RommiH's Dream Journal (entries are not dated correctly. i am slowly transferring my DJ from my computer, to the one on DV)

I wake up at 7:10 and attempt a WILD at 8 something. The dream:
I am first laying in a bedroom that is not mine. I do not realize it is not my room in the dream though. I also think that I have managed an OBE not a lucid dream. Everything is motion blurred and seems to move in slow motion. Half of my vision is blocked by something. I try moving around in the room but its too hard. I close my eyes and hope for a new dream. I wait a few seconds and I experience a wave of vibrations. I decide it would be cool to enter a dream lifting weights. So in the darkness I move my arms as if I'm doing so. After a few seconds of this I am in the dream. I am in another room. It looks like an office of some sort. There is a lot of red. I am laying on a bed or couch lifting invisible weights. I am glad I'm still fully lucid. I get up and walk out of the room. I seem to be in the basement of some house. The floor planning is similar to one of my older houses in Kentucky. I see Hussien Hegazy from my class vacuuming. He is very absorbed in his floor cleaning. The vacuum has a bass guitar attached to it. Instead of the vacuum making a loud whooshing sound it plays breakdowns. DIGGUH DIGDIG DIGGUH. I love this! I walk up to him and say HEY! We shake hands.
I ask him "Hey Hussein, how does it feel to be in a dream?"
He says, "IT FEELS AWESOOOOME!"
We then both go "YEAH!!" and high five each other hard.
I begin to walk up a nearby set of stairs. Hussein follows. Now I am on the first floor. I look around. It looks much like a neighbors house I once visited. I then walk back down another flight of stairs yet I remain on the first floor. As I was walking down the stairs I think, Well since this is a dream, I should be able to just jump down the whole thing just fine. But it feels so real I think It'll hurt. So instead I jump down half. When I land i sort of slip and my heels bang against the last few stairs. It hurt. I think about how I just felt pain. I bang my heels some more against the floor. It hurts even more. I find it cool that I can feel pain in my dream. But now I sort of dread some experiences that will now be painful when I originally thought I wouldn't feel a thing. I see the front door to the house and I walk out now. Hussein is no longer with me. Outside is a suburban neighborhood. In front of the house are many men in suits. Some are lined up on each side of the driveway. There is also a line of men in the center of the driveway. Those men dont have heads. They are only suits standing. I dont know what to say to them.
So I just say, HEY GUYS!"
I start to walk to the street when a man asks me, "Wheres the money?"
I reply with "What money?"
He then says, "There is no money" in a very serious voice. I ignore him and keep walking to the street.
There are tons of cars parked there so I jump over one to get to the street. Then next to the car I just jumped over is the man who asked for money that didn't exist. He pulls out a small leather bag. He unzips it, reaches in, and brings out two guns. One a pistol and the other a submachine gun. He tosses me the pistol. I think it is great that a DC handed me a gun, now the real fun begins. I am surprised to see the man point his gun at me. I worry that if I get shot the dream will end. I duck behind the car. I come back up and start to shoot at him. The gun, instead of firing bullets, launches these slow torpedo shaped objects. I miss him the first time but I am sure I hit him the last few shots. To my disadvantage, the gun is out of ammo. How lame, I think. I get sort of pissed at this point that I'm wasting my precious dream time with some annoying DC. I say to myself this is my dream and I should do whatever I want. I am about to will the dude out of existence when the dream ends.