lucid

I was some squire-type person in what appeared to be a viking village. Then a dwarf in a ninja-like mask came and started killing everybody. He killed some older man who was standing next to me with a small blade in the neck. The he looked at me, and decided not to kill me, I think because I was too young. I then proceeded to kiss his ass in fear that he might change his mind and kill me. I kept saying stuff like "let me join you" and "allow me to train under you" and stuff. I then asked if I could hold his shield. He said "probably not" in a Scottish accent and handed me his shield. It was HUGE, triangular, and black. I could barely get it off the ground, but the Dwarf seemed impressed that I could even do that. He then manhandled the shield into the ground and stood behind it because he was so short. He told me you weren't actually supposed to hold it up. Then he said he was leaving, and a bunch of slightly taller dwarfs started walking away, and he followed. Before he left, he said something like "I really like ya, lad...". Then the trees started attacking me. I ran into the bog, which was covered in floating round wood things, that conveniently looked just like MY shield. So I hid under water and raised my shield so I would blend in (I remember this being in the third person). The tree (INT) started stomping away at the floating wood things, but didn't hit me. I waited for a while, then maid a run for it. I was then hauling ass through an open field cause everything back at "home" seemed to want to kill me. I looked up at the sky and saw planets and stuff. Then, I became quite lucid! I did what I always like to do when Lucid: I jump REALLY high, Incredible Hulk style, and just let myself free fall. It felt so amazing!! I landed safely, then did something else I've always wanted to do in an LD: I FIRED A KAMEHHAMEHA BLAST!! Then I lost lucidity and went back to the dream...kinda...

I was still running for my life, when I came to a modern city. I ran into this abandoned and dirty building and realized I was holding the little knife from earlier. I set it beside me and try to go to sleep. Then my brother enters the room and tells me to wake up immediately because he arranged a job interview for me next door. I pretended to be asleep, but I got up and followed him next door. Also, when I "woke up," the knife was bent. The job interview was at a pizza joint, but changed into an optometrist. Then it was a dentist office. There was a shower in the back of the room, where the dentist was showering, and his assistant told us he'd be out soon. He came out, and proceeded to give me a check-up instead of a job-interview. While interviewing me, he told me how much more money I'd make in his profession than as a teacher; I had no idea how he knew I wanted to be a teacher. Anyway, he help a mirror up to my mouth so I could see inside. I had cavities all over the place and black stuff all over my teeth. Then he said I'd need a complex procedure...

He went into his office and returned with a box full of wires, nuts, bolts, and short, rusty nails. I said "excuse me, doctor. I'm not trying to question your medical expertise here, but what do I need this procedure for?" He looked over at his assistant who moved slowly over to the exit. I realized something was up, got out of the dentist chair and bolted for the door. The assistant had a syringe in her hand and tried to stab me with it. She missed, but a little of the liquid got on my face. I then took the syringe from her hand and exited the building. I bent the needle on the syringe to make it useless. The assistant came after me, and I tried to stab her with the sideways needle. I then realized I left my book bag in the waiting room (weird...), and I thought it was important enough to go back for. I ran in and pushed the dentist aside and grabbed the bag. It was freaking heavy, but I still ran with it on my back out of the door.

I then started running again, this time very slowly because the bag was weighing me down. I saw two women sitting at a table outside eating (one wearing an orange shirt) and dropped the bag off on their table and kept running. I felt the contents of the bag would be better in their hands than in the hands of the evil dentist. While running further away from the table, I wondered how I'd ever get my bag back, and figured that'd be an adventure for another day. I threw up the "call me" hand sign to the ladies at the table (they weren't attractive at all) in hopes that they somehow knew who I was. I kept running, and lost the assistant because she couldn't keep up with me.

And...that's all I remember. I think there might have been more, I just can't remember it...

I wake up in a strange bed, though I'm not immediately sure why it seems strange. I roll over, I am comfortable there, and finally my sleepy mind is able to understand what it is about the bed. It's not a waterbed, my bed is a waterbed. My mind is still too hazy with sleep to figure out what that meant. I open my eyes and see I am In a bed surrounded by a privacy curtain. Where did that come from? I pull the curtains aside to look around, I have already noticed there is the sound of someone moving around out there, some other women also sound like they are trying to wake up first thing on the morning. I open the curtains and look out to see there are three other women in the room with me, one is stretching, another is still sitting on her bed, the third one hasn't even gotten out of bed. One of them has long curly dark hair, I somehow think her name is Andie, and she would be very pretty if it wasn't for her case of acne. She sees me looking at her, then she says she will answer right now, her acne cure multiplied her one annoying pimple into a full breakout. I was playing along, "Ouch... epic fail." She nodded in agreement, "You've got that right..." I am thinking I have an answer, I ask if I can try it. She says there is nothing to lose, go for it. I start to make a rhyme, but she says I need a wand first. So then I go to my bag and I find a wand. I point my wand at her face while making the rhyme I think will work. "Let your face be bright and clear, make those pimples disappear." Everyone is staring in shock and amazement as all of her pimples vanish, leaving a perfect complexion. She looks in the closest mirror, gasps, then glomps me. My next though is that I have just made a friend. She says she was dreading showing her face in public, she says I saved her life, well that's clearly exaggerating.

Now the four of us finish dressing and head up the stairs to the common room. There is a lot of general talk going on, none of it seems very interesting. We head up to a large dining hall and sit down to breakfast, there is a variety foods available, I choose waffles. It looks like the entire school is there, and there is someone addressing the crowd. It's Albus Dumbledore! He is addressing he room, and everyone falls silent. He is announcing the tri-school wizard tournament. He says each house will have two participants, one girl and one boy, and we will compete against each other and the over schools' competitors in a series of challenges taking place throughout the year. He explains that anyone not finishing a challenge is eliminated, and the last person to finish is also eliminated. The main part of the announcement is that there is going to be a golden goblet in the main entry hall, all wishing to be considered should write their name and house on a piece of parchment and place that in the goblet. The goblet will choose the best suited pair from each house. Be quick, the participants will be chosen at dinner. He steps down and gathers himself some breakfast before sitting at the staff table beside Vegeta where they begin talking about something, I can't hear what they are saying... Somewhere in all this I realize I have become lucid.

