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    1. Flying Car Not That Far

      by , 08-23-2014 at 07:23 PM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #355 - DILD - Time unknown

      This is lucid from Thursday night/ Friday morning is one of those that I lost lucidity in and didn't wake up right away. I was extremely lucky to remember this.

      I am at work. Someone from a friendship that ended badly shows up. A co-worker starts freaking out telling me he is here. I shush and telling not to worry and don't even fucking care anymore. I just act normal and do my thing. Then the ex-friend starts talking to my brother. None of this makes sense and I remember that I was trying to WILD. This sends me into a fake transition and I just get out of bed. I am in a mixture of my current house and the childhood house. I feel some mild fear as I exit the house.

      I recall my Hogwarts goal, fly there in a car and summon a Patronus. There are two cars in the street. One looks like the one from my last lucid and the other is a grey truck with red pinstripes and looks like and old Ford Ranger or S10. The driver side door is open and the dome light lights the night. I hop in and try to start it with a pretend key but the engine have a hard time turning over. Knowing this is a dream, I push the gas anyway expecting it to drive. The truck obeys and I speed down the street engine roaring. After a few seconds I pull up on the wheel and raise to a low altitude flight. I veer in the direction of the university and look around. I see a few street lights and dark tree tops. I realize that I haven't set a visual base for flying to Hogwarts. I have no land marks and the darkness overcomes me.

      I focus on lucidity as I peer into the black. I see a bright light then a scene forming. I try to hold on and wait but thats all I can recall.


      Much later I wake from this dream:

      I am playing dodge ball in some underground facility that looks like a laser tag set-up. Our dodge balls look like they are hard, heavy sponges soaked in a light gray paint. A tough looking old man throws a ball at me and it bounces and rolls in front of me. I scoop it up and he yells, "Out!" I spend some time arguing that I am not out because it hit the floor first. After some time I give up diplomacy and start pelting him with balls as hard as I can. Then I find some cantaloupes and start hitting him with those.
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