non-lucid

7/3/2011
A Minecraft-esque dream. I'm building some kind of fort for a home base. There is a horrible creeper attack. First one blows a hole in the wall by the storeroom. I rush in to fix it, and his buddies creep in and finish me. I respawn and am trying to work back up to what I had. I get a few items back from my death. A brigand npc captures the Vaarsuvius npc (from the Order of the Stick), but I'm not prepared to be able to rescue V. I am adding potato chips to raise walls because it's all I have.

There are planes flying through a tunnel in the mountain with a lava river and lavafall. They are dropping water to turn the lava into sandstone.

J offers to help rescue V. A couple other npcs come too, one being a famous adventurer dressed in tan with a tan hat and white hair and whiskers. We descend into the cave, but the footing is precarious, and there is lava. I tell my mom not to step in that shiny stuff on the step (it'd be better to fall and break a leg than to step in that). She jumps over it, too far, too clumsy, and falls in the lava. That is NOT what I meant. J and I desperately reach in and pull her out. I feel so bad and guilty that it happened that I am even distressed after I wake up. Then I realize it can't have been real lava because it didn't hurt to reach in.

I didn't want to remember this one.

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I'm hanging out with gangsta friends in what appears to be Los Santos (GTA SA) near Grove Street. I enter in a weed shop and a few moments later, I'm outside in a park, smoking a blunt. My parents are calling me for diner... though they're nowhere to be found. There's nobody in the park. I don't feel the effects of the weed at first but then I walk down an alley and my vision becomes blurry and shadowy and I'm getting disorientated. I'm also wearing my night clothes.

It was the end of a dream. I could recall it 'cause my alarm clock rang right then.

7/2/2011
I'm in kindergarten. I'm putting on some very odd shoes. Is something wrong with my foot? I get a ride from my dad.

I'm walking with A. She calls something gay. I ask if maybe that isn't a little prejudiced. She disagrees. I let it go.

A South Park-esque scene. There is a group of kids dressing differently. I end up in a red shirt with a black hoodie and am fat and have weird hair. I look pretty funny. I point this out to one of the others. We laugh. I finish dressing in all black. Everyone is dressing goth. It's some sort of Satanic cult thing.

A girl and boy who are both goth are off by themselves in the woods. The boy gets killed. The girl tries to make some life-restoring goop.

A Frankenstein sort of guy accidentally brings a corpse back to life. Later, by the river, he resurrects the goth boy too.

There is a hideously fat guy on an experiment table.

A message from beyond the grave about working. Some goth-looking cultists are working on something.

7/1/2011
I am on a relatively small boat at sea. There is some sort of tv show or party going on. Penny (from the Big Bang Theory) is really drunk, and she kisses Sheldon and falls overboard. She is helped back on the boat. I fall overboard as well. I swim to the guy helping people back on board. He has some sort of huge tame fish, the size of a small whale. At the top of the boat, drunk people who fell overboard are being ?chained up?. Penny is livid. She blames Sheldon for manipulating her into the kiss.

Something is written on a white board. It seems clear and unchanging, if a bit weird, but the only word I remember is 'yucky.'

In a tomb/vault. A raider is talking to the guards and a fratboy. He does something with mixing white powder and runs away, up the ladder. He comes back a bit later and the three are dead. He enters the inner chamber. There is a stream or waterfall and some green stuff growing on rock.

A scene in a bathroom. There are beetles. My little brother (I have no little brother) loves collecting bugs and is mad at me for some reason.

I am trying to capture a bad guy in a theater. I am a fantasy character named Simon. I capture the bad guy and kill him, but it doesn't quite work. I have to fight/trick him again, and this time when I capture him I kill him for good. I think I am trying to protect a little girl. I feel guilty over something I don't remember and am explaining/apologizing to the girl.

There is a shop selling underwear (or diapers?) with stuff written on it, which has something to do with the fratboy.

6/30/2011
I'm pretty sure I wrote this one starting at the end and working backwards, but I didn't write down any indication of the order of events, so I haven't made any attempt to 'fix' the order to be chronological.

I am at some sort of beauty contest. One of the contestants is trans-gender. He has a picture of him looking like a beautiful woman years ago when he was younger, but he looks pretty male now. The judges aren't pleased. Me and four others vote for him to be able to participate. The stage catches on fire. The firemen may not be trying as hard as they ought to put it out. They fail.