I am pondering my lucidly, the fact I am dreaming, when Andie gets my attention by talking loudly in my ear. "You should totally put your name in the goblet!" I look at her, surprised she said that... I know I can handle it since I am dreaming, but how would she know? I say no, I'd only make a fool of myself. She says that's impossible. If I'm not the best choice, the goblet won't pick me, will it? She says I must be a natural, the way I cured her acne, and Dumbledore said the contestants will receive all the necessary training, all it takes to enter is a sharp mind, strong nerves, an a willingness to try our hardest. She repeats that I should totally put my name in the goblet. I decide she is right, nothing to be lost by doing that. Andie is asking if I'm going to do it, she wants an answer now. Even though that is annoying, I tell her I will enter, but I don't expect to be chosen. She says she thinks I have a great chance.

After breakfast is over, everyone is heading to their classes, I pick up one of the pieces of parchment and write "Raven Knight" on it, there is also a spot for house. I embarrass myself to have to look at my robes to confirm what house I am in, I add the word "Slytherin" under my name. Why am I in Slytherin?! Somehow I am losing my lucidly. By now I'm not even thinking about the fact I am dreaming any longer... I have to say I lost my lucidly. I slide the paper into the goblet and walk away from it. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and MoSh are standing nearby. Ron asks Harry if he's going to enter, Harry says no, he'd rather watch the tournament than be in it. Ron gives me a dirty look and says he doesn't think there should be any Slytherins allowed in the tournament, they will only cheat. He then adds that it doesn't matter since both Slytherins will be knocked out in the first round anyway. At the exact same time, Hermione says, "Grow up, Ron, they're not all Malfoys," and MoSh tells Ron, "No one cares to know your opinion, Ron, not all Slytherins are the same." Ron looks to Harry as if looking for support, but Harry just says he's staying out of it. MoSh says Harry might not want to enter, but he's going to go for it. Harry, Hermione, and I all tell him to go for it, but Ron is clearly annoyed that no one stuck up for him on his anti-Slytherin campaign. MoSh puts his name in the goblet.

So there I was, at Hogwarts and going to classes, and somehow I managed to not be lucid at any point during the day. Our first class was Herbology, which was an uneventful class about some plants... then there was Potions, with Snape... now that was interesting. I am sitting in around the middle of the room, surrounded by MoSh, Tigress, Asuka, and Draco… Crabb and Goyle are sitting in front of Draco even though that put them in the front row, apparently they were suffering from separation anxiety or something from sitting apart from him in the past few classes. Snape was openly rude to Harry, and not too friendly to anyone from Gryffindor, though he seemed to be nice to the Slytherins overall. He didn't seem to pay any attention when Draco turned around to make rude comments to Harry, Ron, or Hermione, but if one of them said something back, he would notice that right away. This was annoying me, so I finally told Draco, "Why don't you grow up and act like an adult? You're making it embarrassing to be in Slytherin…" He started saying that Hermione is the mudblood, Ron is the mudblood lover, Harry is the… I interrupted him, and said my five year old cousin goes around calling people he doesn't like dumb names. My seven year old nephew used to do that, but he seems to have grown out if it sometime during his sixth year. I added that if Draco really wants to be putting off the image that he has the maturity of a five year old, go for it, but I had thought he was a bit beyond that. He looked at me for a bit, then I said it was making him look bad to be calling people names like a child. He said he didn't think I would like mudbloods, either… I said it doesn't matter who he likes or doesn't like, no one likes everyone, but he doesn't have to act out on it in such an immature fashion. If you don't like them, just ignore them. People are talking… about you… with mean, mean words! He looked questioning… I added, words like immature, childish, over-entitled, momma's boy, daddy's girl, poor little rich boy, and making wagers as to how far he would make it once he graduates, or if he will even be able to graduate at all. He asked who, I said I wasn't going to point fingers, he said then those people are the immature ones. I said I had never claimed the people talking were mature… they're passing gossip, also childish, but I just thought Draco might want to give them a bit less gossip that is about him.

During the whole time Draco and I were talking between the tables, Snape didn't say a word, of course we were keeping it down, not yelling or anything, but I would still have expected Snape to say something. Ron pipes up now and says even other Slytherins know Draco is a worthless sack of shit… I look down at him and say he had better cover up, his own immaturity is showing now… then I roll my eyes and say it must be a guy thing, Hermione agrees with that. Snape has stopped his lecture by now, and he is standing to my left, but he is glaring at Ron. He is in a cranky mood, and he sounds it as he says, "WEASLEY! It seems you don't think you have to pay attention in my class! So why don't you come to the front of the room and add the next ingredient to my Mabajuice potion? Ron says Draco started it, he was calling Hermione a… Snape interrupts and says Ron can either go add the next ingredient and get it right, or he will have a week of detention and 10 points from Gryffindor. Hermione was going to say something, Snape said no help from Granger. Something in my mind tells me the next ingredient is powdered Hemilroot… whatever that is… so I grab Ron's arm as he passes, and I whisper the ingredient to him, to add two pinches of Hemilroot, all I can do is hope he'll listen. Ron glares at me and pulls away, I have a bad feeling he won't listen. My feeling proves correct, Ron gets up there and pours in a green fluid, the cauldron overflows with a foul smelling green goop… Snape says that's ten points from Gryffindor and detention for a week, anyone who was paying attention would have known the next ingredient was two pinches of Hemilroot before adding the Jackshire juice… Hermione was shaking her head sadly, she was right beside me and she had heard me tell Ron about the Hemilroot. I shrugged at Ron, indicating that if he won't take help where its offered, there's not much I can do about it. Ron was staring at me, clearly surprised I had told him the right answer after all. Snape tells Ron to return to his seat before he decided to make it 50 points from Gryffindor and two weeks detention. Ron hurries back to his seat, looking thoroughly embarrassed, Draco is making fun of him, I comment that Draco is acting immature again.

There is nothing else worth noting throughout the day, or at least not until we all gather together in the great hall to have dinner and wait for the ceremony where the Goblet of Fire will select the Hogwarts competitors for the Tri-School Wizard Tournament. As I am still not really lucid, I go ahead and eat along with the others, though when I help myself to dessert, it is a much smaller helping than after the first meal I ate at Hogwarts. After the food is gone, it is time for the ceremony to begin. A floating cart is brought into the room, and moved down the center aisle to the front where the cover is removed from it to reveal the golden goblet from the front entry way. Dumbledore comes forward and says the goblet will select the Hogwarts contestants, the other schools will arrive in a short time, and they will have already selected their contestants before they arrive. We wait as the following students are chosen to participate in the tournament…

Gryffindor: MoSh… MoSh seems quite pleased with that as he goes to the front of the room where Dumbledore told them to gather. Hermione Granger… Ron and Harry do a double take to see Hermione has been chosen, it seems they didn't even realize she had put her name in. She joins MoSh at the front.

