Mortal Mist

[The Lucid]

Coming to Mortal Mist, I thought I would start a dream journal here. I will also update my DreamViews one as well, but I'll try to be more detailed, and ask more questions, here.

Generally I have about two dreams a night, and two or more lucids a month.

Unfortunately, the last six nights had been devoid of dreams, probably due to stress about semester finals. But! Last night, I had two, and one was a lucid.

First,
The Lucid
Now, my lucid dreams aren't all like this, but in this one, I was pretty stupid.

I don't remember the dream up to the point of lucidity, so I'm not sure how I became lucid. The scene was an obviously abandoned set of buildings. They were old and most of the windows were gone. The outside was all the same dark cream color. Around me was empty land for as far as the eye could see. Just this small cluster of five or six buildings, and then, nothing. The sky was dark, but not from night. The sky was full of storm clouds, and the sun was hardly showing.

Now, down to action. As I said, I was pretty dumb in this lucid. I wasn't quite thinking. I saw the buildings and thought, "I'm lucid... I wanna destroy stuff." I put my hands out, and planned on flattening the place... I then pushed down as hard as I could. Nothing happened, so I thought, "What?" I looked at my hands, and rubbed them together... Still, nothing. So I walked up to the closest building, and touched the sides, they felt like linen, soft and giving. I figured I could take the buildings down the old fashioned way... I pulled my fist back, and punched through part of it... I realized how easy it was, and continued to punch through wall after wall until I woke up.

Freaking idiot...

Ninja Skills And Parkour
So, since this was a normal dream, scenery wasn't so in depth. It did change often though, from my school, to a different school, to a crappy diner.

Originally I was in my school, and moving my way down the halls, at some point I decided to run along the walls. (Yes, like Prince of Persia) I found this really easy actually... so I kept doing it down the halls until I ended up in a new school building. This place was deserted, so I did the wall runs, and tried jumping back and forth. I tested how long I could do this, and found that after about fifty times I was tired, and couldn't do much more. At this point I noticed most of the lights were off, and the doors were locked... I decided to sneak my way out. I swiftly moved down the halls, and came to the main office, i looked at the cameras, and found the path out. I ran in, jumped up onto a counter, ran across it, and came down near the door. I burst out of it to see it was day time outside.

I look around to see if there is anyone to tell about my wall running ability. I see the crappy diner some friends and I go to. Its down a hill, which was filled with rocks and stuff... I went down it like parkour/free running. Rolling off of rocks into leaps for the next rock, and then used the wall running to move forward. At some point down the hill, I thought about how magical mike does parkour. (magical mike is a dreamviews member.)

I got down the hill to the diner, I went inside and saw a few people i know in real life at a table, and I went over, two of the people I hadn't seen for a few months, but the others I see on a daily basis. I told them about the wall running, and did it there in the restaurant, but that's when I woke up.

[Into The Swamp]

I got lucid last night, and decided to put the Mars/Ares battle off until March...

Instead, I took on the Lernaean Hydra.

After becoming lucid, I got a solid shield and a sharp sword. I teleported to where the Hydra was. I came to a swamp.

Into The Swamp
Darkness. A comfort and a curse... For now, a curse. Our hero took out a torch, and held it high. What was reveled to him was a marvel of nature's power. A swamp, and a canopy of trees over head. So dense no light could pierce it. The swamp was shallow, but dark. The trees were wild and twisted. The water around our hero was empty, no creature dared to live in this cursed area. The trees themselves seemed to sway away from whatever evil rested here. Following the long path of water and wood, our hero waded forward.


Knee-deep in Muck
As he moved his way forward, the trees separated. In front of him was a cave. Not a cave of stone, but of trees. As if the evil inside made the trees grow to it's will. A large opening, still filled with water, was in front of the cave. He edged closer. The torch showed him what he needed to see, glowing green eyes. The torch gave the eyes what they needed to see, their next meal. The hero looked forward, scared. The eyes grew bigger as they came closer. Out of the cave came a beast. With the beast came a smell. A smell more foul than the hero had met before. A smell of poison. The beast came out slowly... Its large eyes gleaming, and its giant fangs showed. Before him stood a giant monstrosity. Three heads, six eyes, infinite teeth. Hydra.


