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I went to bed at 2ish, and then WBTB at like 7.

I am at some party with my friends. I'm really uncomfortable, since I'm kind of a wallflower. Someone brings out the beer and drugs. I really shouldn't be here. What if my parents find out? I leave with my friends M and B. We walk out, but M says that we should steal a car. I immediately protest, but somehow, we find a bus, we break into it, and with B in the driver's seat, we drive off. I'm kind of freaking out, but I go along with it anyway.

We pull up next to a party bus at a red light. We exchange glances, and somehow mutually decide to drag race. The light turns green, and B floors it. We're losing the race, but then a cop pulls out and pulls over the other bus. That was close. We speed off, but then another cop comes to pull us over. I try to play it cool, hoping they don't know the bus is stolen. B gets out of the car to talk to the cops. Without saying a word, M jumps into the driver's seat and floors it.

"M, what the heck are you doing? You're going to get us killed!"
"I don't know man."
"Dude, I can't go to jail, pull over!

The bus continues to gain speed. I better turn myself in, maybe they'll be merciful. I open the side door and look out. From the side, it doesn't look like we're going very fast. I look behind us to see a single red car with police lights on top. I motion for them to move out of the way, but they don't. I just decide to make a move. I kind of step down from the car onto the pavement. I stay on my feet, which is good, but then the red cop car is heading straight for me. In some kind of slow-motion sequence, I determine which way is the best to jump, and barely dive out of the way before the car hits me. I roll into the grass on the side of the road.

I stand up, take a minute to collect myself, and walk over to where the cops and B are. One cop that looks like Carl Winslow from Family Matters sees me.

"Did you just jump out of a bus going 35 mph?"
"No, I think it was more like 15."

I kind of rest with my hands on my knees for a while, trying to catch my breath and soak in what just happened. The scene kind of shifts, and I'm under this patio at some kind of park. I see a clock that says it's 2:09 am. I see the cops taking M away in handcuffs. A female cop walks over to me. She says she'll let me go if I can tell her what time it is and what all happened that night. I tell her it's about 2:15 in the morning, and then try to remember what happened. I try to think back, but I have two overlapping memories - one of the car chase, and one of me going to bed.Wait a minute, I went to bed a while ago. I must be dreaming. I turn back to the cop.

"Do you want me to tell you what actually happened, or what happened in this dream?"
"Excuse me?"
"That's right, this is a dream. None of this is real."
She shines a light in my face. "Sir, have you been drinking this evening?"
"No, really, I'll prove it to you!"

I try to float up above her, but I can't get off the ground."Wait, hold on, I got this." She begins to look a little perturbed, and I see her reach for her handcuffs. Maybe this isn't a dream after all. But I can't go to jail. I gotta come up with something fast. I plug my nose and breathe loudly through it. It really isn't all that impressive, but she seems to be amazed. "You think that's cool, check this out." I squat down, and jump with all my might. I leap above the buildings about 50 feet in the air. I then slowly float down in front of her. She has a puzzled look on her face, like she is questioning everything that's happening. I'll show her one more thing. I pick up this heavy table next to me and try to balance it on my finger. I hold it for a while, but then it falls. "Meh, that one's still a work in progress."

We walk around to the side of the building. "I can still answer your question if you want."
"No, I don't think that's necessary anymore. I think I just need some time to think stuff out."
I turn around to see a large group of my friends. I hear some rock song playing, kind of like a song at the end of a movie right before the credits. Well, let's put on a show. I take off with a running start and fly off. I fly over to a nearby billboard, do kind of a wall run on it, and keep flying. I get a ways off the ground, and I decide to just float off, like a balloon released in the wind. I rise up to the clouds. To make sure the dream doesn't destabilize, I rub my hands together. Unfortunately, doing that makes the dream instantly destabilize, and I wake up.