Hufflepuff: I don't recognize the name of the woman from Hufflepuff… I'm not sure if she is not in the series or if she was just not well known or if I just forgot, but the woman chosen is Rose Zeller. The man chosen is a very familiar name, Cedric Diggory, who I am determined to have survive this version of the tournament.

Ravenclaw: For the woman in Ravenclaw, the goblet spits out the name Tigress, the man named is Eddie Carmichael, who is not someone I am familiar with even though the name sounds familiar.

Slytherin: The final students chosen are the ones from Slytherin… the first name to come out of the goblet is my own, Raven Knight, which doesn't really surprise me since I am a traveler and have abilities beyond the regular students there. I go to the front of the class and stand by MoSh and Tigress, there are actually a few students rude enough to boo at me, but one look from an annoyed Dumbledore silences them. Regarding the people who booed, Tigress says they need to shut the fuck up. The final name from the goblet is Draco Malfoy, which seems to make the Slytherins quite happy. They had cheered for me, but clearly they are more familiar with Draco.

So that should be the last name to come out of the goblet, and everyone is talking and getting ready to go, McGonagall is telling all of us contestants where we should meet to be told what we need to do to prepare for the first challenge. She stops talking in the middle of a sentence when the goblet seems to be getting active again… for the other names it gave, there would be some smoke and fire coming from the goblet, and the parchment with the name would be ejected into the air for Dumbledore to catch. The goblet is active again, which it shouldn't be, but somehow I am figuring it is about to spit out Harry Potter's name. I look over to where Madeye Moody is sitting at the staff table, and I see him watching the goblet with a satisfied smirk while everyone else is clearly perplexed. A piece of parchment is ejected from the goblet, Dumbledore catches it and opens it up to read the name… Harry Potter. The room is filled with talking now, no one seems to know what to think of this, the only people not completely confused are MoSh, Tigress, Moody, and me. Dumbledore has to call the name Harry Potter twice before Harry seems to realize he needs to join the rest of us, I think he might have been considering it a joke of some kind…

All of us gather into a room where there is a lot of talking and arguing about Harry Potter, about whether or not he should compete, it is finally determined that he has to participate because the goblet spat out his name. There are a few more arguments about that, including from Harry, who doesn't really want to participate, but finally it is decided that Harry will be in the tournament. Some people accuse Harry of cheating, but even Snape says that Harry wouldn't have the skill to fool with the goblet. After the arguing about Harry is done, the talk about the first task begins. Draco is mocking Harry, Harry responds by mocking Draco right back… Harry asks Draco what spell Lucius used to make sure Draco was chosen from Slytherin… I don't even bother saying anything this time, apparently they are both equally immature and no one is going to listen to what I have to say. Hermione seems equally resigned to that. The instructors there, and Dumbledore, aren't willing to give us exact details about the challenge that lies ahead, they simply tell us that it would be a good idea to prepare for it by seeking help from Vegeta. Draco says he's not going to go to a muggle for help, there's nothing Vegeta could possibly teach him. I tell him if he wants to say that to Vegeta's face, I'll need contact information for his next of kin. Draco looks at me, not believing, I say I have seen Vegeta fight, and there isn't a witch or wizard anywhere that could beat him. The instructors tell Draco it is up to him if he follows that advice, but it is highly recommended. I tell Draco I am definitely going to do it, and I really think he should come with me at least once to see what Vegeta can do. If he remains unimpressed at that point, then don't come again, but I don't think that will be an issue. Draco doesn't answer, but I am thinking that as long as there is another Slytherin there, he will come.

This is about it for the dream, after that I spend some time talking to MoSh and Tigress, before heading back towards the Slytherin dorms. On the way there, however, I feel like I am waking up… which is the first time I have thought about dreaming since my lucidity slipped away earlier… and now it is too late to become lucid, because I wake up.

It has been so long since I have had a lucid dream. It is crazy to think I have been practicing for almost three years now. The problem is keeping track of the daily routines in such a hectic life. For the past couple of months I have been trying to recapture my lost ability. I have finally come to the realization that my journal and reality checks were responsible for almost 90% of my lucid dreams and if I want to have them regularly I must pick up the habits once again. Here is where I am at right now. I have remembered several dreams lately, and experienced an intense sleep paralysis the other night. It was the most vivid sleep paralysis I have ever felt. I awoke in a deep rem cycle, rolled over, thought to myself I should try to enter sleep paralysis, and bam I flew into the blackness spinning and twirling! I heard voices all around me, childrens laughter, adult's conversating, screams of pain. Visions began swirling in front of my eyes, and in an instant, a flash of white light erased it all and I was soundly asleep in a non lucid dream. I have had intensly vivid dreams, but none lucid, I have been shocked that I haven't realized I could become lucid in many of them. It is just too much for me to write down. They have been long and vivid. From this point on I will be using this forum everyday as I once did to record my dreams and re earn my lost ability to lucid dream every single night. Last night I had a dream that a rookie was sitting down in front of what is now carter and tim the rookies lockers. He was not good looking and apparantly out of shape. He seemed to have ugly blonde redish curly hair and a matching beard. He had a smart and cocky mouth which he would not stop running. Taylor respectfully tried to calm him down but the douchebag refused to listen. Taylor got that look in his eye, his facial expression went blank. I know what that means, he had crossed that line. Taylor stood up and walked for him, I jumped in the middle and put my hands on his chest. I said " Taylor don't. Please man just let it go." I had saved that rookies life, or at least kept him from going to ICU. And that's it. Bring em on subconcious, I'm ready for you.

December 4, 2010
Wake Time: 6:15 AM

AWAKE DREAM LUCID

I cannot recall any dreams as real as this one. To put it simply... It blew my mind! Here it is: I woke up in my bed, feeling the sheets on my body. Then for some reason I decided to look at my hands. I made a fist and my hand looked abnormally small. I thought, Hmm... This cant be right. Then it hit me: I am dreaming! Then I remembered to look at my hands and examine them, while also rubbing them together in order to make the dream intensify in clarity. It worked, and my hands felt so very real! It was very dark in my room and I could not see very well. So I walked over to the light switch feeling my way over. Everything in my room felt exactly how it did in real life. The wood floor on my bare feet, the couch upholstery, and the fabric of my clothing. I turned on the switch in my room, and it did turn on the lights (some people say that lights don't work in their dreams. I find that they always work in mine). I didn't bother to look around though after the light turned on. I just moved on to the hallway outside my bedroom, which was also dark so I had to feel the walls to get through it. Then I got to the stairs and walked down them, while the steps made the same sound they usually do when I descend them. When I got down to the bottom I turned the corner to walk down another hallway in my house. Then I decided that I would see if my dream body felt as real as it does in real life. I felt the sides of my stomach and it tickled a bit, then I felt my legs. Then I had a thought. What if I was sleep walking in real life? To test my theory, I only had to think to myself, I want to go back to my real body. I opened up my eyes. WOW! I wasn't sleep walking. Then I proceeded to retrace my steps from the dream. Everything felt exactly as it did in the dream.

