Lyrics to Lunacy

I was in some sort of training complex for all sorts of stuff. How to shoot a gun, how to use a sword, how to drive some fancy type of vehicle, etc. It was outside, and extended to a low, gray, brick wall. In the background, people where driving fancy vehicles that looked like a mix between a jeep and a golf cart, and was made for one person. Others were fencing with very nice looking swords, ranging from rapiers to katanas. Some people were kneeling and shooting automatic weapons at bags of flour.

I was in a line to be assigned to one of these activities. People in front of me were being handed guns and swords and whatnot from a military looking man with a clipboard. He was obviously some sort of marshal, though I was not sure that this was a military complex. Worried, I felt around my head, and found with much jolliness that I did not have a buzz cut, and at the moment, that convinced me that I was not actually in the presence of the military.

When I reached the marshal looking fellow, the looked me up and down briefly. His eyes stayed on my left hand for a moment. I looked down at it to notice, for the first time, that I was holding a pair of scissors, with a shiny blades at an angle from the black scissor-handle-doodad. I looked at the man in front of me. He pointed to my right and grunted. He then walked grudgingly elsewhere, as I was the end of the line.

I found a group of six or seven other people, one of them an adult man with black hair and a coat, an instructor of sorts. The other five were the same group of people more or less than my age that seem to follow me around on the weekends. ( :O )

If I remember correctly, there were three men including me (But not the instructor) , and three women, and all of us had scissors with black scissor-handle-doodads, but not all with shiny angled blades.

The instructor instructed us, though I do not remember any specific thing he said. We seemed to be a group of elite scissor ninjas, and proceeded to go through drills such as scissor tai-chi, scissor dueling, and snipping at the necks of training androids with fake flesh. At the end of the training, I twirled the scissors around my index finger, feeling rather pleased with my skills in scissory. Then I woke up, and felt disappointed with the tiny blunt scissors I got in kindergarten.

I had a lucid last night, it might have ranked among my top ten best lucids. Enjoy. :3

I was in the 8th grade hall of my school, having a conversation with a friend about, ironically, lucid dreaming. The dismissal bell had rung; everybody, in colorful clothes, was heading downstairs via the double staircase and to the door beside of it. My friend departed, and I didn't pay attention to where he was going, but by the looks of it, he was going to fall down the stairs.

I was shortly outside, walking on the path to the bus loop that went along the mostly glass side of the school. Somewhere along the way I met another friend, distinguishable from his ethnicity and his green coat. Also, along the way, I became lucid. I continued walking, to prevent myself from getting too excited.

I marveled at how real everything was, everything was so accurate. I took this path every day for two years, and I'm still walking it this year, but I was still very impressed. Even the ditch that had been recently filled in, only this week, was accurate. The only flaws were a giant dollar weed growing next to the filled in ditch, and the lack of chalk paintings beneath my feat.



I was now on the asphalt road to the bus loop. Garbage trucks and other kinds of large trucks parked here. The light dimmed, mist seeped in around the sides of of the building and the surrounding forest. I just went along with it. My initial lucidity is usually followed by some sort of event that seemed to try to knock me back into non lucidity, usually I give in. Not this time.

"He's coming," I heard somebody whisper. Sound's just about right, it always seems to be a DC trying to confront me.

The basket ball court, a way's away, expanded to the size of a football field, and I was on top of it. The mist turned into a dark gray fog. I saw a dash at the fog's edge, chasing somebody.

It was really fast, like a ninja. According the the blur, the attacker was white with blonde hair, and he throws his arms back and leans forward at he runs.

I run around aimlessly, hoping for a sigh of the dream character. While running, I stuck a hand out and barely caught a pen, being thrown like a knife, from hitting another DC on the field. I smirked and said something incoherent, as it was hard to focus. I hadn't come derailed at all from the dream; concentration was just a little rough. I ran in pursuit of the attacker.

At some point, I stumbled, and as I caught my self from the fall, a rather late idea emerged;

I should stabilize the dream!

(Author's note: If you're one of those people who like music while reading about fights, I'd recommend this.)

"Anchor dream," I managed to blurt out. The dream immediately stabilized by at least five times. It had already been realistic; but it was like I was playing a video game, now I was actually there. I noticed after stabilized that my vision was about to black out before. I suppose I caught my fall more ways than one.

A swift force dropped me to the ground and rolled me over, and the attacker was standing on top of me, a short, pointed stick pulled back in his left hand, and a dragon shaped kazoo held less then a foot from my face in his right.

Perfect.

I moved the kazoo aside with a forearm, feeling it's jagged wooden texture, the feelings of the spikes on the dragon kazoo were that of the dull edge of a wooden cube.