Taking a bus to a contest. Something about mesas.

There is an evil guy with minions and a lady. She runs when she realizes what he is. He chases. He kills a couple of minions for not trying hard enough. The chase scene is very long. One of the minions runs the other way through a department store (it's night) and gets the bad man to chase him while the lady runs the other way. The minion is killed.

There is a group of misbehaving adolescents. They steal and run away to another town. They're trying to do something good, but they don't get away with it and have to return.

I'm fighting monsters in a labyrinth. My brothers are there. There is a safe-ish room/area. I microwave a burrito?

I am remembering my dreams now! At least more than I was a week ago. The only real problem I have now is I am so tired when I write in my DJ I usually have my eyes closed. Needless to say my handwriting (which isn't to great to begin with) is rather awful when my eyes are closed. I remember parts of the dream but the best thing to do would be to write down the bullets directly from my DJ.

1.
- Asian landlord lady is really mean and weird
- Giant poisonous cricket (crushed him in the pickup truck when I sat down)
- shower on the stove
- Make great reality TV show

2.
(I swear to God this is what it says) - looked at pin on iPod yogurt bike
- girl from Reynolds
- preheat up truck

3.
- Party, invited to by parents
- they didn't get me ticket I had to stay outside, not mad
- I invited taz, he had a fake mustache, I had mine to but hard to put on
- he wasn't mad we couldn't go, sat in car with fake mustache


There was also something about a bottle of bitter pink champagne but I couldn't tell which one it was part of

-Uppercut-

The Dream Begins And I'm In A Futuristic Locker Room. I Put On Some Sweat Pants And Walk Out.I'm Walking In A Straight Line With Other People From My School.I Hear Somebody Behind Me Saying How Crappy I Suck,And How I'm A Dousche Bag.In Anger I Turn Around Uppercut Him In The Jaw.It Felt So Good To Give Him What He Deserves. He Falls To The Floor And I'm Beating The Living Day Lights Out Of Him.After A Solid Beating That Lasted Awhile,I Get Up And Walk Off . Some Lady At A Table Says To Me,"You Done?" I Say ,"Yeah."She Then Says "Go Ahead And Go To The Principal's Office."

-End Of Dream-

-Rock Out-

I Am At An Outdoor Concert.It Is Also At Night.Throughout The Dream I'm With Various Friends.Alright,At First I'm With One Of My Best Friends,Caleb.Were Up On A Mountain Watching The Concert From Afar. I Later Leave And Meet Up With Another Group Of People.We Are In The Back Row Of The Concert .I Believe The Performer To Be Be,"Skrillex."(A Famous Dubstep Artist) Were All Jumping Around Singing.

-End Of Dream-

On The Run

I Start Out In A Bedroom.The Walls Are Orangy And Redish .I'm In A Clay House.Inspecting Everything.I Walk Out Of The Bedroom And I Am In A Familiar Room From A Call Of Duty Game..I Walk Out And Turn And I Am Faced With A Hallway That Seems To Go On For An Eternity.I Walk Down The Hall And I'm In Front Of A Door .When I Open It I Look Left And Am Faced With All Of The Guitars I've Ever Wanted.This Room Is Huge! It Is About 1/3 The Size Of My Local Grocery Store. I Blink,And Everything Is Gone.In Disbelief I Check Everywhere In The Room.I Call In My Dad .My Dad Comes In And We Have A Conversation.(I Don't Really Recall What It Was About)I Later Walk Out Of The Room , But The Hallway Isn't There ..Instead There Is A Busy Grocery Store.I Walk Out Astounded.I Run Out Full Speed .When I Finally Get Out I Am With My Best Friend . (It Is Dark Now)He Is Wearing A Ghille Suit. We Lay Down In Some Grass Nearby To Hide.Some Crazed Teenagers Drive By.Soon After So Does A Cop. We Then Get Up Out Of Hiding.We Then Run Down The Street At Super-Human Speeds.The Sunrises Quickly As We Run ,Almost As If We Were In A Movie Being Fast Forwarded.We Eventually End Up At A 4-Way Intersection.We Then Turn Around And Run In The Opposite Direction.As Were Running I Say ,"You Wanna Take A Break ?" He Says ,"Sure."We Then Run Into A Car Garage .One Guy Is Working On A Mustang ,The Other Is Working On My Jet Black Les Paul Guitar.I Pick It Up And Say ,"Cool."My Friend And I Then Leave And Continue To Run .We Eventually End Back Up At The Store .(It Is Now Dark Again)We Run Into The Store Like Sonic The Hedgehog.Weaving In And Out Of Different Aisles .When We Arrive Back At The Door ,In Which I Found The Guitars,There Is A S.W.A.T Team Waiting For Me.They Point And Yell At Me ,But I Turn Around And Run .