Some out there are probably thinking, Why would you waste an opportunity like that to just walk around your house?? You do that everyday! Well, I think that I didn't understand right then that I could have done anything I wanted to. Also I have been wanting to have a dream that takes place in my new house. I think next time I will try and translocate myself through a door and go somewhere fairly interesting next time. I don't regret this experience at all though, not one bit.

Last night I had a dream, I was meeting with the Disney Princesses (1937-2009-Snow White-Tina) at Cinderella's castle. I was telling them about the problems I had at home and how I felt "trapped" and how I felt "I can never be the perfect girfriend/or the perfect daughter/now I see that I wasn't meant to play this part/Now I see if I was truly to be myself I would break my family's heart." Than I told them that I was going to move into residence at the college and the (1937-1959-Snow White-Aurora) princesses asked "What is college?" the newer princesses (1989-2009 Ariel-Tina) exlpalined what college is. But when we were talking there was a knock on the door. I had a hunch it was Disney villians-and my hunch was correct once I looked out the window. Unluckily Lady Tremaine once again had Cinderella's fairy Godmother's wand.

I told Cinderella that. But I always happen to have magic up my sleeve (LOL) and I "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo" the villains back to Maleficent's castle. I listened outside the door of the room the villains were meeting in and they all asked "Who is that woman?" I magiced myself up to the baloncy in that room and I said "I'm a woman who still believes in dreams and the magic. But techinally in my opinion your are all codfish." Than I flew back to Cindy's castle and than we continued talking about college and stuff the new princess said I "should go for it." Than I went "home" (which in this case was a small cottage I lived in by myself) and guess who appeared at the door? Gaston. Lines from the movies happend-in the house scene and I gave him another dose of mud.

I than folllowed Gaston back to the M's castle and I heard them (the villains) talking about having to "Get rid of that woman." (me) in their meeting room. I than raced to Cindy's castle. All the princesses asked after I got in and closed the door behind me "What's the matter?" I told them the incedient with Gaston and Belle interrupted by Belle saying "You gave him another dose of my mud medicine?" I just nodded and I told them what I heard at Malifcent's castle. Than a knock came at the door-it looked to be P. (a boy I know) and I asked him if he would mind me just examing him for a second (I thought he might have been a fake)-he wasn't.

I than sent him to the room where the guys were in. Than went back and Cindy and the others said "How about we forget about the villainis for one night and have a ball." (after asking me who the boy was-I just said he was my boyfriend) I didn't have a gown to wear but the others were helpful and made me a gown that was a mix of colours: blue for Jasmine/Belle, pink for Ariel, and red for Mulan. Than everyone went to the ballroom that night, and P was nevours since he never done a waltz before-I told him just to follow the men. We danced for a bit and somehow dance outside. Than I started singing (Disney) waltz songs starting with "So This is Love" and ending w/ "Beauty and the Beast". After all those dancing P and I were in love. After the last dance I told P. "Remember to believe in the Dreams and the Magic."

The two afternoons after the ball, a maid shouted there was the castle was on fire. I magiced up a fire alarm and pulled it. In the middle of the rush outside I got kidnapped-I know I was kidnapped since someone put a hand over my mouth to prevent screaming. I was taken to a M's 2nd castle and locked into a room. I did say "Let me out".

The Disney Princess and P noticed later I was missing-since I wasn't in the castle, and I wasn't in the thatched cottage. Ariel checked in w/ her dad if there had been anyone done there, and Snow White checked with her 7 friends. The answer was always negative.

In the mean time I was stuck in the room, and the fireplace opened. I was too booksmart to go into the fireplace but I also was too curious. The curiosity part run over and I went into the room behind the fireplace. I than went up 4 flights of stairs and I ended up in another tower room the only thing in the room was a chocolate bar . I ate it and fell asleep. I was placed back inside the locked room, but this time on the bed and w/ chains.

The Princesses' animal friends saw what happened and went to communicated it w/ the Disney Princesses. But considering everyone was trying to communicate at once-it was a bit hard to unstand until the Prince Adam (Belle's prince) shouted "QUIET!' Cinderella asked "Jaq what is it that everyone is trying to say?" Jaq replied "When the fire 'happend' when everyone was racing outside Anne got kidnapped and she was locked into a room in Malifcent's second castle. Somehow when she was in there the fireplace opened, and at first try to prevent herself from going into the room, but her curosity won over and she went into the room. When she reached the top of 4 flights of stairs she went into a tower room, and there was a chocolate bar" Snow White interrupted "It was a poisned chocolate bar wasn't it-she fell asleep didn't she after eatting it?" Jaq just nodded.

Then the Princesses and the Princes tried to convince P. to rescue me. But he wasn't sure he was up to do it. But he remembered what I said about believeing in the magic and dreams. After P got convinced, all the princes pitched in items that might be helpful for P. In the end? Good over evil won-thanks to pixe dust, and beilieving in the magic and dreams.

I remember walking down a road with a few other DC's. We were armed and every location we encountered was abandoned (assuming due to a zombie virus). The locations were eerie and quiet. We went to an apartment complex or something and I found a weapon cache in a downstairs room. This is where the dream becomes much clearer for me, or I just remember more of it. I found a .308 rifle and a box of 8 round of ammunition. I start searching around for more but couldn't find any, I found a .308 spring though, and took that. There was an insane DC in the building screaming at us to get out of the building, and eventually we did. WE entered another building which actually turned out to be a bar with a full on party going on. There was a brief tangent where I saw some moron from one of those ghost hunting TV programs battling a ghost with a table leg (What?).
But then something happened, I was standing in a place which appeared close to the student lounge at my school. I don't remember exactly what caused it, but I found the situation and setting unbelievable and RC'd.

Sure enough, I realized it was a dream and became lucid.

