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This is part 6 of my quest to heal my son’s plantar wart, on his left heel, using lucid dreaming. This dream was very comical at the start because I carjacked Charlie Brown. Here’s what happened:

I was standing in a store that looked very much like Walmart, when ‘all of a sudden’, a plastic ‘bubble’, cartoon car with Charlie Brown at the wheel, drove up beside me. I’m a real sucker for motor vehicles when I’m dreaming, and I’ll do anything to go for a ride. I tore the driver’s door open, and grabbed Charlie brown by his left shoulder, threw him flying across the store’s floor, jumped in, slammed the door closed, and jammed it in drive. My daughter and son came running, jumped on the roof of the cartoon car, and held on for dear life. I could hear my daughter laughing hysterically. With the pedal to metal I started to do doughnuts, and as I was doing this, Charlie Brown got up and ran at the car to try and get it back, but the side of the car sent him flying. I couldn’t help but notice that I wasn’t the only one in the car, it was full of cartoon characters, looking at me wide eyed and in shock. This cartoon car sounded just like the Dukes of Hazzard’s Charger with its roar of the exhaust.

I got tired of doing doughnuts, so I raced the cartoon car down along the front of the cash registers, and then circled around the last one to head off into the store to ‘rip it up’. An elderly lady standing at the last register gave me a nasty look like, “You’ve totally lost it.” I almost seemed to recognize her; she kind of looked like my mother in-law (who has passed), and it made me think, “Perhaps I’m dreaming.” Yes, I’m dreaming, I’m lucid! The car vanished and I was left standing beside my daughter and son, who’d been hanging onto the car’s roof. I remembered my quest to heal my son’s plantar wart in a lucid dream, so I picked him up and laid him down on a table, and tore off his left sock. He’s 6 feet and 200 lbs, but it’s amazing how strong you become when lucid. I remembered the advice I received in ‘Part 4’ of my healing quest regarding God when healing, so I placed my right hand on his wart and said, “Dear Lord Jesus, Please heal my son’s wart.” I got too excited, and I woke. I almost got it right, but I forgot to make the energy ball. I’m supposed to focus and create an energy ball, and then push the energy ball into the wart, while I say the healing phrase. Oh well, no big deal, I’ll try again soon!

This is part 5 of my quest to heal my son’s plantar wart, on his left heel, using lucid dreaming. In this dream, a dream figure named Shannon made me lucid so I could heal my son’s wart. Here’s what happened.

I was sleeping at my father in-law’s house (in the waking world), and then I was falsely wakened by a young blonde man, who I didn’t recognize, and he said, “Gary J. from your work is at the front door, and there’s a crisis you have to attend too.” I immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the top of the stairs and looked down at the front door. Nobody was there. “Hmmmmm.” I thought, “What’s going on here?” My work would never interrupt me while I’m off in the middle of ‘nowhere’ visiting my father in-law, especially during Christmas Break. I turned around to face the young man, and I noticed there was an extra bedroom in the hallway, that isn’t there in waking life, and I instantly became lucid.

My son walked up beside me, and the blonde man turned around and faced the wall, and tried to make himself less noticeable. I told my son to lay down on the bed and take his sock off so I could heal his plantar wart, and he did so. Next, I tried to thank the man who made me lucid but he wouldn’t turn around to face me, so I put my hand on his shoulder and said, “Thank you for making me lucid.” He slowly turned to face me, and he said, “You’re welcome.” I still didn’t recognize him, so I asked his name, and he said, “Shannon!” When I’m lucid, I often speak before I think, so I said, “Shannon? What kind of name is that? That’s a girl’s name, and you’re a guy!” Shannon, was bit embarrassed by my rude behavior, and he laughed it off, and then replied, “I know, my name is Shannon.” Then stupid I said, “But you’re a guy?” I totally forgot about healing my son’s wart by this point, and then I woke up.

I looked up the name ‘Shannon’ on Google, and as it turns out Shannon is originally a guy’s name, not a girls’. It’s only in North America that people recently started naming girls Shannon. In Europe and Britain, Shannon is a common guy name. I didn’t get to heal my son’s wart using lucid dreaming, but I learnt something new.