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I dreamt that I was just walking up to my house. In this dream it's the house I grew up in when I was a kid. My parents still live there, but the place isn't quite like how it was in real life. There are two cars out front. One of them parked in the road and another one up on those metal things when you need to boost up your car to work on the underside. I notice the car doesn't have tires, and there is a steady drip of gasoline coming from the back and leaking into the road. I run the rest of the way to the house, and immediately dive into the garage to look for something...anything at all, to catch the gasoline. The garage is a mess, there is crap everywhere, but I find a plastic coffee can with a few nuts and bolts in it and some short thick plastic coated plastic wire and dump it on the floor. It's pretty small, and won't hold much gas, but I could at least catch SOME of it while I went back to look for a bucket or something else bigger.
In real life we had converted the garage into a living area.
Back to the dream. I run into the house and tell about the leaking gas, but no one helps out. I also see that there is a slab leak in the house. Water is pouring in from a hole in the floor. I also notice other leaks coming up out of the ground outside. I begin to panic. I don't know what to do or how to handle this mess, and what's more I see through the window out the back of the house that there are police on the street opposite us, and I hope they won't come around to our street. They would surely want to know who is responsible for the gasloine spill. Then I am also thinking about how monsterous the repair and clean up of all this crap is going to be.
I don't remember how the dream ends.
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I actually had this dream a couple weeks ago but was in no mood to record it, amazingly I still remember quite a lot of it.
I am outside standing by a police car. In the dream I am a cop, and the car is on a bridge over water. I have a partner who is inside the car, but he gets out. The car has broken down, and then he comes to stand beside me between the railing of the bridge and the car. Both of us are nervous as we have been discovered. We had been keeping a secret from the rest of the force, and that secret was that we were both shape changers, and both of us could transform, at will, into crocodiles. The broken down car was a pretty serious concern.
Other police arrive pulling up with their sirens blaring. They stop several feet before our car, and then we know we need to make a daring escape. My partner leaps into the water first, but I am a little slower. I am hell of a lot larger, but I manage to finally get myself into the right position to vault myself over the railing. I remember the sensation of my shoes falling off, and before I hit the water the other cops are shooting at me, and a bullet grazes one of my heels, just a tap, really, but enough to cause pain. I slash into the water and sink. By this time I have completely transformed, and I am looking down into the murky water to the muddy bottom.
The police will not be able to follow me here. They can shoot into the water all the want, they can't see us. I see my partner resting at the bottom. There are a few other crocs here as well. I don't recall if I recognized them as fellow shape changers or if they were just regular animals. My partner opens his mouth in a way of greeting. I land in front of him, and open my mouth, too. I am about twice the size of any other crocodile in the water. I feel sad that I was forced to leave my life behind as a cop. I liked my job and was very good at it, but I also liked being in the swamp. Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad, even though starting over again would be hard.
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I had a very very long lucid dream last night. I think the longest I ever had. So I will try to recall the many questions I asked the dream. But first the earlier dream which was not lucid.
Before going to bed last night I did a whole lot of house work, as I wanted to have a nice clean house for the long weekend. So I swept the floors, did a load of laundry, washed dishes and finished most of the ironing (my least favorite thing to do). I spent realtively little time on line before going to bed, but not before reading some more of my current book on lucid dreaming, which had some points I had not yet considered here and there. Mainly a point about a "hidden observer" who essentially is a part of the dreamer him or herself that, as far as I can comprehend, is the more intelligent and as close to the "all knowing" part of one as you can get. The writer of the book attempt to find his hidden obsever (although i haven't read the part yet where he encounters it) I decided to attempt to find my "hidden observer, among several other lucid dream challanges.
Now on to the dream. The not lucid one.
I am outside on a steep street. There is a quite a crowd. I am on the higher part looking down, there are many around me, but I don't know any of them. There is a seperate crowd about ten yards apart facing up. Among them is a person I only know about on line, who is an artist on the art community I am part of called Fur Affinity. I never meet her in real life, and aside from that I really like her funny cartoon drawings I don't actually know her, or even know what she looks like. But the person I see I identify as being her, and I can somehow see her cartoon characters like if they were floating around her. That is, in fact how I identify her.
To my right and her left (because she's facing the opposite direction) there is a dirt trail going into the woods. Somehow some of us (from both grounps) need to go on this trail, and follow it. I really would like for that person to walk with me. The hill is so steep I begin to slip downwards towards that person. I can't help it. She look up at me and looks kind of like she's scared. I am not aware of how I appear to her, but my perspective tells me I am a whole shit ton taller than I am in real life that's for sure.
I nearly slide into the crowd, but I sit down and give myself a lower center of gravity. Some objects (unidentifyable) roll down the hill past me. I turn to the right and head for the dirt trail. Without actually talking to anyone, or anyone saying anything to me I realize I am going to have to walk down the trail by myself. I don't like the idea, and feel kind of depressed about it, but realize I can't afford to wait around. I don't know what was so important about the trail.
I am not on the trail long when I find something along the path. I pick it up. It contains some fried fish, and some other items that were not food. I can't eat the fish, it's not rotten yet, but certainly not suitable for a snack, as it's origins are dubious at best. I think I will dispose of the fish in the woods and let the racoons have it or whatever. I forget what the other items are, but I want to keep them.
I had seen some people walking up ahead of me in groups of two or threes, but I can't see them anymore after a short time.
I come upon a fence, and can't proceed as normal,but I also can't go around (don't remember why) so I have to climb the fence. I worry about who ever owns the fence observing me and being upset. It can't be helped, I have to go over the fence, but it's easy. I barely exert myself at all.
But there is fence after fence now, and some of them are really high, and some yards are very short while some are really long. So I am leaping over all these fences, one after another. At last someone sees me and is pissed off, and runs out to let me know how mad they are. I turn to look at them, at the time I am just on top of another fence, and see it's a cop, and he has a gun and says he's going to shoot me. I am not worried, I tell him to go ahead, and see how much good it does him, as I know the bullets aren't going to do much damage to me. I am pretty pissed off myself.
I turn to continue my fence hopping journey, and I feel something like pellets bouncing off of my back. I turn to see the cop again still shooting at me, and I tell him"Fuck you!" and then continue on, feeling kind of scared anyway.
In this dream I have a different body. I don't know what it looked like, as I was taking that for granted, but obviously bullets didn't hurt me, and I was really huge.