I stopped what I was doing and let the dream around me adapt to my new awareness (As I read in one LD guide). I saw flash of silver, several of the DC's disappeared and the dream kind of collapsed but then restabilized around me. The room was less populated. To test out some of the influence I had on the world, I pictured a huge empty parking lot outside the room. I walked to a window, and sure enough, right outside was a huge parking lot with a storefront in the distance. I walked outside intending to use the open area to practice conjuring DC's or objects but something passed in front of my left eye, and I lost all dream vision from it. I tried closing both eyes, and reopening them with the explicit intention of bringing the parking lot back, but when I reopened my eyes, I thought I had woken up and lost lucidity.

The last part of the dream I remember (it was non-lucid) was from the perspective of a pirate captain or something. I met Death who I apparently had a friendship with, either that or he had no power over me. He was actually in the area 'on business' and briefly talked to me and gave me a high five when he left (The high five not killing me).

This is my first LD since joining DV.

Reality check: Just returned from SA where I met this cute guy who works under this tourism company and serves as my instructor in jet boating.
Dreamt of him just now.

Vividness: 9/10
Apparently I missed my flight back. Went to look for him at the place where I signed up for my jet boat activity because he came to me as a caring, quiet, shy guy. A little show-off but nonetheless, human nature.
My baggage was in the flight, so I'm left with my little backpack and a few thousand Rand, aka ZAR (currency). I remembered being very confused and lost and asked for a job at the same tourism company cos the first thing that crossed my mind was I needed the cash.

Wasn't hired at all. I was a minor. Because i knew him earlier, he said he would help me but giving me a little sum weekly if I could clear the mess in his apartment. He handed me his keys, his number, gave me the address and a few Rands and off I went. He rushed off to what he had left off earlier.
Studio apartment with brick walls, a brown rugged loveseat, king sized bed with a white and black marble bedpost. Standard hotel bathroom with a shower and a bathtub. The so-called living room where the loveseat stood was a little messy, the shelf beside it with books arranged untidily. The rest was okay. No beer bottles, chips, nothing.

Pretty tidy for a guy.

I started cleaning up, arranging the books. The fridge was skimpily stocked. But the kitchen looked homely to me. There were tins of biscuits and cereals in the cabinets above the stove. I called and asked if I could wear one of his big shirts cos obviously I didn't have my clothes with me. He said sure thing. I said thanks. "It's my pleasure." he replied. he had to have the last word.

I went to take a shower and noticed all the hair care products lining up against the wall on the sink. I can't remember specific brands but there were purple and orange ones. Looking at them I suddenly thought of his dirty blond hair and how it swayed with the breeze and flapped with the strong winds of the sea. I sang in the shower, relieved to have received help with someone I knew for 2 hours. Nevertheless he seemed harmless and decent enough.

He told me he knocks off at 8:45pm and would return by 9. I went into the showers at 6 plus. Near 7. He returned at early 7 o'clock. Of course, he had to take early leave to get dinner for me. What a burden. I forgot his shirt and walked out of his bathroom wrapped with a fluffy towel. He heard me singing apparently. He had takeaway in his hands and he was about to knock on my door. I mean, I have the first person, and third person view. So basically I can see myself and him interacting. And from the looks of me, I have a crush on him.

If not why would I dream of him in the first place?

He saw me. Gasps, and walks out with the takeaway meant for me. He wasn't speaking physically but he emits this "I need to take a breather" signal. So he stood at the doorway leaning against the railings. He came in later looking for his cigarettes which I hid. He DEFINITELY doesn't look like the type who smokes. Dirt green eyes speak of a bleak past but his dimples and sexy lips are gentle enough to revive a flower.
(There are no verbal communications at all. Just mind-reading.)

Where are my cigarettes?
I threw them away.
*awkward silence as his face flushed a little with a tinge of anger.
Don't touch my private things.
I'm sorry.. and reached out to retrieve the pack of cigarettes from behind the counter where I hid it.
I didn't throw them away at all. I just want you to quit smoking. It's a little nuisance of me...but I have uncles who died from smoking.

I remember biting my lips hard as I waited for his response.
It's okay. You're probably right. My sis wanted me to quit a long time ago.
With that, he threw them into the bin. I was caught off-guard by his sudden change of mind.
i ate as he observed me eating, but somehow it doesn't feel uncomfortable like it always does to me.
I know I am dreaming because I can feel the heat coming from my bed as I tossed and turned.
and besides, it's totally impossible for me to be there with him.

The next day I found a box of unused condoms which were expired. I smiled because this meant that he hasn't had sex in a very long time.

Suddenly a few weeks past, I know that because all of a sudden I am familiar with him. He said something about his past and gave me funds so that I could stock up his cabinets, fridge and whatever that needs to be stocked up. He was less shy and gave up smoking, and told me about his nightlife when i mentioned the expired condoms, with a burst of courage of course.

Turns out he wasn't the party type. (I saw a party bus in reality and this got infused into my dream) He met this girl in a party bus, which he didn't get on, and I'm surprised I didn't develop my dream further into how he met her. So the mystery remains there. I figured out she left the party bus and met him in the local bar. The un-wild type. The country type. She played along with him and he thought he really liked her. He had plans for her to move in with him. He saved and scrimped, but luckily those funds were not cheated away by her. He saw it then, how their futures clashed when her boyfriend surfaced into the picture.

After that episode several similar ones followed. He asked if I had a boyfriend. I laughed and replied, I'm only 16! We chuckled. (in which I recalled youtuber's Charlieissocoollike saying we can't 'chuckle darkly' infused in my dream.) I told him about how strict my mom is about dating and how she seemed to dislike all of my decent friends. And how she doubts people around her. Which is very true indeed in the real world. Suddenly my parents were out of the picture and I didn't develop the area which I was supposed to go to the airport to check for news of them any longer. Everything revolved around us now. I knew although the problem (returning me to my parents) has altered, it would come round again.

By now his friends knew something was going on with him. He came into work smiling and leaves early. The time in my dream seems to pass more quickly, and i know I am wakening soon so I try to prolong the dream but ended up fast forwarding to the major bits. He got invited to a party but I didn't go with him. At this point of time something tells me that we were together, already kissed, but I didn't dream of that part. Did visualise it in my dream though. Oh, and, we slept on the same bed because I was guilty of having him sleep on the couch which he falls off often. No physical touching or heavy petting of course.

Someone knocked on the door.
It was one of his friends.
Unlike him, his friend was suave in an evil way. Don't get me wrong, he's charming and cute, but not handsomely suave.

