Starr's Dream Collection

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

Unfortunately, my recollection of this dream is very vague, and a lot of details have been forgotten. Grr. Anyways, I pretty much only remember the lucid part. Which isn't that bad.

I'm standing outside my house, when I realize something is strange. I don't remember exactly what it was that I noticed, but whatever it was caused me to perform a reality check. I remember being extremely shocked to discover I was actually dreaming, and I had performed another reality check. Sure enough, I became lucid.

Immediately, I went to go find Arthur from Inception, again. Man, I really am obsessed. I have a GIANT list in real life with everything I want to try and achieve in lucid dreams. One of the things on said list is to hang out with the entire crew from Inception. Anyways, I run inside my house. I remembered reading a post on DV in real life about someone using the phone to call the operator and order stuff/talk to people. I picked up the house phone and dialed '0' for the operator. It was a woman that answered, and the conversation went something like this.

Operator: Hello?
Me: Hi, I'd like my call to be connected to Arthur...Smith. (I don't know what Arthur's last name is.)
Operator: What are you talking about? There's no such thing as Arthur Smith.
Me: ...right. Thanks anyways.

Frustrated, I hang up the phone. There is one part I remember where my dad, his friend, and my dad's boss all walk through the kitchen. The thing is, I know my dad's boss is a man in real life though I've never him. But in my dream, he was a woman. Whatever.

Anyways, so, I still at least want to hang out with someone from Inception. I walk into my bedroom and find my cellphone, which I proceed to pick up and call the operator once more. Again, it's a woman on the phone, but she sounds younger and her voice is more high-pitched. The next conversation went pretty much like this...

Operator: Operator.
Me: Hi, could you connect my call to...Frederick Eames? (Once more, I have no clue what Eames' first name is, because the movie never tells you, but Freddie Eames seems to work, right?)
Operator: Sorry, ma'am, he died. Murdered by a group of angry women.
Me: ...I'm sorry, he's dead?
Operator: Yes. Sorry.
Me: Oh, that's okay...
Operator: Can I ask you something?
Me: Yeah, sure.
Operator: How many women did he cheat on?
Me: Too many to count.

So, I wasn't really expecting that answer. I hang up, now even more frustrated. Making people appear with mind power never works for me, but apparently, neither was trying to call them and invite them over.

But suddenly, my phone rings. The number on the screen is just a random jumble of numbers, but I answer it anyways. And the next conversation is sort of like this:

Me: Hello?
Voice: Hi.
Me: ...Eames? (yes, I recognize the voice as our dear Eames. How he got my cell number, I'll never know. xD)
Eames: Yes.
Me: Umm...what's up?
Eames: I...I...SHE LEFT ME! I can't believe it! Right at the altar! (At this point, he's blubbering like a baby. I can't really make out what he's saying from that point on because his voice is really quiet.)
Me: There, there... (I say this in a very awkward fashion, as even though I was only dreaming, it was still weird for me. )
Eames: *continues crying and mumbling incoherently*
Me: Well, speak up!
Eames: *still talking incoherently*
Me: ...are you coming over, then?
Eames: I guess.

I pull the phone away from my ear and look out my bedroom window to see a car pulling up in front of my house. I put the phone by me ear again.

Me: Is that you now?
Eames: What? No.
Me: Oh...

I hang up the phone. Turns out, the SUV belongs to some random lady, who is also British. She gets out of her car and walks...right through the wall and into my room. She says, "were you just talking to my brother?" I reply, "Oh, is Eames your brother?" She looks very annoyed and says, "Yes, and he's a pig. Probably just sitting in his kitchen, stuffing his face with any food he can get his hands on."

I wake up. I know there was so much more to that dream, but I can't remember it all. Aww man. I bet it was a hilarious dream, based on those strange phone conversations I had. I'll try for another lucid dream tonight. Hopefully I'll remember more!