The attacker, no older that thirteen, thrust his stick forward, towards my chest. As I intercepted, I noticed from the feeling of his momentum that he was only applying brute force and no technique other than a few fancy stances. Many principles of waking life combat are not present in lucid dreaming, needless to say. But I could name a few.

The dream character I was fighting was fast, but within limit. I kept his arms away from his center so he lacked protection and so he would take longer to recover. I disarmed him from his stick by drawing a circle with his wrist, and I made it burst into flames by setting my hand on fire. I reached out towards him with my flaming hand and he scampered back ten feet, and I stood up.

The dream transitioned to a bedroom, lit by a window. The ceiling was slanted, it was part of the roof. The boy who attacked me was sitting in a corner for reason, and I made him vanish on a whim. I contemplated on flying through the window, wondering if I would fit. The corners of my vision began fading quickly. My single attempt to re-stabilize the dream failed, and I blacked out into the insides of my eyelids, which I opened. I did a reality check using the digital clock on my dresser. I was awake.

But then I fell asleep again, and I can recall some dream about a squad of seven jet fighters that ended sadly with a nuke and them all being incinerated.

So that was cool.

I was barely asleep at all. I was simply observing a jumble of thoughts, the kind you get between wakefulness and dreams. More towards wakefulness. I had obviously just recently shut my eyes.

Then I remembered I was asleep. This is a dream. Is this a dream? I pondered. No, came the conclusion. I am barely asleep. Nevertheless, I tried rubbing my hands together simply for experimentation. I half expected trying to move to wake me up. But as I was successful in rubbing my hands, my senses immediately sharpened tenfold, and a dream formed around me. I could suddenly see the waving of the bright green grass below my feet. I could feel the wind on my face. But I couldn't feel my hair, I noted.

It was daytime, light was radiating off of everything, especially the grass, which almost hurt to look at. But it looked nice anyway. Different regions of the sky were colored different shades of blue, like a tye die of only blue. There were several small clouds, lit at strange angles, and it was unclear were the sun was in the sky.

I was outside of a Minecraft house on top a hill surrounded by trees. It stood on a wooden foundation, and had bright red walls of brick, almost as bright as the grass, and had a triangular wooden roof, and a few windows placed without order all around it.

I ran fast, like a ninja, and tried to summon a DC over the hill. It didn't work, and the dream transformed into my 7th grade math class. I lost a fraction of my lucidity, but I already suspected I was in a dream. I rose from my chair and walked across the room, looking for confirmation that this was a dream. The teacher didn't object to walking around the room during a lesson, but if he did I would have told him to can it. I don't want to do anything risky, in case I wasn't actually in a dream. Too late.

I impulsively pulled a student's chair out from under him, and tossed it around in the air. It was as light as a feather. I smirked. You're loosing it, I addressed my subconscious, which always finds it particularly hilarious to trick me into waking up. Get better tricks. Of course, as I thought that, I woke up.

My eyes instantly opened. I stayed still. Crap, I thought groggily, and closed my eyes again. I materialized in the dining room of my house, in another lucid dream. DEILDs were never that hard for me, but to do one barely on a whim made me really proud of myself.

My dining room was almost never used for dining, it instead was home too the three desktop computers my family uses. It's were we all spend most of our time (Being geeks and all. ), though, so it was a good replica. Almost everything in the room was wooden. Hardwood floor, a wooden bookcase, that was full to the brim in a not so orderly fashion, all the desks were made of wood, another full wooden bookcase, a wooden games shelf, wooden chairs, a and wooden table folded up against the wall. The wall wall white, though not much of it showed because it was covered by bookshelves and desks. The wall the table is folded up beside has a very large window with daylight coming through and shining onto the hardwood floor that was partially covered up by two large and colorful carpets.

I tried summoning another dream character around the corner, still without luck. Looking for another way to assert my dominance over my dreams, I tried to close the browser on my computer screen.
"Computer," I addressed it. "Close window."

It took a while. I considered flying into the computer, like in TRON, but memories of the last time I tried to fly indoors came up, and I decided against it. The browser eventually closed, but the BSOD came up, and I woke up. I had to admit though, that was hilarious.

My eyes opened, and I stayed still again. No use though, I thought, the chances of another successful DEILD are really low. My eyes flickered over the clock. Eight forty-five. Worth a shot. I closed my eyes.

I 'woke up' walking down a hallway at my school, fully lucid. Awesome.

I walked to the end of the bland hall, lie on my back, and rolled down the bland stairs at the end of it painlessly. People were laying down at the end of it, cheering at me for whatever reason. I walked out the bland door of my school and into the exciting forest. I was ambushed by a exciting ninja, and then I woke up.

My eyes opened, slowly this time, and I looked at the time. Nine seventeen. It was late, and I was too awake for another DEILD. Ah well, I was satisfied.