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<NON-LUCID DREAM>
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A few days ago i had a series of dreams but i made the mistake of writing only one down, the dream about a Sheriff.
Of course it's way back in time when they used to have shoot outs. It was an old western town with little to no people at all besides The Sheriff and his girlfriend sitting outside a bar talking and smiling then exchanging a kiss. I couldn't hear what they were talking about cause i wasn't a character in the dream, i was only an invisible observer with no body.
The sheriff looks over to these mountains behind the girl he's kissing with a suspicious look on his eyes. Out of nowhere these outlaws start shooting at the Sheriff, probably cause they have beef with him or something.
The Sheriff yells for his girlfriend to run in the bar for safety.
After she runs away the sheriff takes cover and shoots back, he manages to shoot and kill about 2 outlaws, there's only one left. He runs to the mountains and tries to search for the outlaw... but the mountain the outlaw was shooting from was high and steep and very dusty.
( Now is when somehow i see what the sheriff sees, almost like i am the sheriff. )
Anyways the sheriff decides to climb it, but the orange mountain is so dusty and dirt flies everywhere.
but the sheriff closes his eyes so the dust won't blind him.
He finally reaches the top nearly, but he hangs on to the cliff from where the outlaw shot.
He looks up to find the outlaw, dressed in a black cowboy hat, brown vest and blue shirt... staring at him from right above.
The outlaw lowers his gun to the sheriff , the sheriff speechless and paralyzed with fear though his facial expression is emotionless.
The sound of a gun shot and everything goes black.
<End Of Dream>

Wild west 2 layer lucid dream


the dream begins

i find myself in a field, surrounded by flowers. i begin to wander around trying to find out where i am when i encounter
a kitsune, the kitsune walks up and asks "do you want to be like me" i nod, and it begins to walk up to me when the dream ends and i awaken. when i awaken i look around to find myself in a room made entirely of brown wood and its extremely hot, i sit up and look out the window to find myself in a wild west town. i open the door to a large saloon, and walk down the stairs, i sit down next to a young woman about my age, and she turns to me and ask's "so, you ready for the shootout" i ask "what shootout" and she responds the shootout between us and those outlaws that came to town, i heard they were kitsunes so you'll want to be careful" i said "i had a dream about kitsunes" she turns to me and asks "really, what happened" i respond "i don't really know, to be honest, there was one kitsune, and it asked if i wanted to be like it. at this point i notice that i feel strange and the knowledge that i am human, no longer exists, i became a kitsune, but decide not to tell her. she looks at me obviously disturbed and says "don't let it distract you, you and me are the best shooters, and we cant afford to be distracted, last time that happened, i fell off that building when someone got a lucky shot at me" she points to a large building outside, the place looks familiar, but before i can identify it, the dream ends and i wake in my bed.

11/18/2010
Dream One:
"The Not-So-Old West"

I was at a school, or in some other similar building, during major function/convention/assembly type of thing. It was a modern building, but the assembly had a Wild West theme to it. There were a lot of people around, and I remember being both inside and outside, but none of the transitions between the two. At one point, I was supposed to be cooking some of the food, but someone ended up dropping the ladle into the fire and burning it. Everyone thought it was me, and I was getting ridiculed about how I couldn't handle the food anymore. I knew that it was some other woman that had dropped the spoon, a manager or something, but she was playing it off - rather well, actually - and I couldn't prove it.

Of course, as is to be expected, a battle broke out, seemingly from nowhere. The gathering was outside at this point, and a pack of dogs/wolves were sent onto the premises, along with the opposing forces - though I can't remember who we were battling. The western atmosphere quickly turned from a simple theme to an actual, old west gunfight. The dogs flushed people out, everyone scattering around while the guns blazed. Soon out of bullets, I picked up a knife and held it at the ready, waiting for the dogs to converge on me, but they never did.

Later, the group and I were back inside the building, but I was in a "secret" section, which was something of a police department. There were people dressed in civilian clothing, cops in riot gear, and a few others and I were dressed in all black, like ninjas. Apparently we were a part of some mysterious tactical squad. There was a meeting going on, and some kids and somehow wandered into the hallway outside of the room we were meeting in. They kept trying to creep in the door and see what was going on, but I kept shoving them out wedging my foot up against it. Eventually, they found a window into the room and slipped in. By this time, everyone was sick of them, so a few of the cops intervened. Having not known the cops were going to get upset with them, the kids were now terrified that they were going to be in a lot of trouble.


Dream (Frag) Two:
All I remember, here, is being at a water park. Don't really remember anything that went on.


Dream Three:
"The Good, the Bad, and the Under-Age"

Was back in the western theme. It was more of a modern/outback kind of feel - where you could tell it was modern times, because of the technology, but most people were still wearing old western clothes. I was much younger, in this dream - maybe around 13ish, and was attending some kind of class, and the speaker was a reknowned female gunslinger, who was something of a vigilante and considered, by some, to be an outlaw. (She reminded me a lot of Sharon Stone, in The Quick and the Dead.) To us kids, though, she was a hero. I believe the lesson was a sort of safety class, where she was talking about the latest bad guy on the scene. He was a shape-shifter, who could sometimes just sort of "materialize," out of thin air, sometimes.

