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So I had this very long dream, quite vivid dream (I have been having them a lot lately), so I decided to put this up to get a rough idea what they might be about. Sorry in advance it this is long. I remember that I was in some kind of war school kind of thing. It was set in my school assembly hall (not sure why). I don't remember much from this, but I do remember we got yelled at a lot. When we were on our break, we were in a garden which looked like my nan and grandpa's garden in my home country. They called us in, but me and my friend (not sure who it was) were really, really late. When we entered they yelled at us. Then skip to a part where we were on the floor, I realised and said out loud, "Wait, this is a dream!" Being a person who has lucid dreams, I stood up and walked over to the main person who was there. I said something along the lines of, "go away, leave us alone". (This is a new lucid dream technique I'm trying out, instead of thinking for something to happen, I say it out loud, it works). Then the scene shifted and I was by my house (in my current country) with my good friend, let's call her Hayley since I don't want to give away her actual name. I said that I really want to travel and she said she wants to aswell. I then changed my hands and legs to wings and flew above the ground. Hayley smiled and did the same. I didn't know she could do it too, so I was pleasantly surprised. We both then flew to some flats. We landed on the roof of one and were now in my home country again, eventhough we only flew for a little while. The roof had a window, so we went in through it, because I saw three of my friends that live in my home country. We talked about something, and we were about to fly out of a side window when I saw teachers from my current country in my home country. So we climbed out of the rooftop window again. Then the scene changed again and we were at a really serif airport. It was only small but open, and was right next to a park. I know I was with a few members of my family. I am not sure if Hayley way there at this point. I THINK I summoned a small plane because when it turned up my mum said that it's too small and I said that that's the best I can do (in a jokey way). However when we were about to get on, you could only see a bed (sheets were blue with white pillows), which I'm guessing is what was in the plane. I was confused on the dream about that. Then we didn't end up boarding yet as it was too small for all of us. I saw a plane fall (they were really small planes, and kinda looked 2D, like a sorta 3D model of what you would see in a cartoon. I offered to help the people get it up but they said to and lifted it. Then another fell and I said something along the lines of, "come up, come on," and clicked my fingers. The plane lifted up and the 2 guys were staring at me. I walked away with a smile. Then I saw people with guns and in black clothes. I wanted to get their attention but didn't know their names, so I called out a random name and they turned around. I went right up to them and told them to leave and that no one wants them there. I think they were close to shooting me, and weren't disappearing, so I closed my eyes and concentrated. I told them to leave again and this time they all went apart from 1 or 2. I went up to them and said the same thing, but they didn't go. One was aiming his gun at me so I grabbed another gun and shot at him. He turned and ran and I shot at his but again. The other disappeared. Then I turned around and said something along the lines of, "of to California," to my family (California is not my home country or current country). At some point in the dream, not sure when, I was in my bedroom (current country) with a person (I don't know who it was). There were 3 guns. One in his/her hands, one in my hands, and one on the bed. I aimed at them but they grabbed the gun, but before they could shoot me, I got the one on the bed and shot at them.

It was the day before and I was getting ready for a dance recital. I was super excited and I was getting makeup and bringing pretty clothes and everything. The next morning, my mom took me to a cafe to get me cozy before the recital. We were in a big hurry then because we were going to be late and then when I got there, I was tardy but the dance hadn't started yet. I still had time so I was relieved. Then a fellow dancer of mine was welcoming me, and some of the girls were applying makeup in front of the mirror. I thought I should follow lead, but then I realized I had forgotten something major and had to go back. So I went back and I was in this secluded place with mountains near. It was like something from an ancient folktale with mountain tribes. Then, as I was about to go into a little private shop, a few people caught my eyes. They were, like, wearing gangster clothing and they had big beards and kind of looked like hippies. Except they weren't, because I knew they were gangsters. And as they began to stomp, slowly and rhythmically, through the surroundings, I felt a sense of impending doom, and I was waiting tensely. As I waited, they finally attacked and began to shoot people down. It passed quickly, and I didn't remember much of it. When the attack had finally passed, I felt like I had just woken up from a long dream. I knew I had been subject to a shooting, but it felt really surreal. And since so many people were dead, and there was a loudspeaker talking about how people had died in this recent shooting, I was confused. Did I survive? Or was I dead and just a ghost of my former self, pretending to be alive? Anyways, I was really incredulous because I had just survived this shooting and the news had just been here and they didn't even care about what had happened to me. Then I could go back to my school, but now I had missed the recital and my teacher would be angry at me. So I went back to school for a short while and didn't let anyone see me, and I saw all the other dancers and people congratulating them and I felt disappointed I hadn't attended. But I didn't tell my mom anything and we drove to the psychiatrist because we had an appointment that day. However, I didn't want to tell the psychiatrist what happened. I just hung around the hospital lobby for awhile and the doctor at the front was staring at me. I went to the psychiatrist's office for awhile, and we talked, and then I left. Then my classmates began filing into the same hospital I was in. An alarm went off and everyone was told to remain calm and go with their heads down and their arms covering their heads. The scenery kind of morphed into a school and I felt like we were waiting to be dismissed. So anyways, suddenly all my teachers and the students of my school were there. I was bending down with a bunch of boys near me. I think they were joking around. I saw my history teacher speaking to everyone and once, I caught the head of my psychiatrist. People were telling the kids to remain calm.