Level of Lucidity: 0
Level of Clarity: 7
Level of Realism: 7
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

I was sitting in my car driving down the freeway. There's not much traffic and I decide to let the horses run free. I get up to about 140 MPH and all of a sudden a cop pulls on the freeway and turns dead left to drive across the lanes and cut me off. I had to turn right to narrowly miss hitting him, and it ended up freeing my tires and causing my car to spin. There was a small grassy bank on the right side of the road, and I managed to steer up the bank instead of back onto the freeway and into the wall. I was now going forward sideways, and the back end of my car barely clipped a rock on the bank, causing it to lift. My car began to rotate and flip wildly one after another spinning like crazy end to end! As I was spinning I was carefully watching the direction I was going when my windshield was facing that way and I precisely maneuvered my car in between a large tree and the giant pole used to tell the street exits coming up. My car was spinning and looked just like an Infernus spinning out in Grand Theft Auto San Andreas. It finally stopped and then the engine shut off. I tried to crank it but it wouldn't start. "Damnit.. I need a mechanic.."

I hopped out of my car and started walking up the bank, there was a large group of people on the top of the bank just hanging out, and most of them seemed to be douche-y guys I know from real life. A couple of them were wearing mechanic like work clothes. I asked one of them to help me, and he said "Sure, but don't worry about that right now, come inside and hang out!" He pointed to a small pub like place that was located behind him, adjacent to the freeway. I went inside and sat at a table with a couple of girls that I knew from the real life and a guy who's a friend of mine. I was talking to them telling them what happened, and then I realized I don't know one of the girls, but I'm just friends with her on FaceBook.

When I say this girl is beautiful.. I mean this girl is Drop-What-You're-Doing-Get-Over-Here-And-Tell-Her-She's-Beautiful kind of beautiful. Just before I went to bed I was thinking "If I ever meet her the only thing I'd be able to say is --You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met--" When I met her in the dream she said "Hi. I'm Leah." and all I managed to say was "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met Leah."

We talked for a bit and then she said she had to go, and some of the other people who were there had to go too because they were all car pooling. All of a sudden one of the waiters at the restaurant started talking like a old pervert to her. Shouting stuff in the restaurant like "I'd like to take you for a trip down memory lane little girl" and all sorts of weird pervy shit. The first time he said something I couldn't believe it. The second time he said something I stood up and told the guy "You can shut your dirty ole' pervert mouth or I won't have a problem shutting it for you." He laughed a bit and at the same time I got up another boy did too who seemed interested in Leah. Him and I looked at eachother. Competition. We put our competition for the girl aside and decided to unite over the common enemy. The old pervert said "I'd like to see you boys try... while I'm feeling up Little Miss Cutie over there."

That was all we needed, we started walking towards the guy and the other guy who was with me looked hesitant. I kept walking straight for the guy and rolled up my sleeves so as to not get blood on them. The guy looked confident that I wasn't going to punch him, but I walked right up to him and punched him right in the nose. He quickly rebutted and tried to hit me, but he was extremely slow, and I dodged it easily. The other boy now engaged to, by giving him a quick jab to the side. We fought for a bit and I pulled off some amazing fighting moves, jumping up and kicking him in the face, spinning backwards and doing backflips to avoid punches etc.

After punching and flip-kicking the guy a few times I looked out of the door behind us to see what other people were doing, thinking maybe he's had enough. I realized Leah and nobody else was even paying attention, or seemed to care. When I looked back the Pervert and the other guy were under the bed fighting. Odd. The guy said "Ok.. Sorry..." I nodded a bit and offered him a hand up, thinking I was going to bring him over to Leah and make him apologize to her. As I grabbed his hand he slipped his other hand around my ankle and tried to trip me. I quickly kicked his face and walked out. The other boy left already and was back in front hitting on Leah.

I walked out and walked right up to her and said "Hey... Let's get to know eachother better." She smiled and told me to text her, but then she couldn't remember her phone number, so she asked me for mine and she texted me so I had hers.

After that just about everyone left and I sat back down and started to tell this story to one of the patrons at the restaurant.

Practices: ADA, RRC, WILD
Pre-bed: small piece of chicken and a cup of apple juice.
My stomach hurt pretty badly last night (unrelated to the food).
Set my intent for lucid goals (taste something, crush a rock into a diamond, go eat lunch with some friends).

#1 - It's snowy and I think I may be a little kid. I'm not sure. I live in an arctic environment. My house is made of wood and snow. We might be fighting someone - I don't remember. I remember something about bosses (as in, video game bosses) and people hiding underneath the snow that would pop up and attack you.

Woke up. My stomach still hurts. Used the bathroom.