-End Of Dream-

So, none of you really know me. I'm not very active here. But Hi!

Dreaming of a Warzone-

In the bustling streets of a large city somewhere in Europe, war had erupted. Somehow, I was one of the first US responders to the situation and was attempting to fight off the terrorists who occupied a large sky scraper and were raining down terror in the form of RPGs and mortars. As our squad rushed to engage them, it was clear they had an advantage. They were sitting in the upper reaches of the sky scraper picking us off like ducks, because, for some reason, we decided to attempt to engage them from the street.

However, we had one distinct advantage. The advanced technology of our military landed directly in our squads hands - a robotic suit that would completely cover the human body, enhancing every aspect of it ten-fold. It made us stronger, faster, bullet-proof, better armed, and capable of flight. The suit resembled this:

The best part? When not in use it looked like an unfolded packing box. So simple, yet deadly. Somehow, I was put in charge of working the suit, and jumped right in. The box quickly engulfed me and form-fitted my body and I began blasting the terrorists with a large Gatling Gun attached to my shoulder. I began tossing cars out of my way onto a bridge, so that no civilians would somehow wander, or drive, into the area.

Sadly, I remember nothing more from the dream. But I would like the suit!

I was looking for someone. I was in Bacolod, in a building where Quan is near Shopping and La Salle. It was a call center there. Second floor (there are only two stories of the building). A lot of people. I saw a familiar one.

Somehow, even against my protest, I became an agent. I was on a cellphone, talking to a client, asking about the quality of a product or service. I was able to answer confidently. I saw Calvin again, the familiar face.

I traveled somewhere with some people. A dormitory? I was asking about the accommodation. The landlady said something about floods, indicating a deep flood, and I told her that some of my companions are girls.

Walked again, in another dormitory with sis. A familiar dormitory, where a friend (or a number of friends) lived. We ate there. Then we escaped, although we know they won't mind we ate there. Went "home."

Mom complained about sis's water jug. That's when I realized I don't have mine. I might have left it outside of the dormitory.

So, yesterday was a bit of a jump for me, as I reached sleep paralysis for the first time in a few months, and I've finally gotten back into the lucid dreaming mindset.
My dreams haven't really been too spectacular, just images and visions, ect. of my school and people I see often. I can't wait to get back into LD-ing since I have break for the next week from school
I love you Dreamviews

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My family and I are driving on the highway. I'm behind the wheel, and the car is pack with out things and I have a push broom to the left of me. Nothing too unusual is happening, until I attempt to pull of. I decide now would be a good time to pass the push broom to my brother to get it out of my way. As he grabs it, the broom hits the steering wheel and jolts us off the curve. The car flips sideways but everyone is fine. We get out to assess the damage to find that the kayaks have fallen off and into the lake in the center of the curve. We look at each other and decide this to be the first stop on our family vacation.

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I'm at my elementary/middle school again, though I recognize it as my old high school in the dream. At first, I'm meeting a handful of my current friends there. I ride up on my bike and see none of them have arrived. I feel the stares of several past classmates, reluctant to start a conversation with someone they were never really friends with in high school. I wait patiently as I notice a few of my crew walking up.

I turn around to notice several of my friends already present, waiting at a table for me. We chat for a while and then go on our way. As I'm walking around the campus, things seem normal though I feel as though I haven't been there in a while. I'm here to take a class I missed during my real high school years, as is everyone else. The only people walking around are people I know from the past.

I walk up to a new building. An auditorium with several people I recognize walking in. I assume this is the place I'm supposed to be and follow them in. As I sit down, I realize I'm wearing a dress, though I'm not ashamed of it. It's normal. A present friend of mine turns around and lets out a light chuckle as if I'm not ready for what we're going to be doing in class. I hear the professor welcome everyone to Singing class, and that everyone must perform before they leave.

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I think it's safe to say that my dry spell of dreams is about over. I even remember the order of most of the dreams. Also I'm feeling better, so I will try a WBTB next night.

