Chard's DJing This Party

This was the usual morning/noontime lucid I have every time I take that nap, and it started the way they almost always do. I felt flashes of euphoria in my head, leading into full-on ecstasy. Not a very intense ecstasy today.

I get up out of bed, then start doing the worm. I then float through the wall outside, ask the dream what it thinks of me finding the DV forum, and I feel the dream take over as I do a front flip then a cartwheel. I decide it's time to get it on, so I concentrate on having a woman appear. I feel my arms around her before I see her, then begin to explore her with my hand but not too aggressively. Her face appeared, she was a bit disfigured. I'm pretty picky so I left her alone.

I'm in the kitchen with my mom. There was a question I had been wanting to ask the dreams, so I pose it, "What's the best way to get my idea out there?" referring to an idea I have that it's through exuding powerful body language that we socially accelerate, i.e. change other people positively. She opens her address/phonebook and words begin to scrawl on it but the phonebook disappears before I could read more than "righteous" and "call someone" and some information about Alaska that makes sense at the time.

Everyone is hanging out in the kitchen, including Dad. I get a bit manicky, then see Dad walk past. I say "Uh oh, Dad has that look on his face. He's going to throw me in the psychiatric center," in proper mocking fashion. I get a bit indignant and follow him outside, where there's snow on the ground. I yell at Dad, "Why the fuck couldn't you see what was happening?" (Something personal.) He seemed genuinely sorry and said, "I don't know. Maybe the script is off."