Ancient Memories

May 3, 2011

Non-lucid, fragment

I am in a classroom at school. I walk up to the board to write down some notes. When I sit back down, my teacher is rolling around the room in his chair, and a large amount of glowing dust is floating in the air, much like the compound from a glowstick when you break it. My friends and I walk around during the lunch break.

My next lucid must be sometime soon, as it's been a while with just non-lucid dreams. I'm feeling overdue for a good lucid