I also did a reality check, and I may have been lucid for a few seconds. Unfortunately, on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the most lucid, I'd say I was around 1 or 2, but since I'm not sure if I was actually lucid, I'm not going to mark this down as a lucid dream.

First, I was at Alec's house. It was set up differently in that it was a lot bigger, and it had a lot of winding hallways. The overall look of the house was different, too, with all the walls having this old-looking wall paper, and the floors were carpeted with antique carpets. Anyway, Anthony was there as well, and we all wanted to go get some pizza. The problem was that Alec's parents weren't home, so we couldn't leave because then his grandmother, who is very old and shouldn't be left alone, would be left alone. This was immediately apparent to us, so we considered leaving, but then the subject of her medication came up, and we figured that if we weren't there, she would "probably die." Somehow that was supposed to be a joke, and it came off as a joke in the dream, but I don't remember who said it. I know either someone said it to his grandmother, or his grandmother said it about herself.

Then, I was in the car with Brian and Ashley's baby. There were other people in the car, but they were faceless dream characters. The car was not my car, also. The seats were leather, and everything was colored grey. The baby's car seat was somehow in the same spot that Brian was sitting, which was in the middle seat in the back. I was in the seat by the left window. Every time I picked up the baby (Seth), which was by his armpits, to put him in his car seat, Brian would yell at me asking me what I was doing. I didn't know what he meant, and I ignored him. Then I picked up Seth again, who, by the way, looked like a newborn rather than the six-month-old he is, and I put him in the car door compartment. You know, the place where you usually put an umbrella or something. The compartment was just big enough to fit Seth in a standing-up posture, and he fell asleep. Brian yelled at me again, but I figured it was only because Seth would be uncomfortable in the door compartment. I figured I'd let him go until he woke up and started crying, and when he did I picked him up again to put him back in his car seat. This time when Brian yelled at me, I said back to him, "You're telling me I'm holding him the wrong way, but you aren't being specific! How am I supposed to know what you mean?" After I said this, I realised that I was yelling at him the same way I would yell at one of my friends if I was mad at them. When I said this, all the characters in the car turned to look at me, and I think my mom was driving. Anyway, Brian told me, "You can't just pick him up by the armpits, you have to support the rest of his body." To demonstrate this, the baby morphed into one of our cats, and was laying sprawled out on Brian's hands. The cat's head was on his right hand, and his body was on his left. Brian's hands were slightly apart, so that in the space in the middle, the cat's body was sagging down.