First Blood
The beast was quick, a head shot toward the hero, the hero was quicker. He raised his sword in defense, a dreadful move. The sword pierced the monster's neck, dropping a head to the water. The monster reeled backward. A shriek came from its powerful lungs. Enough to bring any normal man to his knees. But this was no normal man. He saw the neck divide, and turn to two heads. Knowing he had to cauterize the necks as the heads dropped, he knew his torch wouldn't last the four heads. He looked to the trees. Running along the bases, he lit many of the trees on fire, praying that it would spread. He finished this by throwing the torch up toward the leaves. He heard the monster screaming behind him. He hoped it had grown scared.

It had grown differently. He turned to see that the monster had been clawing at its own heads while he was burning the trees. It had made a horrible mess of things. The creature's heads were now nearing the fifties. The hero was demoralized... He was delighted to see the fire spreading, but the multitude of heads was devastating. What was worse, it was ready to kill. The Hydra turned to the hero, teeth bared, and charged.

With shield up, the hero felt a thousand strikes against it. But his footing was good. He pushed out with his shield, and brought his blade down. Two splashes. He kicked the necks toward the trees, and saw them burn. Finally, progress.

Taste of Bronze
Our hero then began his work. Divine and marvelous as it was. The Hydra was hungry, and would not give up. But the hero was skilled, and gave the Hydra only the taste of his shield and his sword. And finally, ash.

He worked quickly and wise. But the creature grew smarter as the hero grew more tired.

Only three heads left. Those six emerald eyes. They waited. No longer smashing into the hero's shield. The hero knew he had to make the next move. He moved closer. The water lapping against his legs. Closer. His heart pounding. Closer. He felt his foot against one of the fallen necks. Closer. And a genius plan came to mind. Close enough. He ducked down, grabbing two of the mighty necks, and ran toward the creature with all his might. He dodged a incoming mouth of razors, and tied two the remaining heads together with the necks. The monster struggled with the knot, and the third head turned toward him. With the swing of his sword, and another familiar splash, he got rid of it. The neck fell into the flames. Standing on the back of the beast he turned. The heads were free now. They attacked.

The hero was fast, and stopped an attack. But not fast enough. The second head bit hardly into his shoulder. The pain exploded throughout his body. The Hydra's poison was fast. But the hero's blade was faster. With a single swipe, the two heads left the monster. He burned them shut.

He could feel the monster die. He could feel himself die. He walked toward the shore. The water lapping against his legs. He dropped his sword and his shield. He was tired. The embers fell down around him. The heat made him strong. He laid down on the shore. He was tired. His mission was done.


A little information...
The Hydra has a poisonous bite, and it's blood is also poisonous. Heracles killed the Hydra in a similar way, he had his nephew burn shut the stumps of the necks after he had ripped the heads off.


In the unlikely situation that I get lucid before March, I will fight Medusa next.

[The Temple Of Stone]

Upon becoming lucid, I got the same shield and sword. This time, I took a spear too. I teleported to where the Medusa was.

The Temple Of Stone
The sun was bright. Its strong beams illuminated everything. In front of our hero stood a grand temple. A granite temple. White as it was, it shone more brilliant in the sun. Near blinding. Our hero raised his arm to shield his eyes. He walked on. The few trees around him were empty. No birds. No ants. Nothing. Soon he reached the temple, tall and glorious. The gates were open, the temple was abandoned. He walked inside. A single spider crawled down the wall. Brave. Our hero heard a horrible scream from inside. He felt no fear. It was not the scream of a man or a woman. It was unnatural. He knew he was in the right place. He placed his spear against the wall. Tightened his armor. Unsheathed his sword. Took his spear up, and entered the main room.


What awaited him there, was horrifyingly beautiful. A woman in some means, a beautiful face. But a monster in all others. A head covered in snakes. That's all he could see. The creature looked immediately at him. Before he could react, the creature looked him in the eyes. He felt nothing. His legs would not move. He arms were still. He knew what had happened. He could not see. He could not breathe. He was stone.

But then, fair Chronos smiled upon him.* He was back in the main room.


A Second Chance
A spider crawled down the wall. Brave. The hero knew he could not rely on his own strength to resist the Medusa's glare. He rested his spear against the wall. He unsheathed his sword. He dragged the blade across his eyes. Blind. That is how he would fight. He sheathed his sword, grabbed his spear, and was filled with a new vigor.