#2 - I am in a check-out line chatting with another person in line. We're talking about Grand Theft Auto. I'm telling him about a mod someone made where you basically drive around as Simba from The Lion King. You don't have hands or anything, you just drive around the city as a lion. During the dream, I think it's hysterical because I'm imagining all the reactions people would have to a lion just chilling in a convertible at a stop light.

I wake up. I have to use the bathroom, and my stomach still hurts. I lie back down and begin WILD techniques.

This WILD, I did not have any HI and I did not feel the onset of REM atonia. I used to but it seems like lately I just don't pay attention or filter it out. I don't continue repeating my mantra while making a serious attempt at WILD because it actually distracts me too much. Sometimes I visualize and sometimes I don't, depending on how much I feel it's distracting rather than helping. This morning, I did not visualize.

I get a "lapse" in the middle of my WILD where I feel like I do lose lucidity, but my mind is so alert for any kind of dreams or dreamlets that as soon as a dream starts it will grab my attention again. So I actually do zone out for a while during most of my successful WILDs and I feel like it's why they're successful - you actually have to let your mind wander and dream to have a dream in the first place.

A "flash" catches my attention - a brief but super-clear and fully formed dreamlet. Normally they shock me awake because they come with zero warning - it instantly goes from blackness to a fully-formed landscape. Since I've been working on not letting them startle me, though, I was able to 'grab' this one:

I am in a basement bedroom of some sort. It's very clean, with white walls. I'm standing on the bed. There is a small window high above me that is letting sunlight in. The window frame is made of dark wood.

I bounce up and down on the bed, peering out of the window. It is a brilliant fall day outside and the trees are vivid red and orange. There are leaves all over the ground; some dried and brown, others still brightly colored.

I haul myself through the window frame, ignoring the glass and making it insubstantial. Even though it ought to be too small for me to fit through, I still manage to wriggle through it. The sunlight is super bright and temporarily blinds me with a lense-flare effect as I haul myself out of the window well.

"LEEEEAAAAAAVES!" I crow triumphantly and plow into a pile of red and orange leaves. I roll around in them, kicking my legs and sending a whirlwind of leaves all over the place. I flop my arms around in them and rub my face in them. I remember my lucid goal and begin enthusiastically shoving leaves into my mouth. They are very thin and papery and taste like stale crackers, with a hint of glue. I sit up and spit out a mouthful of leaves. I wake up.

My lucid self cracks me up sometimes. I'm in complete control of my faculties, but I'm so enthusiastic about absolutely everything.

I am in San Andreas- a setting from one of the Grand Theft Auto games. I must have beaten up some hookers because I am fleeing from the police in a car. As I am trying to escape, everything shifts to 3rd person, but I am still in control of myself. Suddenly, I feel my body slowly start to transform. My arms and legs are growing shorter, and I suddenly can't reach the steering wheel. I am transformed! Into a divine being?! No. Into some sort of animal?! No. Into a Leprechaun?! No. Into "Ike" from South Park?! Yes.

The police are now beginning to catch up. Because of my stumpy arms and legs I can't drive properly. Unfortunately, I somehow manage to drive towards the edge of a cliff and I climb out of the car. "FREEZE, PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!", the police officers yell. I look towards the edge of the cliff, and an enormous tree is adjacent to it with a rope-swing attached to one of its branches. Out of desperation, I jump and grab hold of the rope swing. But suddenly, I lose my grip and I splatter into a bloody mess on the floor. The police officers then start laughing.

The end.

I stayed up reallly late last night and convinced my dad to let me skip school. "Perfect wild oppriantunty," I thought. I dont rember entering sp or anything, just waking up in grand theft auto then realsiseing i dont have gta anymore. I MUST BE DREAMING!!. I almost failed waking myself up, but then i rembered the hand reality check. 6 fingers SWEET! Me and my dad drove around shooting people when we entered a grand canyon area. He was telling me how some people where after us when they pulled up behind us and started shooting. I duck behind the sheat when a bullet hit me, but it didnt hurt. What a weird sensation. We find a cop car burryied in rocks when i wake up in the dream world, outside of grand theft auto. I woke up for real shortly after this. My first LD was amazing and will not be eaisly forgotten.