I didn't open up. Something tells me something was wrong. I waited for his return but accidentally fell asleep on the loveseat. He returned and I told him about it.

Strange. He said.
That's my friend who hosted the party.
(I didn't know how I knew that guy's name cos apparently I never asked and he never say. That part was undeveloped well)
Some part of me thought that that guy hosted the party to get him away from me.

Fast forward again. To the scene where he sat next to me in the plane back to Singapore. I don't know what the heck happened to his job and that guy, but I recall him signing an apartment lease. I remembered going through the customs, where I went through via the automated thumb print machine which my international passport had registered. So it was an easy job getting through. It's something I've always been proud of in the real world. My international identity and those speedy thumbprint machines that only my country has. Which made me feel so welcomed and professional. I recalled laughing at him as he waited in the queue, a little grumbly in an animated way.

I met my parents. My parents remembered him. My mom doesn't like him.
I told them he was with me and we like each other. My mom looked angry. My dad looked okay. He's always friendly. I'm hoping he would approve of our relationship. My mom didn't seem to be convinced. I was maddening impatient by then because it felt like I've spent hours in the arrival hall convincing them when finally I blew my top and lied that I've slept with him.

My dad, the friendly one turned hostile. He didn't yell. Something radiated from my dad.
A choice. He wanted me to choose between him or my parents.

I woke up because I didn't dare to face my own answer. And something in me that knew that woke me up.

04.12.2010

Floppy Neck (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was about to reply to some of my adoptees' PMs on Dreamviews, but I thought I'd get inspired to reply with something more interesting if I had a WILD first. I was quite sleepy, and feeling the effects of a severe hangover. I predicted a WILD would definitely be on the cards. Before getting back into bed I turned on a lamp in the corner of the room to provide a little light. It's annoying to have a false awakening into a pitch black room- and I hoped having a light on in the real world would affect my dreams.

For a long time I lay on my back, to try and relax. Nothing much happened. After shifting position a few times, I thought I could hear someone talking. It sounded like a radio show. I listened carefully and made it louder. It turned into a roaring vibration coming from the sides of my forehead, then stopped.

The next thing I knew, I was playing Halo. I assumed this was brought on by looking at the new map pack before going back to bed. Although for some reason I was playing Halo 1. The graphics weren't great. I was inside some kind of blue-tinted warehouse, and some maniac was flying around on a ghost. I stuck it with a plasma grenade and jumped out of the way before he splattered me. I considered taking the ghost (which wasn't completely destroyed) for a spin, but I felt myself starting to wake up.

I was back in bed, unsure of whether or not I was awake. The lamp was on. As a kind of anchor, I tried to continue playing Halo with a controller I found in my hands. I kept my eyes closed, so I could still see the game I was playing, and used the "controller" to keep moving around.

I didn't think I could sustain the dream this way, so I gave up and opened my eyes. I thought I had woken up and was disappointed. Just to be sure, I looked at my hand as a reality-check. It was missing. I dropped my arm in disbelief. Getting out of bed was a challenge. My neck muscles didn't seem to work, and my head just flopped back on my shoulders. I momentarily fixed it by pulling my head forward by the jaw, but then I was stuck looking at the floor.

Suddenly I was back in bed. There was someone in the room with me. It turned out to be the dude who lives across the hall. I held out my arm and he helped me up.
"What are you doing here anyway?" he asked.
"Dreaming," I replied. "This isn't real." I knew this dream wasn't very stable, so I abandoned any ambitious goals I may have had. Instead, I stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. For some reason, I could only see my reflection in the mirror when I looked at it from an angle. There was no reflection at all when I looked straight-on. Unlike real life, I was clean-shaven, and my hair was quite neat.

After another false awakening, I found myself in a supermarket, looking at some kind of media device. It was quite like an ipod, but was more square than my ipod touch. I scrolled through various music tracks, and found myself drawn to one piece: "In the Hall of the Mountain King". Downloaded when I woke up, a good choice. It wouldn't play in the dream though.

DJ Log: November 30, 2010 – Evening, 8:30PM-11:00PM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: I went to bed early after a nasty migraine struck me. After another dry spell, I had a lucid with fairly good recall. My doctor put me on Procardia XL a few weeks back, and my body is taking some time to adjust to it. I've had quite a few good dreams lately, but no recall at all.)

I am standing in a large, open industrial building with several other floors above and below me. The air smells musty, and the space is dimly lit. As I'm looking at my surroundings, one of the overhead lights shorts out and drops sparks all over the floor in front of me. I jump back and fall through the wall behind me, then into a completely different room. Standing back up and looking around reveals that I am in an office that has no door back into the industrial space. I become lucid at this time. I look back at the wall and say, “This is the only way back into there.” I take a couple of steps backward and run into the wall at full speed. I pass right through the wall with no resistance. While passing through the wall, my vision is all choppy and jittery, a lot like using the “idspispopd” cheat code in the old Doom game.

I am in the industrial space again, and now there is a car sitting in the middle of the room. The car is an import with dark tinted windows and a spoiler on the trunk. The color changed from jet black to a iridescent blue as I walked toward it. I get in the car and the engine starts without even turning the key. There are 8 pedals on the floor, so I begin to press on them. None of them would make the car go, so I grab the shifter and shove it into a gear. The car starts to move forward and speeds up when I shift to the next gear. I found one of the pedals that speeds things up, so a combination of pressing that pedal to the floor and shifting makes the car go much faster.

I drive the car through the building and out through the wall, landing on the rooftop of another building. I shift several times and the car rapidly accelerates, jumping off the edge of the roof. After flying through the air for a brief moment, I enter another building through the wall which looks like a large hotel. I blast through a couple of rooms and right out the other side of the building. I jump from roof to roof and saw a cop sitting on one of the rooftops. He gets me with the radar gun and turns his lights on. I know there is no way he is going to get me, so I start shifting faster and fly off the roof. I get into another building through the window, then end up in an elevator shaft. I shift a couple of times and rocket straight out through the roof of the penthouse. I am able to level out and fly over the city for a bit. After flying for a bit, the car starts falling back to the ground. The ground is getting closer and closer. Pressing the pedals and shifting does nothing but rev up the engine. The car started to nose-dive toward the ground and I could not change the direction or stop it. I woke up just before hitting the ground.

Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 9/10
Length: 10 Min.

