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Someone took a dump on my dream recall.

I am in this absolutely beautiful area where there are these houses built by these massive red rock spires. It seems like a city built in the middle of the desert. There are orchards and farm fields everywhere. Presence is explaining to me that the people here rely on wells to irrigate their crops.
I encounter an elderly man who is sitting in a rocker outside of one of the houses. It is a beautiful white concrete mansion with a waterfall running out from underneath. Looked like FLW's falling water. There is an orange orchard around his home. The man is in some kind of trouble with the police. He does something that causes me to transport to a new world.

I am the Avatar now, and am supposed to know how to bend all four elements. Right now, I am working with some company to build a statue of the past Avatar. The crew wants me to use my Metalbending to help them touch up the face. By the way, this is a big statue, like fifty feet tall. They fly me up to it in a Helicopter.
I end up messing up the eyes and nose pretty bad, and end up doing something to "reset" and start over.

I am in some grocery store with two friends. I notice that there is a flood of water coming out from beneath one of the shelves. I examine more closely and find out that there is in fact a gutter in the roof that is emptying behind the shelves.
I climb up the shelves. No water is coming out at the moment but there is a sticky note by the gutter that I am assuming was written by some construction/maintenance guy. It's saying that no water should be coming out of the gutter.
Then I realize there is more water about to come out. I look up the gutter and see the water coming. I decide to blow on the water and I freeze it into ice moments before it pours onto the floor of the shopping center. Wohoo! Made Ice!

I am in the parking lot outside the grocery store. They have a brick parking lot rather than paved. I decide to see if I can earthbend with these bricks. I cannot.

I met some dream character who's name was Rusty. He was a man in his mid-20's with long blonde hair. He partakes in some kind of extreme diving and fishing sport.

I become properly lucid by doing a nose-pinch reality check. I was still in the general area of the grocery store. There was a road running by the coast, and several long wooden docks stretching out over the ocean. It was dark at this time, nighttime. Normally, I don't like to lucid at nighttime, but I didn't think to reposition the sun.
I see the cars driving by on the road and decide to see what will happen if one of them hits me. Will I die? Will I be hurt at all?
I walk into the road and stare at a car. I kneel down and hold out my arms ready for the car to hit me and to embrace the feeling. But the dream character stops and opens his window. He asks me why I'm doing that in the middle of the road.
I let him drive past and try with a few more dream characters. I cannot get these guys to hit me. Eventually, I manage to jump in front of a character and have their headlight hit me in the hand as they passed by at 30+ mph. I broke their headlight. The character stopped and backed up and asked if I was OK.
I looked at my hand. There was a big piece of headlight glass lodged in my palm. I couldn't feel any pain, but I pulled it out and the cut healed completely in like a second.
I decided to try destroying the dream world. I picked up a car with telekinesis, and threw it into the ocean. I ended up destroying a wooden boat dock.
I now began walking down the road, punching through the hoods of cars and pushing them off the road.
I got to the end of the road, where it curved away from the coastline. I looked back at the destruction and decided to try and fix it. I looked at the wooden docks and then looked away.
"Restore Docks"
I look back, all of the docks are fixed. I look away from the cars.
"Restore Cars"
All of the cars are fixed. I turn away again.
"Restore Citizens"
All of the dream characters appear back in their cars and start driving around.
Rusty comes back along and tells me that this is the end of the dream. I lose the dream and just see the words "The End" in my vision.
I appear on this beach momentarily before the dream ends. Rusty is there sitting in a beach chair. He asks me why I always seem to stick around after the dream is over.
I wake up.

Morning of March 26, 2014. Wednesday.



This is likely at least partly the result of generic scripting using “I am made of the healthiest energies…”

What am I really made of? You know, just like the nursery rhyme…

I am in a larger room; it seems like it may be the shopping mall at one point. I see what first is a puppy (or seems to be). I sense my wife is there. I first “recognize” it as my dog “Joe” (from when I was a young teenager) that was part Toy Cocker Spaniel. I call out saying how this is my dog and how he has returned. I sit down and start to pet it.

“No I ain’t, buddy!” says the small dog loudly in an odd chirpy “human” male voice.