The next thing I know, I'm at school. So far in the dream, the school looks almost exactly as it normally does. I'm at the hallway intersection by the nurse's office, and the stairs are behind me, and everything is where it should be, although the walls are orange.. I'm about to go somewhere when this kid, who looked a lot like Alaric, but slightly off, like he could be his younger brother or something, pulled me aside and said, "Hey, I lost my Gameboy Advance in the other classroom, could I borrow yours?" I said that I didn't have one with me, and he said, "Don't lie," while nudging me with his elbow. I could tell this was a joke; a way of saying, "Hey, we all can't stand these boring classes, so we all carry around Gameboys to keep ourselves occupied." For some reason though, in this dream I was socially awkward (more so than usual ) and instead of making a joke back, I kind of just said, "I'm not lying." I felt pressed for time, however, and I had to go. This kid was interesting though, and I felt that we could have been great friends. Anyway, I walked off down the hallway that leads to the cafeteria. This is where the architecture of the school goes a little off. Instead of leading to the cafeteria, I could look down the hallway, and see that it just kept going forever, the orange hue of the walls leading the way. However, when I started walking down the hallway, I immediately ended up in this other hallway. This hallway was completely blue and there were boilers and such all around the place. I saw a person in the distance, who waved at me. I thought it was my old math teacher, but as I got closer, I realised it was this girl, Kristen, who had a crush on me. She was with her friends, who I happen to not like. It's worth mentioning that this particular dream is the only instance in which her friend, who is also named Kristen, was attractive. Then I was suddenly in this other hallway. This one was a lot like the unnecessarily wide one in most of my school dreams, but it led to the gymnasium. And instead of a door to the gym, the hall just opened up, and there it was on the right. Also, the wall on the right didn't reach all the way up to the ceiling. If you wanted to, you could feasibly climb the wall and climb over the top and get to the bleachers in the gym. As I was walking up to the gym, Donovan was with me, and I was trying to make a joke but he didn't think it was funny. A basketball from the gym fell over the top of the wall and bounced towards me. I could see the ball bouncing towards me in third person, and I knew it was going to hit me in the head. It did. Then I walked around the wall to get to the gym, and I saw some kid on the bleachers playing with a basketball. The bleachers were tiered, but not in the normal way. I would say that normal bleachers were tiered horizontally. These ones were tiered vertically, and there were no seats on them. It was more like they were just steps, and I was walking on the edge of the wall that these bleachers made. As I was walking on the wall, I could look down and see the hallway from where I came. Suddenly I was sitting by these lunch tables on the other side of the gym, and I could still see the kid with the basketball from where I was. There was a basketball hoop at the bottom of the bleachers and in front of it, there were also a lot of hard, plastic benches. As I watched the kid with the basketball, he would jump really high on the spot where he was, and aim for the hoop, and make it. Then he would move up a step and do the same thing. Eventually, he was at the top, and I had a feeling he was going to fall. He jumped up really high, and the ball when in the hoop, but he took a nasty spill and fell face first into this metal bar and the plastic benches. Somehow, he managed to get up and walk this off, and the whole gym was amazed that he mad the shot. I turned around and I was suddenly in this room with Tom and Kyle. The room was dark, and there was a couch, where Tom and Kyle were sitting, and there was a small rug on the floor where I was sitting, and there was also a TV. This class had something to do with music theory because Mrs. Gunther-Brown, my music theory teacher, put on a video for us to watch. The video had a Caterpie from Pokemon trying to climb these vines, but things were shooting at him. In the background, Daisy Bell was playing, but it was in an, 8-bit style. For some reason, it was DE that church was relevant to the song and the video. I made a joke saying that this was "Super Church" or "Super Sunday" in reference to Super Nintendo. Tom and Kyle didn't think these were funny, and I continued with, "Church 64." It was like, in this whole dream, everyone thought I wasn't funny.

I woke up at this point, and forced myself to write down some dreams.

Next, I was at a relative's house. It may have been my aunt Sandy. The place was very run down, and the wooden floors and walls were getting torn up. I was on the computer for a little bit, but then I walked to this one bedroom. This room was very nice looking. The place was very orange, but it wasn't torn apart like the rest of the house. There was a bed to my right, and a support column to my left. I don't know what was on the other side of the support column. There was a small TV to the left of the bed. Anthony was there, and so was this other kid. They made a comment about how this Metal Gear Solid game sucked, and was a "bad game". I turned it on and realised that they came to this conclusion because his gun was shaped weird. Snake's gun was a marshmallow gun, and it was very small where he held it, and giant on the other end, with a yellow tank on the side. It actually looked pretty awesome now that I think about it. I mocked them, and they agreed with me, saying that it probably wouldn't affect the game. I turned it off, but then the other kid mentioned that there were other things wrong with the game. I turned it back on, and I started playing for a little bit. The setting of the game was this small military camp. Snake was wearing khakis, a wife-beater, black boots, and he had camouflage face paint. As he ran, the game was glitchy, and his arms folded back behind him. It looked pretty funny. I turned off the game. Suddenly this girl from school, Coralis, was in the room with us, and she was wearing this bionic suit, and it was DE that it was her birthday. She was playing Yu-Gi-Oh with some other person. There were two a big stacks of cards on this table between them with a magic card on top of each, and I realised that she needed to get magic cards back. I asked her if she had any cards that would bring magic cards back. Then I was sleeping. It was night, and I was sleeping in the bed that I saw when I walked into the room. The room was empty except for me, and I think I had a false awakening. I woke up, and it was still dark, but it was morning. I had morning wood, and my dick was pretty huge, and I marveled at this for a while. I got up and left the room though because I didn't want anyone finding out. Suddenly I was in this really large, walk-in bathroom complex. The whole place had bathroom tiles on the floor, and all the walls were like the walls to a bathroom stall. There was a giant window that spanned the main hallway. I walked down this hallway as I passed by paths I could have turned down in order to get to other bathrooms and showers. From a top view, the place was probably shaped like an "E", with the last hallway turning into a large room. There were a lot of celebrities there, but the only one I remember is Mila Kunis. I passed her as I turned down the hallway towards the big room. She was sitting on the window sill reading a book. Michael Richards may have been there as well. Anyway, as I walked past Mila to get to the larger room, I looked back and Sean and a bunch of mutual dream character friends replaced Mila. This new kid was with me, and Sean was yelling out to this kid, "Call me fatty," like that's the nickname he wanted. Recognising this as a really bad joke, I turned to the kid and tole him not to call him fatty. I knew it would just encourage more bad jokes from Sean. Anyway, this kid was new, and we were hazing him or something, but I was being nice to him. Then he turned to me and tried to show me his secret handshake. It started out with this constant and rapid high-five, and I suggested that instead, we could just shake hands. I demonstrated with a normal handshake. Then he insisted that his was more fun, so I let him continue. He mentioned that the shake then goes into this dance, and this is where he lost me. The dance involved waving both of your hands, one at a time, and then doing a pirouette. I mocked this stupid shake, by going along with it until it was my turn to do it. Instead of doing what he did, I punched him in the face twice, once with each hand, and then spin-kicked him in the jaw. One of the people from the group of friends came over and I told his about it and he said he did the same thing. We laughed. As I left, the placed was suddenly empty, and I saw Coralis by one of the bathroom stalls. I went out on a limb and asked, "Wanna fuck?" To my surprise, she was like, "Sure," and we went into a bathroom stall, which had a whole room, complete with a bed . I told her, "Just so you know, I'm a virgin." This discouraged her, and I said, "Well, then just give me a blowjob or a hand job." She said something about not wanting my dick to poke her or something. It was DE that dicks have this odd, poking, uncomfortable quality. I assured her that i didn't have this quality, and she would be fine. Dreams, man.