He had to move slowly... Putting his spear out in front of him, he felt the entrance to the main room. Slowly he continued. He made his way to the center of the room. The glare of the Medusa was so strong, he could feel it without seeing it. He heard the beast shriek. He swung his spear around toward the sound. He felt it strike. The monster made a noise, and backed away. The hero stood his ground. He took his spear, and swung it in a circle around him. He moved it quickly. The Medusa would not be able to get close to him. Silence.

Still spinning, the hero thought of his next move. They were at a standstill. He could not see the Medusa. The Medusa could not get close. He still felt the eyes upon him. He knew the beast was still here. Still thinking of what to do.

Then, pain. His legs felt teeth in one, and claws in the other. The hero lashed out against whatever invisible force had harmed him. His hands closed around its neck. The Medusa would not give up that easily. Her claws dug deep into the hero's arms.  But his hands stayed strong. The Medusa's hair came to her aid. A thousand snake bits entered the hero's hands. He had to let go.

The Medusa screamed as it moved away. They both stood there. Injured.

The hero dropped to his knees. He felt blood pour out of his legs. He had to be quick. He felt the blood pouring from his arms and hands. He knew what to do.

He heard a scream, and heard the beast slither toward him. He lifted his arm. His other stayed down. The raised arm felt the monster. His lowered arm felt his spear. Pushing deep into her chest, the hero drove his spear into a cold heart. Getting his sword, he felt the Medusa's neck. He brought the blade down. The creature made no sound. The feeling of her glare had left.

He felt a handful of dead snakes. Lifting the head high in triumph, our tired hero let out a yell.

* Chronos really had nothing to do with it... I tried to keep to the Grecian style of writing. I really just rewound time to where I had been safe.

[A Sea Or Bronze]

Upon becoming lucid, I took up my sword, shield, and spear. I went to find Ares.

A Sea Or Bronze
Our hero comes over a ridge. In front of him is a devastating sight. A thousand thousand soldiers. Numbers insurmountable by any army. And one man dares to take it by himself. Brave and foolish. The soldiers were already in formation. The phalanx is near impenetrable with many men, and impossible with just one. The fool meant to test that.

He stood. The soldiers saw. He saw movement among them. Then heard a straining noise... He braced himself. Then came the sound. A sound like an explosion. He looked up. Several thousand arrows. He could not see the sky. Only black. He raised his shield. He felt each one hit his shield, and thanked the gods that he didn't feel them anywhere else. They hit the ground around him. Wooden grass. When he felt no more, he peeked from under it. No arrows.

Running forward, he saw the soldiers tense up. He ran. The soldiers raised their shields. He ran faster. The soldiers brought their spears down. He was almost there, faster. The soldiers let out a giant yell. Our hero met their shout with one stronger than their own. He plunged his spear into the ground and used it to give him a boost. Over the shields he flew. Spears were raised. Shouts were yelled. Blood was spilled.

Our hero dodged the spears as they came toward him. He fell in the midst of the phalanx. He landed poorly, and was lying on the ground. The soldiers took their chance, and brought their spears down. He took his chance, and slashed at their legs. He stood, they fell. They attacked, he blocked. He attacked, they died.

This continued. He fought brilliantly.

Fighting Continues
He had made progress. Bodies stacked around him slowly. They kept coming. He kept killing. His magnificent art could not stop. If he did, he knew he would die. Grabbing a spear from a fallen enemy, he kept the enemies away. Their bodies continued to fall. They continued to stack.

For three days, he fought. For three days, he won. There was nothing that could stop him. Gone mad with hate, he kept fighting. The army had lost many, but there were still thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Their resolve was astounding. Fighting on a mountain of their brothers, they would not stop. With each thrust of the hero's spear, they slid down the sides of the pile of bodies, and helped form it. For three days of slaughter, the hero had hardly moved. He had only climbed the fallen. Looking down on his charging enemies, he had the advantage. Hundreds of birds circled overhead, all hungry for what was laying below, but afraid of what was still moving.

Still, he grew tired. He grew slow. He knew he could not keep this up. Before him sat an army of immeasurable proportions. Looking to the horizon, there he saw something that gave him hope and vigor. A man. But hardly human. With eyes like fire, he looked toward our hero. Their eyes met, and the man smiled. He knew why he was there. Two swords in hand, he dove into battle. He laughed as he did. These soldiers were nothing for him, and he ran through, slashing and dodging. Leaving behind him a path of dead men.