Somehow, this startles me and causes me to fall forward on top of the poor little mutt. I then see that it is Lisa M’s dog from my teenage years.

This dog was a plain brown dachshund and was “replaced” by her father without her finding out (at least at the time - not sure what was revealed years later). Anyway, the dog, with difficulty, manages to crawl out from under my body (I find it almost impossible to lift myself up at that point and the pressure of the animal creates a strange unpleasant ticklish push near my chest) and runs around in circles continuing to speak in an odd human voice, though I do not catch much of what he is saying.

This is embarrassing. Eventually, I leave the area casually as the “puppy” is still running around and making various comments to people (possibly sarcastic or perhaps just informative regarding his “dog’s life”) in what sounds more and more like being from the speaker of a portable cassette player. As I walk down the mostly featureless hall, I see at least three giant snails crawling around - about the size of a cat.

My next scripting will not begin with “I am made of…”

These are dreams from the past couple days. Because getting on the internet is a pain right now, I wrote what I could recall in here.

Too Many Cats
I come home and I see that there are six cats in the living room. I see that there are even more cats all through the house. I run into my mom who says that she has decided to become a cat hoarder.

Publisher

In WL, I recently wrote an autobiography cataloging everything that happened to me up until the end of high school. It contained many personal things that I never wanted other people to see.
My parents had just sent this off to a publisher and collected a large check, about $1500 on the counter. There was also a bill showing that they had spent the money on expensive wines.
Okay, I don't care less about what they spent the money on, but the autobiography I wrote contained a lot of personal information, and it should not have been published. I get very angry and trash my own home.

Cosmic Forest Fire

Now onto the good stuff. I am flying through space, getting some guided tour of the galaxy from what I have been noticing more and more, the "presence" in my dreams. It flies me past a large blue star that is surrounded by this disc of gas and dust. The star looks beautiful and very realistic.
We fly past that to another white star. And (enter dream logic) the star is shaped like a skull rather than just a ball. This was a really interesting and strange sight. There is also a large disc of white clouds around it. The presence flies me toward the clouds and deposits me on them.
As it turns out, I am in a very strange, interesting world. The skull-shaped star is the source of heat and light and the entire ring of gas and dust is the world. Most of it is white, and the white gas turns out to be snow when you actually get closer to it.
I was cold, so I tried to make a fire with some spare wood laying around. There were actually small clusters of pine trees all around. I got a fire started, god help me how. But the fire quickly spread and started burning down all of the trees.
The presence took me out of that location and left me at my house. My parents were there and they were scolding me for starting a cosmic forest fire. After a minute, I started to realize how absolutely ridiculous the situation was. I didn't make it to full-fledged lucidity before I woke up.

Car Chase
Me and two friends are chasing a large truck through a city. We are driving a black corvette. I try to open the door and jump from the corvette onto the truck, but the truck turns away down a side street at the last minute.
I get lucid at somepoint after that, but the dream falls into chaos. I am in some large red cave looking through a satchel full of weapons. I then walk around on stilts in an attempt to fly. I feel like there was much more to this than I can recall right now.

This afternoon my entry into lucidity was particularly cool, it wasn't scary, more exhilarating. I got the usual earthquake vibrations, but then something grabbed hold of my ankles and violently dragged my off my bed and over the floor into the wardrobe. It was black inside and I started to yell out for some clarity, but instead it came out as Clara. Who I then met, got a dumb and dumber porridge bowl haircut, which I hated despite the hair dresser saying it looked wonderful. So I decided I didn't want any hair and made it so. Had a fight with a demon in a dojo. It was pouring rain outside so I opened the dojo door because of the knocking and had a rumble with the demon.

In real life people upstairs were making heaps of noise and these distractions kept trying dragging me in and out of the dream and ruined its solidity... but I think it was good for me as I quickly brought myself back into the dream by making up other better distractions occurring in lucidity. Looking forward to working on better dream clarity, but if Clara keeps appearing instead of greater clarity I'll have to think up another word for clarity.

The OFFICIAL Foxrally Dream Textbook

No dream recall today. i might have dreamed something - I have a feeling I did - but I couldn't remember it for the life of me when I woke up.