During her lesson, though, the inevitable happened. I heard a digital noise that sounded kind of like a Transformer transforming. At the front of the class, a bunch of various black shapes sprinkled into view and attracted themselves to one another, quickly forming a humanoid shape. The mass then morphed one last time, creating the finishing touches on a full-grown man. There was an immediate reaction of panic, throughout the classroom. We knew, exactly who it was. In that same instant, without wasting any words. The villain drew his guns and began firing into the rows of students. Chaos ensued. The children, myself included, scrambled for the exit, a number of them being blasted from behind, while what had to have been large-caliber rounds, judging by the impacts they made. It all happened so fast. I don't even remember what happened with the gunslinger woman, at this time. I just remember scrambling out the door, along with a mass of my fellow students.

Later, we had gotten back in touch with the 'outlaw.' She had decided that she was going to go looking for the villain, and that she had to put an end to all of this. Still an early teenager, I - along with a girl around my age - insisted on going to help her. At first, she refused, but we absolutely would not take 'no' for an answer. Eventually, she gave in - or so we thought - and she handed us two, matching rifles. We were walking through a large park area, supposedly on the hunt for information, as to where the murderer was hiding. Whatever the case, though, it turned out that he was the one to find us. Again, he just sort of materialized, out of nowhere. I don't even remember him showing up, this time. He was just...there. Before I had time to even react, the older man grabbed my rifle and ripped it out of my hands, quickly spinning it around and aiming it back at my face. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed the barrel, trying to wrestle it away from him. I was able to turn to where my back was facing him, and pulling the gun forward, over my shoulder. He was just too strong for me, though, and would not let go. Instead, he began pulling the barrel downward, twisting it toward the front of my body. I went from trying to pull the gun from him, to trying to keep the barrel from swinging down toward my crotch, which it was steadily approaching. I was no match for the older man, though. Anxiety shot through me, at the point where I knew I was not going to be able to stay out of the line of fire. I braced myself to be shot, still straining to keep him from shooting me in the groin.

The gun went off twice, but there was no loud report, or searing burn from a riffle bullet. It was a pellet gun. Nothing more. I can only assume that she gave us kids pellet guns because she had no intention of letting us get caught up in the fight. But, seeing as how the bad guy found us, we didn't have much of a choice. While he his attention on me, the 'outlaw' got the drop on him, blind-siding him and taking him to the ground. She stood over him with her shotgun, blasting away mercilessly and the downed assailant. Pellet guns or not, the two of us kids joined in with her, emptying whatever ammo we had, amongst the deafening sound of her shells. Soon, it was over, and we were walking back toward the car, to make our escape, knowing the cops would be on us, in no time. Inevitably, they showed up, just as we were reaching the parking lot. Before they had a chance to see our weapons, we hid them behind a tree, trying to play it cool while we walked toward the cops and our getaway car. (Funny that we - or at least she; I can't remember - were still wearing wild western wear, and we were going toward a car. Lol.)

The cops intercepted us, and there was this really pissed off Sheriff, who had apparently been hunting the outlaw for a while, now. They had already been tipped off about there having been a gunfight, here in the park, and were here to investigate. The Sheriff seemed certain that the outlaw was up to something, and started grilling us about where we'd just been. We tried to play innocent, and the woman made up some story about what we'd been doing. It was rather slick, and it seemed that he was just about to buy it. But, absurdly, the girl beside me, an avid fan of the gunslinger woman, whispers to me over to me. She says something about how even though the gunslinger 'was a murderer, she was good, and knew how to cover her ass'. She was so starstruck that she said it just loud enough for everyone in the group to hear - including the Sheriff. We all, simultaneously, turned to the girl with a collective stare of "WTF??" I remember kicking her in the shin as if to say "shut up!" The Sheriff just grinned. He leaned in close, glaring at all of us, and called out and order for his men to search the area. He knew something was up.

They ended up finding the body of the villain, and taking the woman away for murder. They told us (the kids) that we had another year before we had to worry about receiving our punishment for our involvement. By this time, there was a crowd that had gathered in the park, watching the situation unfold. Apparently the outlaw had a lot of fans because, as they were taking her away, there were many people crying and pleading for her to be set free - myself included. I remember telling about how I'd seen the villain killing a room full of kids, with my own eyes, and that the woman was just doin the right thing. The police weren't hearing it, though, carrying her toward the vans. In the crowd, I remember hearing someone whisper "Look. She's...crying" (talking about the lady gunslinger). It was just a sad moment, all around, watching her getting hauled away. We were all heartbroken.

That's all I remember.