I was playing with a broken fosset and I noticed an omitrix on my arm. I realized that it was weird and knew I was dreaming. So I finally got it to shut off and went upstairs. I saw some cubs and tried to turn into one of them. It didn't work. Then I was trying to fly in a large field. I tried times and times again and kept falling. It was very vivid, the shadows were superb. Then these two assholes said something about doing certain things in MY lucid dream that I shouldn't have done. Then they started to sing. It was very annoying. So I saw a little white dot in the sky and made it crash into those assholes. Nothing happened, then I saw this lady that was hot and I took some thing and shot some white stuff all over her. She smiled at me so I took my dick out and tried to have sex. Then I woke up. I know that earlier in this lucid dream I did officially have sex but I can't remember when.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had an okay dreamnight. Got a lucid and I managed to stay in the dream even though it faded, which is something I haven't been able to do before! Even though the dream was long, and complex, it was filled with holes when I woke up...

11.30: Bedtime

05.15: Fragment
*I'm running down a mountainside towards a lake. My sisters and brothers have each caught some kind of fish, and I want one too. I spot a red lobster at the edge of the water, and I head for it.

05.15: 40 minutes WBTB

07.10: Weird Lucid MILD
I'm with Felix and G in his appartment, only it doesn't look anything like it. A few people are wandering around, most likely going home after a party we've just had. I have no clothes on, and I have to take a piss. I get up and cover myself up with one hand. I open the bathroom and two girls scream when I try to enter. I walk into the kitchen instead. After a while I'm on the couch again, trying to put on some underwear. A few people at the door is looking at me, smiling. I notice that my balls is showing and I laugh and tuck them in.

Dream skips. I'm walking towards a road, going away from the party. I spot an excavator and I walk up to it. There's no one inside and it's moving around on its own. Suddenly it tries to get to me, and I have to jump around to avoid getting crushed. "Wait! What is going on?!" I yell. I notice my co-worker Niclas standing a few meters away with a remote. The machine starts moving faster and I jump up on the arm and hold on for dear life. Just as it starts squeezing me over the stomach.

I realise I'm dreaming. I climb up to the top of the excavator's arm and sit down at a table there. I start writing down my dreams for some reason. I can hear a loud thud coming from an eerie looking building on the other side of the road. Every other second or so. I jump down and take a look at my hand. It looks like all of my fingers have melted together a bit. "I should find something to blow up" I think, but the light is fading fast. I realise I have to stabilize the dream and create light first.

I try to scream the word "Light!" by it ends up being a thought in my head instead. I guess I was too close to waking up. I realise I have to root myself fast. I throw myself down on the ground and starts touching the asphalt. The light is now completely gone, but I refuse to wake up. I keep on feeling the asphalt and concentrating as hard as I can on my sense of touch. To my amazement, I don't start to feel my body. Suddenly I can feel two walls, like I'm in a corner. My sight returns to me and I realise I'm in my bed.

Once again I'm closest to the wall, and I can see small lights in the room which I recognise as the refrigerator and other stuff. I take a look at my hand to make sure I'm still dreaming, and I spot 7-8 fingers. I get up. And wake up.


11.15: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3, Calea Tea - 2 tablespoons at WBTB

That's it! Atleast I got lucid. And now when I've succeeded in staying in my dream even though it fades, it should be easier in the future. I didn't recall much more than that dream, but I think I had another short lucid. But I forgot to write it down. If nothing happens tonight, I will do a WBTB again tomorrow, trying out G+C for the second time.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I have to say I had this dream when I was 5 years old.
I shall try my best to describe the dream.

I was riding in a car to I guess a shopping center or something. I believe I was walking around with my siblings, parents and one of my uncles. I remember feel tired. And after a lot of walking we were eating dinner somewhere.
And my uncle ended up showing me a magic trick and it was him pulling his finger off and I saw the finger physically separated from the knuckle and reattaching it. (and trying to look where the finger would attach back on either the finger or the hand showed a weird greenish effect that resembled television static)
He ended up showing me how to do it and I was doing it in the dream.

And that is all I can remember of the dream at this point.
I am assuming it was a lucid dream cause I remember pulling on my finger so many times when I was around that age and expecting it to separate and have the weird effect.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are #067300, and lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1. Nightmares are dark red, #8b0000, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

Yay! My first lucid dream where I actually did something. This was the last dream of the night, and it was VERY long. I don't remember all of it, and I might not remember everything in the right order.

Harry Potter dream
I am Harry Potter, and I am in the Harry Potter universe. Over half of the dream happens, then I start remembering stuff.

I go up an elevator into some secret base. The lights are dark. Someone's giving me a tour of the place. There's all sorts of technology in rooms with walls made of red chain link fence. There were some other people there. He showed me the rooms. Then he pointed to a Tesla coil inside one of the rooms. Later, we get into a conversation about who can enter and exit the complex. I asked if Malfoy could enter. He said no.
NOTE: Spoiler ahead, select the proceeding text so that it's visible only if you've already read the 7th Harry Potter book: (Or if you don't care)


I argued. "Why can't he? He's actually good! He was horrified when Dumbledore died, and never wanted to kill anybody! At the end of the Battle of Hogwarts he switched sides!" The tour guide was adamant. I couldn't convince him.


Dreamskip.

Me and a group of people ran to some room. The entrance was a small wooden door frame at an angle, with a shield sort of thing instead of a door. It looked like a film of rippling cyan water, but you could put your hand through it like air. You could see through it. The room was filled with cameras. We needed to put something (A shoe? Not sure.) inside it. I ran through the shield and stepped down a small staircase of cameras, threw the object inside the room, and climbed back up. I wondered if the cameras could see me.

Dreamskip.

We all apparated away. I don't remember apparating, but I know that's how we all got where we were. We were at a group of four picnic tables in a 2x2 grid, on the roof of some tower, thousands of feet in the air. There were no fences on the edges to keep us from falling off, but none of us were concerned about it. Everyone apparated in with black ponchos on (in the dream, everyone had to wear those to aparate) and then took them off. Then we all started eating food.

I waited a while, and asked someone, "Aren't we supposed to be fighting Voldemort?". He just kept eating. I stood up between two tables, with either foot on the benches of the two tables, and said to everyone, "Why are we eating? We need to keep fighting Voldemort!", No one replied.

Dreamskip.

I was shopping somewhere with my Dad. I heard lots of people saying "Oh my gosh, it's Harry Potter!" and stuff. I dropped something we bought. It was a foot and a half wide red ball. I chased it through three shops. After the second, someone picked it up and tossed it somewhere else. After the third shop I finally got it.