Two against a million. Finally, fair odds.

After The Battle
Our hero's friend had left. There were few soldiers left. Our hero moved off his precipice of the dead. He heard a horrible sound. Thunder, but worse.

He turned. There, in front of him, stood something. Something not natural. Four horses, each blowing smoke. Breathing fire. Worse behind them was a horrifying wonder. A man by no means. Twice the size of any normal man. Gleaming with bronze. In a chariot still bloodstained from his last battle. He looked upon his enemy. And smiled.

Unfortunately, I woke up before I could take on Ares...

[Chariots Charge]

Phew, finally got Ares.

I started right where I left off. With a sword, shield, and spear. Right in front of the chariot.

Chariots Charge
Shocked, our hero looked at the spectacle before him. A giant golden chariot. Four wretched horses. And a god with bronze armor on. Our hero thought quickly. What could be done against this war machine?

It charged at him, he dove to the side. The barbed axle coming out of the wheel barely missed him. The horses moved in a circle, they faced him.

The horses made a horrible sound, followed by smoke. There our hero stood. The charged at him. He stood, and an idea struck him. The chariot moved with blinding speed. His plan was marvelous. He stuck his spear into the ground, and used it to move out of the way. The horses tripped over the spear, and toppled the chariot. Our hero looked back with pride. The four horses ran off. Pieces of chariot following. There in the sand, was the god.

Disarming A Warrior.
Our hero recovered his spear. He looked up and saw what the god was holding. A spear of gold. Crafted marvelously. It glinted in the sunlight. Twice the size of the hero, he felt frightened. The god smiled. Brilliant as he was, the god was too brave. He attacked the hero with speed and strength unlike any man. Our hero dodged with all he could. Trying to survive.

The god brought his spear down hard, missing the hero. Our brave hero took his chance. He jumped at the god, and slashed at his arms. The god, in a fit of anger, threw the spear backwards. It landed in the mountain of fallen soldiers. The god thrashed with his fists and feet. Smashing everything in his path. The hero moved with all the swiftness his body would grant him. Our hero dove under the remnants of the chariot. Hoping for a short rest. The god stomped near it. The hero moved.

Ares gained his composure. He could see this needed to be a battle smartly fought. He looked at the chariot, and smiled. There. Something so simple. A weapon. The axle. Barbed at both ends, and heavy. He lifted it, and turned to the hero. Our hero was demoralized. Spinning his new weapon around, he smashed it into our hero. Bleeding and beaten, our hero stood. He ran toward the god, spear in hand. He stabbed the spear into the ground, and pole vaulted toward Ares. Unsheathing his blade, he brought it down on Ares.

Ares let out a roar of pain. But, gods are immortal. Ares smiled as the blood ran down his shoulder. He could be injured, but not killed. Our hero kept moving. Climbing the bronze armor of the god. The made it to Ares' head. And stabbed with all his might. Ares was blind. He moved backwards. The brilliant hero dropped down. He slashed at Ares' ankles.

Ares fell. A god fell. Our hero was proud. Ares fell hard. Onto his own magnificent spear.

A god's weapon. Strong enough to kill something immortal. Ares had died. Our hero had killed a god. He had to be sure. He moved closer to the god, heart racing. He shouted, "Ares!" No response. He moved closer. There... A horrible sound. Our hero turned. The four horses had come to their master's aid.

Breathing fire, they ran at the hero. He jumped, sword in hand, and cut a smokey head clean off. He felt a agonizing hotness erupt around him. He rolled away. Grabbing a nearby spear, he hurled it deep into the heart of another horse. These equine demons ran at the hero. With a jab of a spear, another died. Smoke erupting. Another thrown spear, another fallen horse.

There laid things not meant to die. A god, and four demons. Our hero was triumphant. But terrified.

[Climbing The Mountain]

Thanks, Hazel. I liked that dream too.  My normal dreams seem to be more exciting than my controlled dreams, that's probably why I like them so much.

Lucidity! And a sword! I teleported to where the Nemean lion should be.

Climbing The Mountain
Our hero stood in a desert, nothing for miles except a large mountain. At the foot of it laid the remains of many fallen men. Not from war, but from beast. This was the right place. He set upon climbing the mountain. Half the distance complete, the hero listened. In the distance he heard a roar, and the shouts of a man in battle. Definitely the right place.

