Wow, it's way better not to use melatonin if you want good dreams, my dream recall is much better without it. [But, alas, I must use it to sleep on school nights because I eat dinner late at night and take 20-30 minutes to go to sleep when I'm tired, longer when not]
First Dream-
A rather pointless dream, it was lucid, but I didn't really do much with my abilities, more of changed others opinions.
I was at school, in an old, possibly 6th grade style portable [or, in the words on my English teacher, a trailer], in, I don't know which class but I know I was being all bitchy about it. Something about crayons and paper work.
I ran out of the classroom, saw a DC, Patrick, and I remembered how he wore those polyester pants to school one day and thought, "hey, I bet Miyavi's pants are sexier." An guess what? Unfortuantely, Miyavi didn't come beacsue I was focusing on comparing Pat, his pants, and Miyavi's pants. He was suddenly wearing one of Miyavi's black leather [tight] pants, and I was all, "oh, okay then..." I knew I was lucid by then and ran off, I think because of some cake in the 'trailers' that and the crayons and stuff, I don't know, I never remember my first dreams too clearly.
Eventually, after aimlessly running around, I went back to the portable, did stuff with crayons and ate the crappy tasting cake.
Dream 2-
I was at a dance, alone [miracle to me, me at a dance alone equals dream, IRL you'd have to kill me before I'd do that]. I was an orphan girl, with black-ish hair and brown eyes, in a black dress. Some people from real life were their too, I'll call them Mish, Kirin, and Kommie.
I'll mention to you now that I'm a manga freak, not as bad of one as in middle school, but I'm a bookworm in general [a picky one too] and manga just works for me [primarily due to my appreciation of art and need for my pop culture]. The only manga related character was Kyoya from Host Club, not that I complained, in my older dreams, lots of characters from books, movies, and/or manga would plague me [because I'm not a person who lives in societies box of 'Oh My Gawd, is that like, Brad Pitt? *insert girly squeal here* I'm not against preppy people, I just can't tolerate the artificial people, most of those people I've met are preps so that's the only reason they're my example].
Back to the dream, I was at a dance, lonely and bored as ever. It switches to third person POV and you see Kyoya, in a black suit, red rose in pocket, staring at something, with me in the background. His father shows off, Kyoya looks displeased, his dad comes to me, and next thing I know I'm under the care of a rich and powerful family. [Which explains Kyoya's disdained look, not too good for school life if it got out their family adopted a commoner]
After the party, we [Kyoya, his father, and I] go to a mall, similar to that of a mall that I go to often, we walk into a Best Buy [I think]. We go to a bathroom, they go to the handicapped stall. I follow them, then close and lock the door to find them gone. I find that all the turquoise dividers have disappeared between the stalls along with the toilets, and see an escalator in the wall. You could not stand on the escalator since the blue-gray wall was low, you'd have to kind of lay on t.
I walk to the escalator, and Mish, Kirin, and Kommie come into the bathroom, obviously following us. Mish and Kirin leave, exclaiming that they're not here. I get onto the escalator, grabbing a stair for dear life. I think that Kommie saw me, because she looked in my direction and yelled out "Misha, are you in here?" I think that that was the exact moment I became lucid, because I replied, knowing that anyone IRL would not fall for this, "No one's here, just go home."
She stood there for a few moments, as if in a stupor, and walked straight out of the room. I disappeared past the wall and at the end of the black tunnel, a few mesh green capeted stairs awaited me along with a hand. I grabbed the hand and held onto it for dear life [I think I was afraid of falling into the darkness at that point] as it pulled me up.
I was up on the other side with Kyoya's father and discovered that the green mesh was really little tufts of young grass growing in tiny white cubes no larger than a modern day cellphone. Those boxes made up the 'carpet' of the room. They began to float and the world almost went into that bizarre mode where up and down can't exist, that is, until I mentally forced the cubes back into the ground and stabilized the state of my 'dream world.' He said a few things about this place, walls and stuff had been added into my room [even a window], being my room. I asked about how Kyoya felt, he said he didn't know and didn't know where he was.
He left, the escalator and stairs that I had 'entered' the room with were gone, the carpet wasn't made of grass and boxes, and the walls were blue, it was night outside my window, I'd say about dusk [which is odd since the party was from 9-12am and I never saw the sun rise]. I realized that since I was adopted, I was Kyoya's sister, but then some of my funky logic kicked in the just made them my guardians in that dream, not my 'family.' I was happy because of that new found knowledge and wandered off once I left my room.
Then it was like Halloween, 'cept no one was in costumes and such, Kyoya's dad gave some people in front of me a burrito and Frisbee [rich people are weird, lol] and I was stuck with a bean filled haci-sack that I threw at Kyoya, he played with it a bit, though he didn't look too amused about all of it [he's been avoiding me]
Time skipped me again and it was time for another party, I was running all over the place looking for my black dress. No one knows where it is and Kyoya's still avoiding me. Then, my dream ended before I could find any rhyme or reason in anything in that dream when I realized how weird it was.
Dream 3-
The shortest [maybe] out of the three. I was staring at a few flowers and suddenly a little blue water can icon pops up in front of my face and I decide to water the plants. I water all the red flowers [morning glories I think] a black rose, a gold rose, and two tiny apple trees with miniature apples on them.
I was thinking at the time, 'Hey this is similar to Animal Crossing Wild World [A game I want so I can kill time while going to my dad's house].' I just shrugged it off and didn't become lucid and continued to water one apple tree until it turned into a big tree with sharp, dark green leaves and lacked the cute mini apples that it had only moments ago.
I ran off for a bit to the little Animal Crossing-style city, talked to pink squirrel next to a tree, asked it something, then woke up [thanks to a very mean person who forced me to eat breakfast instead of dream].
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