We entered a shop to buy something. The walls were green. I suddenly had the thought that maybe I was dreaming. Out of curiosity I tried to hand whistle (which I can do very well in real life) and it failed. I felt air blow up I pant legs. Yeah, I'm probably dreaming. I tried looking at my hands, because apparently hands look weird in dreams, and... whoah! I had four fingers on one hand, one of them floating in mid-air, and three tiny fingers on the other, with no thumbs at all! I am so totally dreaming. What should I do? Fly? (I forgot to do the increase-clarity follow-through) I tried to fly. Instead, I jumped over ten feet into the air and slowly fell back down. I said "Look, Dad!", but he ignored me and continued focusing his attention on the store clerk. I kept hopping and looked around. I looked at all the corners and walls of my surroundings. I was amazed at how the mind can paint such realism, yet it's so difficult to put it on paper. My dream started to fall apart. I unfortunately realized I was dreaming near the end of my REM cycle, so I didn't have much time to play.

I'm glad I finally had a lucid dream that lasted. I had decent control for a beginner. I heard some people couldn't hop very high at all on their first try.

Non-lucid Lucid Side notes

I went to bed at 2:00 am and woke up at 7:30 am to attempt a WILD. It didn't work, but I had a very entertaining lucid dream as a result.

I am in a hotel room with three guys my age and some random old lady. One of the guys is really nerdy and is annoying the living daylights out of everybody. This hotel room has bunk beds and I am chilling on one of the top bunks. We want to go outside of the hotel and are all talking about where exactly we want to go. We can't decide on anything, and then from out of the blue, the nerdy guy says, "Polka Town!" and slaps his knees repeatedly. I am beginning to wonder if he has a mental disorder. All the other dream characters somehow think that going to this "Polka town" would be a good idea. So they go over to the window that overlooks an empty green field, and one by one jump out of the window. Our hotel room is on the third floor so I am very shocked, but then I come to the conclusion that this is a dream and I become lucid.

I jump out the window as well and fly with them over the empty field for a bit. We land in some Victorian-style town and everything somehow becomes animated. All the towns people are ambling around and playing accordians. None of them are good at playing, so all of them combined sounds like a jumbled mess. When they see us, they go berserk and start to chase us. They are filled with a rage virus like in 28 Days Later that makes them want to eat brains and play crappy polka. We sprint away from them, and at this point there are about five other normal people with us who are running away from the bloodthirsty polka folks. One guy has a club, so he stops momentarily to get a good swing at a towns person. He clubs this person in the head, but three or four other towns people quickly descend on him. An attractive black lady who is running with us from the towns people also stops running for some reason. Her husband, who has the rage virus, runs towards her and is about to eat her brains. However, he changes his mind suddenly because he recognizes his wife, drops his accordion, becomes normal again, and tells his wife that he missed her. We decide that we've had enough of polka town (no country hospitality whatsoever) and fly up into the air again. We fly back through the window and into our hotel room again.

I remind myself that I am still dreaming. I look at the walls of the hotel room and there are large grey numbers everywhere. Even though we were almost ripped apart by crazy polka folks, everyone is thanking the nerdy guy for his recommendation. I say it actually wasn't too great and he punches me in the arm. The nerdy gives jolly ranchers to everybody, but gives me a yellow flower. He says its a powerful and dangerous drug that I shouldn't try (not sure why he gave it to me then). I pop it in my mouth and eat it up because I'm not afraid of the effects since its a dream. It tastes very bitter and very sour at the same time. A warm sensation rushes through my body, and everything suddenly becomes much brighter. I look out the window and see that there is a big snow storm (which is a hallucination because it was nice and sunny before I ate the drug). I am majorly trippin' and am laughing like a crazy person. I look at the dream characters and see that they have freakin' chimpanzee faces. I say to them, "heh heh heh... You guys have monkey faces... heh heh".

I walk through the door and out into the hallway to explore the dream level a bit. The effects of the drug wear out when I'm halfway down the hallway. I remember my dream goal to enter another world via a door portal. I walk up to a hotel room door, imagine the planet Pandora from Avatar on the other side and open the door. To my disappointment, it is only a bedroom with dark blue walls and lots of lava lamps. I walk inside, go up to the window, look out of it and see a large expanse of jungle. I get excited and leap out of the window. I fly over the jungle and want to land on the ground and have an adventure. I can't enter it however, because the landscape gets all hazy and two-dimensional. I am afraid that I'll wake up so I fly back into the hotel.

I decide that I want to have sex with a hot girl so I start looking for women. I see an open door to a hotel room, so I walk into the room but there's only some fat chick playing a keyboard. I am awkwardly silent for five seconds, say hi to her, and walk away. I walk down another hallway and it leads me into a mall. There are restaurants and clothing stores and such, and I see lots of beautiful women in bikinis walking around in a clothing store on my left. I walk in to the store, approach a tall blonde woman, and ask her if she wants to have sex with me. She is repulsed and tells me to screw off. I see another woman who is tan, brunette and much more beautiful than the one who rejected me. I walk up to her try a different tactic by whooing her. She likes me so she says "bite me". I grab her behind and before we do anything I wake up.

I find myself at this brothel thats like a strip club, casino, and arcade all rolled into one. I see Red playing some dice game, and theres money laid out everywhere. I started thinking about this place and realize this is only my second time I've been to this place. The first time I was here, it was also a dream. All of a sudden everyone started leaving outside, and I headed with them. Some guy in a football jersey was asking me if I wanted to leave with one group or stay with his....I told him his.

It was night time outside, and I noticed S was in the group. She was wearing some vinyl shirt that was mostly see through. She lifted up her shirt and showed her tits to all of us. She was bragging about how she just had them done. When I looked again, there were scar marks and the stitches were still visible. Her right breast was pointing in the wrong direction and she said it'll look better once everything heals up. Just when she said that, one of her nipples fell off.

I knew I was dreaming after that and someone started talking about this storm. We all rounded the corner and there was these black clouds moving in. It started getting really windy, and there was thunder, and the clouds were emitting a prism of colours near it that were in sync with the thunder. I looked down the road and saw several people fly up in the air from the wind. I couldn't help but marvel at it all for a second, and just then S jumped into my arms and wanted me to save her.

The crowd of people had mostly all but scattered by now, and I decided to just go to the second story of this building to get a better view. I moon jumped up, and almost made it on the balcony, and caught the ledge with one arm. I told her to climb up before I fall, and she was still wrapped up on me, so I threw her up there and climbed up. There were lawn chairs set up with tacky green carpeting. I turned back around and waited for the storm to approach but I woke up.