My dream begins with My dad, his wife and my two half sisters driving home from a family get together in the country. It was well after dark and the girls were fussy and over tired. We saw out the window a small but unfamilliar church as we drove down one of the historical roads with the overarching oak trees (you know , the kind of streets you aren’t allowed to build on or develop?) . From the car we could see the lights in the church were on and people were inhabiting it despite It being late. Dad call from the driver seat , “ hey, Maybe we should go pay them a visit” and I was like “no dad, It’s 11 o’clock at night. Plus, you cant just invite yourself into a church function that’s weird and impolite. “ You just don’t want to go say hi because you think christians are weird” I stopped arguing as we pulled into the empty parking lot ( where were the attendees parking?) . So walked into the church and said hello . The people there were all plump and friendly, and they greeted us as if they expected our company. There was a girl my age wearing a purple sweater that matched the brackets of her braces who wouldn’t stop asking me were I wanted to go to college. The mood changed from jolly to forboding as we decided to leave. The people we met in the church followed us to our car urging us to stay . As we drove home I saw the same church front appear in different places on the route home. Everything seemingly returned to the status quo as we ended our trip and got settled in at home. All the while I was obsessing about the bizarre church and the even stranger people within it . who were they ? Where were their cars? Why were they at church in the middle of the night, in the first place? The next day in chemistry I was telling a friend ( a kid in my chemistry class that I actually can’t stand) about the mysterious encounter and my plan to return the following night. he was like “ whoa , that’s spooky, Don’t go!” and I was like “ I’m definitely going” He said “well, in that case , I’m coming with you” So, we drove out to where the church was passing a few identical churches on the way. We went back to the original site of the church and entered. Its patrons hadn’t left . When we enter they all came at us trying to restrain us. Before they were upon us I tried to reopen the door and escape. I had locked automatically. Then just when the situation seemed most dire, my friend pulled out a pocket knife , and broke a window through which we escaped and sped away in my car. The Church building followed us , popping up sporadically on streets that had been empty before.

A meeting with one of my favourite actors, I decide to dress up as characters from his show and act like them, but then I accidently activate a nuclear bomb and we swim through the tsunami into a jungle where we start to build treehouses and swing from branches, kinda like Tarzan. Then, I'm invited to an American hotel, I meet some of my friends there, but then it's attacked by gunmen at first we run but then I decide I'm not going to waste time, I'm going to fight them so we go to find guns from a local military base. Finally, I'm moving home and I'm with these people that I've never met. I chill with them and go round to meet my other flatmate who lives in an imposing house next door to us, it's like a gothic mansion. Both houses are in a secluded area. A man comes to the door but then I hear something really strange and as I don't like haunted houses, I leave my friend there. Later on, after explaining I think it's haunted, my friend comes to our door saying that there's a recording of the owner being a murderer explaining things about trying to find a new killer, a successor, the house has weird lights and rooms are lit up in different colours from yellow to red and we can hear cackles and screams from the recording of the murderer's actions. I decide lets call the police but my phone's running out of battery and I'm worried about staying there and ringing on the house phone. Then, a guy comes along with his daughter and we deduce they are possibly the possessed spirit of the murderer and his possessed daughter, both of whom are dead. I leave the house, and two others join me as it's dark as we need to call the police and it's dark and we're afraid of the dark in horror situations. Then my dream ended.

I was in school, and we were selling something. Then we were preparing for a big war at the end of school against some barbarians. On the last day of school, we had to choose a weapon. I managed to get a small mace, about the size of something you would get from a toy vending machine. I was kind of disappointed, but then I saw someone had drawn a stuffed animal, so I felt better about myself. So some people were relaxing, we had to clean out our desks, and there were a bunch of thin books in my desk. There were also drinks. I was kind of worried about the war, and I wondered who were the barbarians. The teacher told us we were allowed to kill, so I guessed that they weren't teachers. So I went outside and started swinging around the mace to practice, and accidentally hit my own hand a few times. It bled but it didn't hurt.

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