Again, shows that I have to work on my dream recall. I might start eating almonds before going to sleep, I heard they're really good for dream-enhancing!

There was a skinny teenage boy that lived with his mother in a big house in the country. Sometimes I was this boy. The mother and son both had some extreme mental conditions that made them do crazy things for strange reasons. They were constantly seeing things that weren't there, but it was so real to them that they never knew what was real and what was in their heads. The boy (Me) took a nature walk through a beautiful landscape on his property. The whole time, the top roof of my mouth was throbbing and burning, as if someone had taken a razor blade to it. I could feel it completely. during the walk, my "brother" was occasionally beside me, however I did not have a real brother. I/He lived a crazy life at home. There were always new "visitors" or a "new Mom", all of which sought to harm the boy. The mom experienced the same situations. Sometimes when the mother was having a spell, she would feel the need to kill her own son, and it was always justified in her head in some way. Other times, she was a normal, caring and lovable mother. one day, the mom spotted a hooded figure walk swiftly past the sliding doors that led to their patio. The mother, son, and "friends" all searched outside, but never found any trace of the scary man who they knew posed a threat. Later, the boy found another boy that looked identical to him in a spare bedroom. System of a Down was playing in the background, and we fought for a long time. We wanted each other dead for some reason. I had always had the upper hand (which is weird since they both were 'me' (the boy).) I was on him, throwing punches like mad and trying to stab him with a wire. Somehow, the fight ended but was never resolved, but it got me thinking differently and set the entire dream in a different tone. "I'm going to escape. Mom wont even notice." I quietly crawled out the front door, and once i was outside, I immediately began to sprint to my car. However like most dreams where you are trying to escape something dreadful, it was like i was treading through cement. I was yelling "We're going to be fine, Mom! We are going to make it just fine!" Unfortunately, my mother was trapped in this sort of bizarre fantasy land of terrible and strange things, and she was in too deep to escape. In fact, the visions only got worse when she tried. However i decided i did not want this to stop me from living a normal life, because i knew i would have a chance at it if i escaped and she didnt come after me. I finally made it into my car. I turn the key and I wake up in a sweat.

I.remember.that.finally.I.cut.my.lnog.hair.complet ely.off.and.went.bald.which.made.me.fell.relieved.but.also.anxious.

Fragment 1 - 1319 house movie night aw yee
My sister and I are watching a movie in the 1319 living room. It starts to get quite violent, at which point mom turns it off. I'm like hey now, and Jess says that she's already seen the movie, so HA mom, can't protect her delicate eyes and sensibilities from nothin' 'cause it's too late. Except y'know she didn't talk like that. That's just me, writing this down now. Hello.

The movie itself featured something about a barbarian camp at night being invaded by women on horseback. Or maybe just a couple women. A small-scale invasion. I'm not sure what happened that was so violent.

Dream - Volcano Nostalgia Blast
I'm looking at a curly-haired toddler kid who's standing at the edge of this fricking lava stream. The point he's standing on is a sort of corner (from the lava's perspective), and he's definitely on the verge of falling in, but his parent, who's standing nearby, doesn't seem to care.

Actually the parent is literally just recording the kid with his video camera, which is what I'm seeing. A really crappy home video. It's like I'm watching it online, and like I'm there, and like I'm the parent looking through the camera lens. So it's basically all of those things. My dream brain isn't great at perspectives but I love it anyway <3

Anyway the kid kept performing this almost sort of childlike ritual, where he'd drop a ring that HE MADE (it looked fabulous, gold with a diamond on it, and he made it somehow I have no idea how it was a Dream Fact) into the lava, where it would sink. And he'd say something sad and regrettable about that. He seemed fairly like, distraught, and also very much in danger of falling right into the lava.

The parent didn't seem to care about this possibility. He just kept recording what was going on, as though very dedicated to capturing his son's antics without interruption or disruption by himself. Really though, an interruption would've been just the thing in my opinion.

