JohnLivvy

I wake up my mum, something that I don't think I have ever done personally. And she starts to tell me key words about her dream when she gets out of bed, she is speaking very quickly and she is moving quite fast around her bed and out of the bedroom door, she then comes back in seconds later fully dressed.

Next thing I remember is that we are walking up the high street in my town (Kilmarnock) at the top end headed out. But the ground we are walking on is the ground from outside of Glasgow Central Station, where it's kind of like stone rounded bricks, spaced quite close together joined with concrete. We are talking about why my mum looks upset, I ask her "Why?" she refuses to answer.

After a while of asking her she eventually gives in and decides to tell me what was up. At this point I somehow manage to get a piece of chalk in my hand. She tells me in detailed length what was up and I managed to summarise it into a word/ short phrase per reason. I note each of these reasons on a stone that I'm walking on, I stop mid conversation and write on the stone the reason then continue walking until the next reason appears. The 3 reasons I remember are "fishing" "Sum 41" and "Toy Beer Keg" I have no idea why these were the reasons.

But I write them down none of the less, where eventually we end up at the studio my band uses to practise, (which is in Glasgow). This is confusing cause my mum probably doesn't even know the name or location of the studio. But yeah we're there anyway :L, and I think it is for a normal session that you would normally pay for, but I wasn't wanting to do it cause my band weren't with me. So I text my singer telling him that I'm at the studio and that I don't know what's happening, I don't remember if he replied or not.

I go in and I find out that it's a half an hour session on writing poetry and practising poetry, I have never wanted to learn poetry in my life, but I still go along with it. The man behind the desk has a blue tattoo on his neck, it looks like it comes up from his shoulder, and it is rounded, at the top, it was a light blue centre that gradually got darker as it got closer to the outlines. He also has his phone on a display infront or the shelf next to him.

It's the same phone as mine, and I reach my arm out to grab it, when I release that this isn't a phone shop, and that he isn't advertising it. He looks at me like I'm an idiot, and stares at me as if I'm a criminal, until my mum interrupts with something. I look at him and he starts talking about lucid dreaming.

He tells me that if I want to learn to do it I should look out for an American Football team called "The Swellers" or "The Sellers" I can't remember, But the Swellers is the name of one my favourite bands, so I think it might have been that :L. But he tells me that's how he becomes lucid, and that he has been doing it for just over 5 years, I then wake up