene to another, no not SCENE...landscape. Yes. I changed the LANDSCAPE. I can't remember what to and from though. Still that was in dream2 so it kinda sucked...
[#3] BattleShip:
Yes I was on one of those battleships that you see with big double cannons and on different levels. A Warship really. We were throwing things over the side of the boat (possibly buoys) There was lots of wind and high waves, it was all difficult to do, the running against the tilt of the deck, keep in time with the others, I think we were on a Naval Cadet Training Drill, We were Wearing those horrible life jackets but we were also all wearing bright orange reflective jackets.
[Next paragraph is the Observational comment I followed this log with:
"It appears that I can't remember full details yet of any dreams. Something is telling me that Gemma was on that boat with me but I don't recall seeing her. Maybe she is my Dream Guide; Which makes sense as she introduced me to the whole Concept of Lucid Dreaming."]

[#4] Darkness is Good?:
We are under attack, by wolves, big viscous brutal ones, but there's tools we can use, tools of Darkness. An axe, a bow and a blade all made from blackened steel with spikes sicking out and a sinister chrome/Metallic glow to them. I carry them on top of a leather biker jacket that has a...light tracksuit-feeling material overtop as a rain gaurd. It is black with two yellow stripes on it that curve from the shoulder inwards toward the chest then back out toward the hip. It's a yellow like on a bumble bee, Dan wears one too. He is where I pieced it all together. The jacket of dark power, the tools/weapons and the bike. Oh, the bike! Imagine a Harley Davidson where the engine is in front of you instead of underneath you. It's powerful. Well it literally radiates power. The deep roar of the engine sends out waves of energy that set particles tingling. It's like someone built a bike around a V8 engine then infused the whole thing with Darkness and Raw Power. The body work of the bike it sleek and black. The bits that aren't black are silver and all of the bike shimmers. Chrome on every bit of metal and a metallic shine all over.
This was only the start of the dream. I fired up the bike from an old garage which had red lighting. I powered through the streets toward a park. Chain link fencing all round and there in the middle of the basket ball courts was one of them. The Demon Wolves. I gave the engine one last huge throttle burst to scare the wolf back then skidded it to a stop. Smoke went up and I drew the Blade from the sheath on my waist. Moonlight flickered off the blade. I started towards the wolf but I saw it's demonic eyes flying, accelerating toward me through the smoke. Instincts took over. I sliced sideways across the wolf's chest just as it reached me and it fell dead at my feet.

Shame I can't remember anything else really... That last one sounded really cool but oh well. that's what's been happening inside my head the past few nights. Hope you enjoyed it (if you read this far.) Maybe I should of wrote some little (x) notes but oh well. Sweet Dreams and Happy Lucids People.

Mercassa Out.

The title surely says how weird they was.
[This is just a type up of what I wrote in my Hand Written Dream Journal - Additional notes will be marked in (x) as numbers instead of x and written at the bottom of the entry]

Dream 1:
Woke from a 9 month coma to find 3 people behind a concrete door where my lounge door should be. They were clearly trapped. 3 of my family members to be exact. When I opened the front door there was a huge truck/Lorry outside with my brother and a friend of my parents in the cabin. it was a small one of those car carrying lorries. it only had enough room for two cars. But only had one on it. Some weird cross between a citreon 2cv and a vw golf. Having realised it was christmas day I looked to see if I had any presents. Amazed because I did indeed have one even though I had just woken from a coma; I opened it. Just then the truck had been moved and I saw 3 car loads of people going off. I grabbed the present now unwrapped and ran towards the car with my parents in. I put on the shades and jumped in the back seat. To their shock that I was there I simply said " Merry Freakin Christmas" and off we went. (1)

Dream 2: This was short but packed full of randomness. I was in some kind of room. About 10 metres long 7 wide and probably 4 tall. There were plain tables and chairs everywhere. There was an alignment of beds that looked like they'd just come from the ww1 trenches around the walls. All of it was plain grey. the beds had stained and ripped blankets that were covered with mud and blood. There must of been about 30 of us gathered around a central table listening to a teacher.
[Then it got really weird..] A piece of chewing gum was thrown over a wall and hit Chabert on the head. [I should probably mention that there was no roof on this room] He then asked us if we knew what gum used to be for. He said it used to be for school. To aid learning. (3) but now it's just a symbol of evil and darkness among modern society. (4) Just about then a Barrage of gum was lobbed over the four walls for about 5 minutes. Bit of panic, some yelling. Then I woke up and that was the end of dreams.
1)About then I woke up so didn't get to finish the dream and see the bad guy.
(2) He resembled Chabert from les Choristes.
(3) No idea what bit thought that up.
(4) See (3) xD

I'm on the right track to getting there with LD I believe. But I'm not there yet. I have plans to look forward to. Hope you uhh.. enjoyed? reading that.