The scene replayed a couple times, with the kid opening his grubby fist to drop the ring into the lava, where it would sink in a sort of non-violent kind of way, barely melting. As though it were simply disappearing into the lava. And the kid would rave about that in his childish way, and I'd be concerned for his safety, and then at one point he finally just fell right in. He dropped in like he was doing a pencil dive into a swimming pool, and pretty soon all you could see was his curly hair, and then nothing. Once again, the parent was just remarkably entirely not-the-least-bit upset.

This was probably inspired by the fact that I listened to Gollum's song last night, for the first time in years. It's actually basically the end of Lord of the Rings III, come to think of it. THAT IS VERY, VERY STRANGE.

Another part of the dream (I'm pretty sure) was watching the volcano that caused this lava stream erupt, and watching the glorious golden sparkling lava follow a sort of path down towards a village. There was an indentation down the side of the mountain that led to the village, because that was the path the villagers would use. It was sort of a perfectly rectangular channel, quite shallow, but the lava nevertheless followed it without overflowing.

I distinctly remember walking up the path, only to see the lava coming my way, and quickly going back the other direction to find lava already down that way as well. Crazy stuff! I did a lot of running around and freaking out. Also it was night time or perhaps just incredibly smoggy, and the lava was quite bright and nice to look at. I wasn't super afraid of it either, which was nice. Lava used to be the stuff of nightmares for me, when I was a kid.

Dream - Airplane Game => Infiltration Anime
SO LET'S SEE HERE

Alright so first off I was just watching my brother play this airplane game, where you were this chubby little bumblebee-shaped airplane flying over an ocean in a warzone. Your objective was to sneak past the battlefield without attracting the attention of other planes, because you didn't have ammo (you had to use cover a lot but I'm not sure what the cover was), grab up some ammo from behind enemy lines (two ammo bunkers), and then unload it on these two battleships that were side-by-side in the water (between the two ammo bunkers), apparently sitting targets for an airplane. Also there were these two walls, each between a battleship and an ammo bunker, so you could snatch up ammo in relative peace before curving overtop the wall and divebombing the battleship of your choice with bombs and machine guns. At this point, you'd be noticed by the enemy planes (also bumblebee-shaped, I think?), who would fly in, and it would become a battle mission instead of ... bumblebee stealth. So all in all it was a pretty neat game that I kinda wish existed IWL. OH WELL. Maybe someday.

Anyway I watched him play and then gave it a shot myself, managing to sneak behind enemy lines, grabbing up as much ammo as I could in one go, and then going over the wall and trying to bomb the battleship closest to me. Once the enemy planes engaged, however, I got a bit distracted trying to shoot one down with machine gunnery, and yo it was pretty hard to aim.

At some point I stopped being a plane and became a person, the ocean battlezone turned into an underground car garage sort of area, and the battleships stayed where they were. I didn't actually notice when all these changes occurred. I seriously have no idea, maybe the dream blacked me out or something. I should try to pay more attention to weird changes in dreams, amiright?

Also there was a door and hallway that led to the first floor of the 1319 house somehow. So that was pretty neat! :3

(Oh I could note that in recent dreams it's been relatively easy to see the connections between the dreams and recent real life experiences. I could do a ton of that, but last time I did that my dreams started to reflect reality more and more and that sucked. So nah.

This has inspired my belief that the way you write your dreams down, and what you write down, goes on to affect your dreams in turn. So if you focus on the emotions, you'll start to be more invested emotionally in your dreams, and if you're struck by the details and note them down, it'll show in your dreams by them bein' more detailed, and if you start to notice logical discrepancies you'll notice 'em in your dreams as well. That's my theory~)

Anyway the dream started to have another odd change. It was no longer about the game at all, the battleships weren't even relevant to anything anymore, and it even started to change so that I wasn't a central character, I was myself on the outside of the scenario, watching it as an anime with my boyfriend. But that change was more gradual, because when it started out I was totally a main character, even as the anime's side characters started to show up.

So now the scenario was that I and my group were assassins or infiltrators trying to get into the 1319 house so we could take somebody out (not anyone in my family, although they were in the house as well). Unfortunately, we were pretty incompetent, so we couldn't figure out how to get past this one locked door. (I think, in the dream, I was sort of surprised by the fact that we hadn't planned for any locked doors.)

