Thread: Dream story (commu it help needed)

Hey guys, this is where I will be posting my story about lucid dreaming. Though, there is much more to it than that. In this thread, will post the parts to the story only. I Would appreciate Feedback in the following thread, and I will sometimes ask for help, including~

-task in a LD
-to be a character
-general questions involving the story.

http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...nt-needed.html

Spoiler for Part 1- I am Not Perfect:

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Answer after answer, I fill in the bubbles quickly. I am taking a test for my sociology class, and it's taking me no time at all to complete. This is not a surprise. I don't seem to have any problems at all to learn my subjects. Except for math, for some reason. Luckily, I didn't have to take a math class this semester at all. As long as I don't want to major in math or science, that is. I have no clue what career path I'd like to pursue. No idea at all. My teachers and parents have high hopes for me, though. Everyone thinks I'd be a good archeologist, or doctor.

The problem is, everyone thinks I'm perfect. Well, not everyone. Everyone in my life except for my close friends and parents think I am.

But, come on, no one can really think that. Everyone acts like I am, however.

I suppose I may get this trait from my parents. They've had 'perfect' lives. They were popular as kids, in more than one sport, and somehow, they were able to juggle school on top of that. My father is a neurosurgeon and my mother is a geologist. In some ways, I'm the same, but they claim 'I waste my time'. Which, I suppose, I can't blame them. I am in volleyball, but 'that is all'. Even though I've never had to study much for any of my classes, I have homework that sucks up all my time, essays, mostly. But, you see, I'm always 'taking breaks' to do something on the internet. From random searches, to social media sites, I've done it.

You'd think this evidence alone would be proof that I am no image of perfection. But people say stuff like, 'well, the image of perfection changes all the time, so the perfect person has to keep up with the times.'

Oh, bull shit. There are better things I could be doing, but I just don't do them.

Can you please see that I'm not perfect now, please?

This is exactly why my escape is in my dreams. They're just as weird and random- and as imperfect- as anyone else's. when I try to explain to a person that I'm not perfect (which is rare now-a-days since I know that it's no use), this is one of my major pieces of evidence. They usually claim that I must be lying, as if I wanted to be average, proving that I am not perfect. And that is exactly what I am doing, but no one believes me. It is as if people think that basic dreaming 'rules' don't apply to me.

When I try to do something that someone couldn't twist in their minds that I am not perfect,for some reason I can't find myself to do it.

Why? My brain is imperfect, but that is not shown in my actual life.

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More dream parts are involved later. What so you guys think?