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08-23-2012 -- [All right, the title of this one is because I had a nice lucid dream this morning which I enjoyed, and would not mind repeating ... unlike the nasty, miserable, soul-crushing lucid dream I had a few days ago. (I will get that one posted eventually.) That one actually chased me away from posting dreams for a few days, it made me so miserable. Still have been dreaming, and writing them down, just haven't had the 'psychic' energy to post them for a few days.]

I am in school, sitting in a class that just ended. Everybody is gathering their stuff together, and I glance at the desk next to me, where somebody was just sitting. I think they've got graffiti all over it, but as I reach for a rag to try and force it off, it just blows away. Covered in dust. And I realize I dust this desk quite often, and somehow it is always covered in dust again.

I turn to tell Mrs. Walton [high school English teacher] but she's gone. I'm amazed how quickly she got out of there. There is a custodian who has come in to clean the room, but no teacher. As I am pondering this, Mrs. Walton comes back in, and I mention the dust, but she doesn't much care. I finish gathering my books, and walk out of the classroom.

I glance at the quad and admire the volcano (well, it is kind of a cross between a tropical volcano and Big Thunder-style rock work) and think to myself "That really looks nice ... wait a minute, that's not supposed to ... I'm dreaming!" No reality check, no questioning. I know that doesn't belong, so I am dreaming.

I can remember my plans for the next lucid dream I have, quite plainly. I have to find S. and have a good time. I start to wonder where I might find her at. I don't know her class schedule ... heck, this is a dream, I don't even know my own class schedule. I don't want to chase all around the campus looking for her. I sit down at a picnic table to think about it.

There is a slim, fairly attractive blonde approaching me, and she wants to talk to me, and she seems to be really friendly. I tell her I have to find S., and she says something like "Isn't she gay?" I pull her against me for a kiss, and within a couple of seconds she is all over me, grinding against me, completely mine. I gently push her back and tell her "S." "Whatever you say," she moans. "I'll try and help you draw her in!" I gently wipe the drool that is starting to run down her chin from how into me she is, after that kiss. [Lucid dream power, she can't resist me. And AFAIK, S. is not, and never has been gay.]

As we're about to walk off, the scene has turned to a gas station, and some guy has just pulled up in a truck and is shooting off his mouth, insulting people. He's horribly mean to this little kid, and he thinks he is cool because he is being horribly mean in really great voice mimics. Because he sounds like several actors, it is cool that he is cursing at this poor kid.

I don't like the guy, but I come face to face with him while climbing in my car. He has the most brilliant, bright blue eyes I have ever seen, and as I open the door I am thinking "no way is that guy human. He's an alien or something." I've climbed into the back seat of my car instead of the front, and somebody starts driving it away. I look up at the sun roof, and the guy with the blue eyes is trying to crawl through it, and I am starting to fight him off.

I still know I am dreaming, and taking care of this guy is going to be easy, but since I wake up about this time, got nowhere further. Fun little dream, though.