Then a couple female cops showed up and started patrolling with guard dogs. I was surprised by another thing, which was that the dogs didn't sniff us out at all. Really, they didn't change anything.

At this point I somehow managed to get right past the cops and up to the locked door, now expecting them to have left it open (even though that would've been awfully shoddy of them), and found that it was not simply unlocked but actually cracked slightly open. I ducked through and proceeded without stopping, trying to find a hiding place so that when the cops went back inside they wouldn't run into me. My plan was to head back later and open the door from the inside for my assassin buddies.

The indoor bit looked like the first floor of the 1319 house, heading towards the kitchen. Neat.

I saw white wooden closet doors to my left (all nostalgic with them wooden slats) and went in to find myself in an orange-lit concrete sort of machinery back room. I was a bit nervous about their being bugs, but I hid back there anyway. There was a sort of drop-off ledge thing (FRICKIN. ARCHITECTURE.), basically a drop in the floor by about two feet. I crouched down there, with some junk to either side of me, still worrying about/imagining a cricket or spider crawling up the wall. I also managed to control those thoughts, however. I think I didn't really want my expectations to start being self-fulfilling prophecies.

At this point someone walked by the door outside, casting a bit of a shadow or somethin', and I crouched down against the ledge. It really hid me quite well. Also it was pretty nice and clear, semi-HD. Like, the feeling of crouching there was quite vivid.

Then I heard (and sort of visualized) my Dad walking through the house calling to my sister. She responded from another floor, and he corrected his path.

I think this is about the point the perspective started to shift from first person to me watching an anime with my boyfriend. I saw my character from outside, and saw he was a brown-skinned dude with orangeish curly hair, in sort of an anime style. He presumably let the rest of the assassins in, and they all proceeded to be ambushed by loads of police.

At this point it was revealed that every assassin had some sort of communicator thing on one ear, which was actually controlling their actions and turning them into very professional robots. The police broke them (the communicators now had frayed wires sticking out the end), and at this point every one of the perhaps six or seven assassins was now bleeding from that side of their head. The police were saying that with the controllers broken, they'd be free to make their own decisions ... but judging by the looks on the assassins' faces, they still had every intention of carrying out their mission. Maybe the programming was more than skin-deep, or maybe the transistors hadn't been controlling their actions after all.

ANYWAY THEN I WOKE UP 8)

I didn't really have any special parts to my dream, but I did become lucid at one point, but I didn't do anything afterwards really other than fly. Sorry, I'll try to be more exciting in the future. It's just been a real struggle getting back into frequent lucid dreaming due to the stress of school. Over the summer I was almost back in business, but then school came along. So hopefully, I'll get back into the swing of things soon. This was my second lucid in two nights, so I'm pretty happy actually!

Two years ago I tried to attain lucidity. I was able to do it a few times but never consistently and always for a short period of time. Would wake up as soon as I realized something was fishy.

Even those brief moments of knowing I'm in a dream felt so amazing that it would make my day. That is why I decided to come back.

Since then I was lucid once or twice by mistake. Was even able to convince a DC to let me bang her. Surprising since I read in many places that DCs usually say "No." I guess mine are sluts.

Why I want to LD:

1. Energy during the day.
2. Better mood.
3. Inspiration.
4. Soul searching

My biggest challenges - points of emphasis in order of importance:

1. Re-read my dream journal
2. Write in my dream journal
3. Reality checks
4. Eyes on the target
5. Don't give up this time

These are some quick recaps, mainly for my records but anyone is welcome to read. LD on 3/22 was interesting in that it was in one of those late dreams where my awareness usually starts to dip again and it did feel like one of those dreams but I managed to become lucid. The next two LDs were interesting in that they both had to do with my path/orientation in the dream and that they were recognizable as dream scenarios (general dream signs). I attribute this to my awareness work where I retrace my steps during the day with a view from the outside of myself and then from within where I am self aware in a more recent tweak to my perspective that involves noticing something you don't normally notice like the way that you normally don't see your nose (it blends into your view but is visible if you look for it) and to my review of specific and general dream signs. I feel like there is a shift in the way that I am becoming lucid lately. I am hopeful that it is becoming more natural and/or that I am solidifying neural pathways to easier lucidity (neuroplasticity I am hoping). I guess we will see. It also seems like I am having more awareness in dreams where I don't quite become lucid. I am recognizing DC's of people I know or knew IWL that I never think about and perhaps were always there but just didn't have the awareness to make the connection?? I don't know.

