Chatterbox: Down to Earth

Dreams! Post your dreams here! Good or bad, odd or ordinary, we want to know them—or at least I do. And also, I enjoy posting my own dreams, whether anyone actually wants to read them or not, and there isn't any current thread for dreams (and there always used to be, so I think we need one), so I'm making it myself.

I've had much more interesting dreams before (such as that really odd one similar to The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader, a Chronicle of Narnia, but much weirder, what with all the giant talking parrots and everything...), but I've already posted about all of them on one thread  or other, and I  don't feel like reposting them.

Before I go on, I want to make it known that when I'm dreaming, I always believe that my dreams are reality, and have absolutely no idea that it's merely my imagination. If you don't know that, the following 2 dreams I had recently won't make as much sense.

About a week ago, I dreamed from the point of view of an intelligent, loyal, cold, cruel, responsible, courageous, shy, quiet 12-year-old girl named Kira, with extremely dark brown hair almost shoulder length, but a bit shorter, and penetrating ice-blue eyes (so I thought I was her). She lived in a small village on the arctic tundra with her cheerful, optimistic, loving, thoughtful, outgoing, bright, ever-smiling 10-year-old cousin and, ironically, best friend, Annabelle, who had long golden curls like rays of sunshine, and warm, friendly eyes like clear blue lakes on a summer day. She was kind of like Rainbow from the Ingo series. She was a Mary Sue, really, but don't blame me for it; I couldn't control what I dreamed. They were orphans, raised by their aunt Irissa (I'd just read that name on a Chatterbox thread, so I didn't make it up; I think Mary Liz did, actually, but a part of me remembered it in my sleep, and so that was the aunt's name). Irissa was tall and thin, with hair in Kira's color, but Annabelle's shape, and coal-black eyes. She was cold, cruel, haughty, intelligent, and planned to take over the world, but she loved her nieces, and treated them well. Everyone in the village wanted to helkp her, including Annabelle and Kira. In fact, they loved her more than anything, and believed completely that what they were doing was right. Annabelle doesn't seem like that kind of person, but Irissa had told them storries by the fireside about all the horrible things people did in the world outside the tundra, and none of the good things, so she thought everyone was evil, and her aunt wanted to stop it. So did Kira, and even Irissa herself, for although she knew about the good and evil together that is in the world, she thought the bad outweighed the good, and she wanted to change everything, shape Earth until it became her own, (in her opinion) better version.

So anyway, at age 12, Kira was old enough to actually start to do things to make Irissa's eventual takeover easier. First, however, she had to have an Ordeal, in which she had to do some extremely difficult task to help her side, and if she failed, she couldn't do anything, but it wouldn't do much harm to her side. Don't ask me why that is; I suppose I've just been reading too much of the Young Wizards series. Well, now that I think about it, it may be to make sure that the side-helpers are trustworthy. Kira's Ordeal was to retrieve a key that was trapped inside a tree, and take it to Irissa. Kira cut a hole in the tree with a knife, retrieved the key, was asked by many of her enemies in disguise to give it to them, refused, took it to her aunt, and I woke up.

2 nights ago, I had a different dream. I, as me, got a part in a play at a huge theater.  It was awesome! Or, I assume it was. I started dreaming when the play started. I was a character named Lauren. A boy whise name I don't remember (let's call him Sam) had to set off on a journey for some reason (I don't remember this dream very well, so..), and a girl named Hilda went with him, as did I. And then the play was over, and I remarked tp my dad on how weird the plot was. The funny thing was, I specifically, said, "It's weird enough to be one of my dreams!" because of course I didn't know that it actually was. And then I thought, Hey, what if it actually is? Yay! I'm dreaming, and I know I'm dreaming, and it doesn't wake me up! Maybe I can dream lucidly! So then I tried to imagine a beautiful sunset, and I woke up. It didn't work.