Aubrey

sorry im posting this on an ipod, so im not gonna take the time to capitalize stuff or add apostrophes. also, sorry for any typing errors.

so im walking down a suburb street by my friend lauras house. lile not on the sidewalk, but in the middle of the road. it was a bright sunny day with big white fluffy clouds. i was walking along and i saw this kid standing in his lawn watching me. for some reason this made me question whether i was in a dream or not. i pinched the palm of my hand to check. it hurt, but not as much as it should have. so i flapped my arms downward, which made me float up. "cool! i am dreaming!" i thought. but because this is my first lucid, i wasnt really in full control. so i had to keep flapping my arms to stay afloat. thats all i remember.

So I was on a school bus going on a field trip to somewhere. One of the teachers passed out cheesesticks for a snack because it was a long trip. We all ate our cheesesticks happily. We got to our destination which was like this forest, and we all started taking pictures with our cameras. All of the sudden I fell to the ground. I tried to get up, and once or twice I managed to get to my feet, but I just fell right back down. Soon I couldn't even get up anymore. The teacher who passed out the cheesesticks ran up to me screaming "OH MY GOD!" An ambulance came and shipped me off to a hospital.

I was in the hospital bed getting checked out. A male doctor said, "Oh no, it seems you are paralyzed from the waste down. Now we have to do reconstructive surgery and physical therapy to get you walking again." The teacher was in the corner crying. The doctor asked her why she was crying. She pulled out a cheesestick from her purse and pointed at the label. "It's all my fault! These cheesesticks are high in carbon!" Then she went back to crying. Apparantly carbon causes paralysis.

The next thing I remember I am walking around in my school. For some reason I go to the guidance office. Walking for me is very hard, it seems like I'm stumbling and about to fall any minute. A kid in the guidance office is sitting in a chair crying. Somehow he got paralyzed too. The guidance people question me and ask me if I could have accidentally given the kid my paralysis germs. Then I wake up.

The dream starts out with me riding my bike along a suburban neighborhood road. It curves to the left constantly, and judging by the surroundings, the curve of the road, and my distance from home, I'm riding my bike home from the neighborhood park. The sky is orange and purple, so I assume the sun is setting. Something catches my eye and I look up.

Floating a ways in the distance above the sky is an alien spaceship, slowly heading towards my house. My heart starts to race and I bike as fast as I can, trying to beat it home. Somehow I manage to get home before it, but not before crossing its path. I'm positive the aliens can see me entering my house.

I lock all the doors and try to find a place to hide. For some reason the most logical place is in front of my couch, which is in front of a giant window. I duck down and cower. After a few seconds I get my courage up to look out my window. My heart skips a beat. The spaceship is landing in the street right in front of my house. I watch as the main door hisses and slowly lowers itself open. At this point I get up and sprint into my room, slam the door shut, and hide under my bed. I can feel my heart pounding a million miles an hour.

Somehow the aliens managed to get inside. I can hear footsteps walking down the hall towards my room, and my doorknob turning. Then I wake up.

For some reason when I remember this dream, I also remember a fragment of me being a ghost. People can see me and are chasing me, so I fly away and hide in decorative oil pots. But they always break them open and try to catch me. I don't know how they know where I'm hiding...

I had this dream a while back, like when Steve Irwin was still alive.
So me and my friend Brittany were going on a roadtrip to Wisconsin Dells. They have this waterpark there called the Kalahari, which is for like little kids but that's not the point. So we checked into the Kalahari, and when we opened the door to our room, it opened into the real live African Kalahari. So we ventured inside, and looked around. We started to walk to nowhere in particular. Along the way we saw lots of different animals like girrafes and snakes, except they were made from paper like origami animals. I went to touch them, but when i did they died. However, their angel spirit floating up to heaven was a real animal. So they were fake when they were living but real when they were dead? Anyways, I cried when they died. In the background Britt was turning into a tree.

All of a sudden we hear a rustling coming from a bush. (Britt is no longer a tree.) We look over at it, and suddenly this crazy guy wearing a comical wolf mask with a huge nose jumps out screaming, "RAAAHRBOOGABOOGABOOGA!!!" We look at him like, what the fuck is wrong with you? He whips off his mask. "AHA!" he says in an Australian accent. Apparently Steve Irwin has found his way into the dream. "I bet I fooled you lassies didn't I? Ha, no, you two youngsters are smart enough to know that the REAL African Wolfhound has a much LARGER snout!" he says as he makes a circular motion around the mask's nose. Britt and I look at eachother like, whats with this clown? Suddenly he's right in our faces, smiling as wide as possible. "Say, how would you two like to join me on a wild Native American horse hunt?" without our consent he throws us each on a spotted white and brown horse, then jumps on his own, and we ride of into the sunset with Steve laughing maniacally.