Quick Takes:

3/22 DILD: in an American style football game I played the first 3 downs in the quarterback position starting from the 20 yard line and there was a dirty play against me in the last down that made me realize that this was a dream and how I was just in bed trying to WILD. I thought it would be fun to throw off the helmet of the dirty player and start whacking him and did. After a number of whacks I am just laying on the playing field feeling tired and from there I faded back to bed. 123

3/23 DILD: I am looking for this woman I saw earlier and make my way outside and I notice that I lost my way and the path looks quite different from before and I am not progressing forward normally/~slow motion. I realize that I am dreaming and realize that I can just fly out of here but the dream still wants some control and I start flying backwards and just go with it and it allows me to start flying normally again up and away but then again the dream wants control and leaves me drifting towards space but I am not worried, I have been there and love it and it stops again and I end up on a very tall building. I think about jumping but I am wondering if that might send me into the void so I look at the building next to me and decide to do some Spiderman swings upwards and over to various buildings with what seems more like rope than web. I feel like a child again. I fly some more before what I assume was an FA. 124

3/25 DILD: I am on a porch talking to an old co-worker (N) and we see a group of guys go by and one of them looks like Tom Petty but then it is as if we just saw that on a tv screen or something and I ask something like "since when is Tom Petty on that show?" She said "Oh you didn't know" and I figured out we were talking about 2 different shows and the one she mentioned was a reality show involving fighting. I get the idea that the fighters in the show are coming for me and it is time to get out of there. Now no one is around and the area looks a little different like I don't know my way and all of this feels like a dream scenario, okay yes well I can just fly out of this confusion so I do and the flight serves as my RC. I fly down and around looking for the fighters planning on showing them a thing or two before either losing lucidity, waking up, maybe had an FA on this one as well. 125

Well this is a very short dream. I remember I was a a baby and my mother picked me up at took me to the bathroom. She sat at the edge of the tub and turned on the water. She smiled and tested the water. You could see the steam coming of the water indicating it was scorching hot but she touched it like it was nothing. My mother then placed me in the tub and I started screaming. She continued to watch me still smiling but the weirdest thing was that I screamed and cried but nothing came out (no sound). In the dream I was 2 years old and instead of seeing through my eyes I was watching my mother and me from a distance (like watching a movie about yourself). I wonder what this means~

After few non-lucid fragments (one interesting one involving a woman and a mythical being something like a bird and something like a qilin, and his 'missing part', which is in the form of another person this woman knows; otherwise dull), my memory picks up in a scene where I'm already semi-lucid (I'm controlling my surroundings and aware that this control is due to it being a dream, but otherwise have fairly low awareness and mostly go along with the dream storyline). I'm walking through a park with another man, while watching someone I think of as a killer, and I mentally push him toward his next target. However, at the moment I expect him to take out a knife, instead he puts his arm around his target's shoulders and hands him a cigarette.

The killer, the target, and the man I'm walking with are all smoking. I take the cigarette from the man I'm walking with, intending to smoke it myself, but I find the dream won't allow it: first I'm holding nothing, it's back in that man's hand; then when I focus I find I can put it to my mouth and feel the physical pressure of it, but it doesn't resemble smoking. I've had similar problems before, when I deliberately focus on improving the realism of some complex physical sensation, and instead only wind up feeling the sense of pressure accurately, nothing else. I then focus on breath instead of on the cigarette itself, and something interesting happens. I have the impression I can control my surroundings far more easily by working in rhythm with my breathing.

My memory's vague for the next two scenes, while I was focusing on breath - I saw this as a great development. (Dream logic inspired by meditation, maybe. There's no reason I should be breathing in a dream at all. I wonder whether I was actually in the same rhythm as my sleeping body's breath or not.) First I saw something like a shadow play, where the figures moved in rhythm with my breathing, under my control. Then I was walking through halls and passing people who appear to be from America of about 200 years ago, all of whom I find vaguely unpleasant; I still had the impression that I was successfully controlling something through breath in this scene.

