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    East of East St. Louis

    This is the dream journal of a relatively new lucid dreamer. Things that may be mentioned in my dreams are role-playing (the internet kind), family, and where I live.

    I'm still a little new to the site, so there might be the occasional error.

    Also, if you can get the reference that's my journal title, you get a thumbs up.

    Code for the journal - dream, lucid, talking about the dream, but not part of it.

    1. # Nelophobia

      by , 08-19-2010 at 02:01 AM (East of East St. Louis)
      There's a girl stuck in a glass box, unable to get out. However, she can cast astral projections of herself - and has sent one of them to find me. She asks me for help, and I gladly volunteer. I gather my Mom and a couple of my other friends and for some reason we can't fit in one car. So we take two, ready to free the girl and kick ass.

      We find the place where the girl is being held. I go up to the glass and see the girl is terrified. "Don't break it!" my Mother tells me, keeping an eye out for bad guys. We don't see any, and I carefully go to the glass and place my hands on it. The glass melts away, and the girl gets out. She had a bad fear of glass - she'd fallen through a window once and had been badly scarred on her arms from it, and now she didn't like glass.

      "Hurry up!" My Mom told me, and quickly we rushed to the car again. Our other friends had heard about some kind of supernatural fight thing going on, and so they had gone to help out while we helped the girl stuck in the glass.

      We were on our way to the fight and my Mom said "Oh shit, we're almost out of gas. We're swerving off." We ended up doing this. The gas pumps were shaped oddly, and I got out to pump the gas. It took a short time and my Mom was yelling at me to get back in the car or she would leave without me. I had to lurch as quickly as I could over to the car and for a few minutes I was dragged along until I managed to get back into the car.

      We were driving along a road at the bottom of a cliff of sorts, and above us were pretty houses that just felt wrong. Like they weren't normal. I mentioned this to my Mom.

      "We'll have to check them out later," she said.

      "I agree with her," the girl we rescued, who was in the backseat, said. "They don't seem right."

      We finally got to where we were supposed to be. A huge fight was going on. There was a couple of dragons, too, and one person, being sneaky, slunk up behind the dragon and killed it. I was amazed at this.
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