Woke up here, too. I may have had a slight sleep paralysis at one point. Maybe not here, but some point. And I was still half asleep, but I recognised it, but it went away fast. It may have just been a dream sleep paralysis that could have occurred during my false awakening.

The last set of dreams started out with me observing this one room (I wasn't there) with two characters from Star Wars. One was supposed to Darth Vader, but it looked nothing like him. The other was supposed to be a good guy, but not anyone specific. The room looked more like the set of Star Trek than Star Wars though. Anyway, this was supposed to be a Star Wars reunion special or something and this one guy was going to reprise his role as the anonymous good guy I saw. This guy looked like a mix of Mark Hamill and Pete Townshend from The Who, but was named Richard Keithson. It was DE that he was from The Who. After this, I was in Brian's truck. He was driving, and my mom was in the front passenger seat. I was in the back right seat, and it was DE that Brian was evil. There was some danger and fear surrounding him, and we drove off. This part of the dream repeated, and this time, this faceless dream character, who I felt a strong connection to, was sitting next to me. They knew what just happened, but I had to explain to them that he gets this way when _________ (I don't remember), or he gets like this every once in a while or something. Something about the situation came up a lot. Then they realised that this just happened recently, and they said, "Wow, already?"

Then there was this really vague bit that may or may not have involved a desert, Frieza, and me being a doctor with super powers. There also might have been some research facility in the distance or something. After this, I was in this very vibrantly colored town, as if everything was made of candy. The sky was lime green, and the roads were brown, and the side walks were yellow, etc. Alec left with his dad to go somewhere, and I had to move their car. In this dream, Alec's house was a pink mansion with a yellow fountain out front that spewed out a pink, cartoon liquid. His car was a limo-van. I had to put it in neutral and push it into the spot in front of their house. I was getting frustrated because I couldn't get it straight. It was around this time that I performed a reality check. I noticed that I had six fingers on one hand, and nine on the other. I had to count them a few times because I thought something was off but I wasn't sure. I may have been slightly lucid for a few seconds, but it was like I decided there was nothing to do, so I let go. Also, I remember accidentally thinking about waking up during my reality check, but I never woke up, which is the main reason for me not thinking this was lucid. Anyway, I was suddenly hundreds of feet above the car, and then the dream shifted to this room with a bunch of posters all around. This part of the dream may or may not have including climbing, or a bunch of high places, but I get that vibe, like I think I was climbing on these stacks of posters, and I could see miles below me, even though I was inside this room. As I'm typing this, I remember that there were other people in the room. They weren't people, but they were into the same thing I was doing. Anyway, accidentally ripped down this one poster of Speed Racer. Then my dream cut to the set of Friends, with Rachel and Monica. It was DE that they were all playing a prank on me, but Monica wasn't in on it, so she was inadvertently being pranked, too.