I wound up in a room where several people are sitting around a round table, and they call me and someone with me to join them. I start to sit down and an old woman stops me, points me to a different chair. To my left is a man holding what I think at first is a young boy. When I get another look at it, it has the face of an old man, and one of his eyes is that of a cat. This is all very unpleasant. I recognize him as my own cat, S., and I believe he's somehow sick. (S. died a long time ago, but I didn't remember this at the time.) We put him on the table, now in the form of a human-sized cat, and I chant a healing spell over him, mentioning a goddess, exerting dream control. Objects rise off the table and hover in the air, and the other people around the table join in, though by just chanting 'heal!' over and over again. I woke up while listening to them chant.

Dream
Lucidity
False Awakening


I was having a firefight with some terrorists and I was killing them with a desert eagle that had a laser on it. I remember doing parkour and fighting some hobo calling me a fag before that. I was then with C. Alexander and some black girls watching something on world war 2. I remember saying Germany was not as bad as Japan. Alexander and I then laid together and her grandma got mad so I grabbed my stuff and left for the airport to catch my flight. I missed the exit so I took the next one. I was on a hill and there were a lot of buildings and roads that curved a lot. I got mad because the layout of the parking lot was stupid so I woke up. I had a false awakening. I couldn't move my head and when I tried, I could only move it a little bit. I told myself to wake up again and I did, but it was another false awakening. I did a reality check of my hand and part of it was transparent and would appear and reappear and I went lucid. I got excited and noticed my dream ending. I tried to dream spin but couldn't. I woke up again. This time I was pretty sure it was a real awakening and was started to get scared but upon counting my fingers, I realized I wasn't and I became lucid again.
With my right arm, I grabbed my head and pulled it up, making it possible for me to move it again. As I was getting up, I felt as if my mind was rising, maybe I was having an OBE. I looked at the bed to see if my body was still there but it wasn't. Everything felt so real. My objective for my next lucid dream was to explore the dream scene. I was in my room and went to the kitchen, where a purple desk with a fluffly white and beige cat was sitting on. In the living room was a blue sofa and a white cat sitting on top of it. I was going to ask what they represented but then remembered my other objective: Ask my dream to show my dream guide. I faced the door and said "I want to see my dream guide." I turned around and noticed a radio. That couldn't be it. I turned around again and said "When I turn around, I went her, my dream guide, or him to be right behind me!" As I was saying it, I heard a female voice behind me. I turned around and there was a speaker and a vacuum. I was confused why I would have objects instead of a person. I also had a headphone hanging on my left shoulder. Static was coming through it. I knelt down and asked: "So which one of you is my dream guide?" I heard static and murmurs coming from my headphone. I asked again. "Which one of you is my dream guide?" Suddenly, I hear 2 or more girls say "You are!" at the same time. I know they're saying that I am my dream guide. I rose and repeated "I am..." to not forget what happened, I decided to wake up. I told myself "I need to wake up", and I woke up to the waking world.

I was in an apartment with Desirae and kept arguing with her because she wouldn't clean the guns but instead would microwave the guns to clean them. I told her they probably don't work anymore and I checked the night sights of the P229. They still worked. I got on the computer and there was porn of girls with horse dicks and Desirae asked what it was. I told her I didn't know. I started playing a game where I was out on an island surviving with a group of people. I was exploring and suddenly started getting attacked by a helicopter. I got into a helicopter but as I was lifting off, I got shot down. I ejected and entered another helicopter. Same thing happened with that one so I got into some sort of tank and started shooting at the helicopter. I got mad because my mouse wasn't working and I kept pulling it. The cord was stuck on something. There were a lot of other vehicles driving and flying around. They had a box with their team color hovering above them. They were shooting at each other and the car that was teamed with the helicopter I destroyed tried to ram me into the water. I pushed my brakes and the car ended up in the water himself. This took place on the beach. I sped back to base which was in a sort of forest. My car looked like a camero or mustang and as I approached the gates to my base I remember thinking "They'd better be on their toes and open the gates. Especially since I'm out here" The gates opened as I drove towards them.