He completed the climb, and came to a flat part of the mountain. He saw a young soldier, cut and beaten. The soldier had a short sword in his hand, it was dented and bent. The large lion moved slowly closer to the poor boy. Our hero knew it was not his place to help. The lion swiped angrily at the young man, and with a roar, pushed him off the edge of the mountain. A cry, and then silence.

The lion slowly glanced at the hero, and went back to its cave. Unsheathing his bladed friend, he walked toward the lion. Cautiously. The lion erupted in violence. Roaring and swiping, it flew at the hero. The hero blocked with his sword, but noticed it had not affected the lion. He needed to test this. The lion took a step forward, and the hero sliced at its leg. The blade glanced off. He dodged a paw and crawled on to the lion's back. He brought his blade down. It was as if he were striking a shield.  He dropped down, and rolled under the beast. He pushed his blade up, and again, no prevail. The lion could not be cut. The hero had to think of something.

The lion knocked over, its mighty paws in a fury. The lion took a step back, the hero looked backwards. He was near the edge. He moved forward, and the lion swiped at him. He was in the same position as the boy from before... The lion dove at him, and he rolled out of the way. The lion caught its footing quickly, and turned and dove again at the hero. Sadly, our hero didn't react as quickly. The lion's mighty jaws came down around him, and swallowed him whole.

The lion was victorious, and moved back to its cave to celebrate its newest meal. It laid down, contented. Not know exactly what was in him. The lion had not chewed. The hero was alive. In the dark belly of the beast, the hero unsheathed his blade. He swung madly, doing any harm he could. Shrieks and growls of pain came from the throat, which was soon dispatched. The hero felt his bloody abode slump in defeat. He crawled toward and out of the beast's mighty jaws.


Tunnel, Not A Cave
Our hero looked over the body of the lion. The cave continued. Lighting a torch, he followed it. The sun was still high, there was much time left. A need cave it was, he heard sounds of the shore coming from deep inside it, after a long while, he broke surface. There, in front of him, was a giant maze of wood and stone. The shore was near him, flocked with birds.

He saw the entrance, it was obvious. After entering it, he realized how ominous it was. Bits of bone riddled the path. Blood was smeared on the walls. And a horrible roar would occasionally erupt from somewhere deep in the maze. Our hero saw the sun move slightly in the sky. It was in the west now. The sea was to the east. And a mountain to the south. With these points, he could estimate where he was in the maze. He felt he was near the center, the roar was loud. But soon, the sun dropped. The pulled out his sword, and scratched along the side of the maze. He found himself at a dead end, and followed his scratches back. They soon changed to more erratic cuts. He ponder this as he followed it. It all became clear when he saw them lead behind a corner. He turned, and there it was. A horrible fiend. Legs and head of a bull, but the body of a man. It carried a giant axe, and howled at the sight of this intruder.

Blade unsheathed, and axe brandished, they charged at each other. The hero leaps as the monster swings at him. Quickly, the hero brings the blade down on the head of the Minotaur. A scream of pain, and the flow of blood. The Minotaur fell quickly. Our hero drives his sword into the chest of the monster. The Minotaur doesn't move. Our hero turns, and leaves.

[That's Doctor Zombie.]

Quite a few dreams last night. But mainly fragments. They were too abstract or short for me to write anything down... I had three regular dreams though.

That's Doctor Zombie.
I was in a doctors office, a generic one. Mostly white and clean, with a few other people inside. The doctor would see me now, as the nurse pointed out. I walked through the door she pointed at, and saw a man in a white coat. We exchanged greetings, and he turned around to pick something up. When he turned back, he was a zombie...

I pushed him backwards, and closed the door. I didn't want the zombie getting out and infecting anyone. He charged at me in the way zombies do, and I put my hands out, he was heavy, so I was knocked backwards. I opened the door, and slipped out without him following. He slammed against the door a few times, and broke through. He ignored everyone else, and charged at me. I just realized I was dreaming! Unfortunately, he bit my shoulder and I woke up.

My heart was racing, but I slowed it down. I was very warm, and figured this was too much of a distraction to try a DEILD.

Runescape
Most people have played the Runescape browser game online at some point in their lives... I'm no exception. I haven't played in a long time, though. Anyway, this dream was exactly like Runescape... Even with health bars above our heads. For some reason, I didn't have a weapon. Someone attacked me, and I had to jump out of the way. Luckily, their weapon disappeared. Then we began taking turns punching each other. (Man, I hate Runescape.) I won after a while (my STR score must have been higher.) and soon after that, I woke up.

This is a crime scene.
There wasn't much logic behind this dream... I was carrying a jackhammer, and traveling with a guy down the street. We were looking in garages for things that would tie people to the crime scene we just left. About half way through the dream, the mountains of snow that were around just disappeared.

OOOOOHHHHH!!!!

I  just remembered! I had a lucid dream last night!

I was in a nice field. I tried to get more stable by feeling trees and things around, but I lost lucidity.

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Hmm. Was a surgeon, headed to a bar after opening a guy's chest. They only served warm soda, which was surprisingly refreshing. Had some conversations. In the back of my mind I knew it was a dream. Even did an RC or two to make sure. Didn't feel like taking control, so went along with the ride.

Ended up in a basement/warehouse filled with junk. Two annoying kids were stealing stuff. I was lucid, so I evaporated them. Little bastards.

Decided to take more control. Shouted "More Clarity!" Everything got really fuzzy.

Shouted, "More stability!" The dream started breaking up. So, I did what I've learned to do and looked at my hands. I realized they were normal now, so I assumed I was awake. I was still in the dream, and was aware of that, but for whatever reason, admitting that I am NOT in a dream makes the dream restabilize.

Nothing interesting happened, looked at some junk. Saw an elephant.

Short dream about people coming into our messy apartment and me being embarrassed with the mess.

Dream about head to the "soul bowl" a seemingly imaginary football celebration -- kids from the preschool showed up too.

Short lucid, as soon as I got control, I created a room with two chairs, sat in one, and called out for a dream guide. Something started to form in the other chair, but I lost control before I could talk to him/her/it.

I killed a man. =.=

Here's the thing. I think I was at a concert, but it turned into a football game. It was late when it got out, but I got lost in the crowd and ended up outside. I was giving one of the people i rode to the event with a call, and I saw someone else i knew where ever I was standing (it was near a short, concrete building.) I talked to her for a while (no one in this dream was a real person.) until an older man showed up. He pulled a gun on the both of us and told us to give him all our money.

I told him we didn't have any, on account of me being out of a concert/game. He refused to believe it, and in an act of brave idiocy, I pushed his arm away and tried to get control of the gun. He fired it once, and I managed to get it away from him. Putting to him, I told him to go away. He refused and tried to wrestle the gun back from me. - It fired and killed him.

ODDLY, I was totally unphased by what had happened, and returned to calling my companions - the person who came and talked to me had apparently disappear (or been shot in the original hassle) Oh well.

Reunited, we tried to find a place to spend the night. We located a hotel, and continuing in the footsteps of bad decisions, I attempted to break in, rather than pay. Oddly, it was really easy to pop off one of the windows. A chase ensued between me and two of the other companions and the staff of the hotel. I managed to charm one of the female staff members into not turning me in, and also pouring me a drink. Unfortunately, the rest of the crew got busted. I slipped out and was quite thankful for the arrival of my drink .

We head out again, and witnessed a crime. Two guys were busting down an old gas station and trying to steal a tv from it. Valiantly, I dove out of the moving vehicle, and went to stop them. It just so happened that the cops had arrived too. They were not convinced that the men were trying to steal anything. But, as a witness, and someone who whole-heartedly upholds the law (made obviously by my earlier murder and breaking and entering) I ratted them out.

I aided in the investigation - while pocketing a few things from the crime scene - and convinced the cops that the guys were guilty. As they left, my companions and I took the tv they had been trying to steal and rode off.

Dream dwindled.

At the beginning of this dream, I had become lucid. I gave up control. These kinds of plots are the reason I give up lucid dreams.

250 person dodgeball in a department store. I was the victor. Harrison Ford with a machine gun showed up afterward. Tried to drive a car in snowy weather, didn't go well. Roommate drove me "home" and I helped my RA and her little sister (and their parents) move a wagon filled with water. A kid named Brad helped me too.

In the department store, became lucid. Gave it up.

That dream was so long...

But nothing really happened. I was in some shops. Stole two wallets because they had things in them, then returned to the store the next day and put the wallets back. Other stores were interesting, but I didn't really do much.

On and off lucidity, never took control.