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Alright! First entry online! Anywho, I fell asleep accidentally on my bed and then woke up around 5am. Brushed my teeth, washed my face, put in my contacts, and then went back to bed. So pretty much an accidental Wake Back To Sleep. Oops. Owo This was the third lucid dream I’ve ever had ever, even though it was unfortunately short lived. Hope whoever might read this is able to learn something or at least be mildly entertained. :3
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April 5th, 2012

Dream 1:

I’m in my parents’ room in our first house. I’m sitting to one side of the bed while random members of my Lit class are just chilling amongst its untidy sheets. {really strange scenario I know but my mind isn’t that dirty, I promise} [We’re treating the TV like the projector screen] and it’s just a really laid back version {literally} of our real life class. [...]

Dream 2:

I’m hanging out with this group of other teens [some of which I know (?)] in a house, presumably one of theirs. Eminem is there. It turns out it’s his house [though I believe one of the others in the group is his daughter]. He gets angry and chases us out of the garage. It’s day time outside and we run down this side walk that’s parallel to the right side of the house (when looking at it from the front) and about 15 ft away from the building. Bushes on either side (about 3 and a half feet tall) make it form a sort of alley. (see quickly etched Paint pic) 


Others are running ahead of me and I can hear them gleefully fleeing. I turn behind me to see Slim shady lumbering toward me with all the grace and friendliness of a hungry yeti . He’s bare-headed (short, straw-colored hair showing). His blue eyes {which a google image search now reveals to be accurate} are fixed aggressively forward. {Disclaimer: I love Slim, but listen to his old free styles and tell me he can’t be awesomely scary sometimes!}



I stumble backward and to my right, falling back into the bush some. I feel pricks along my right back side. I realize now that these are rose bushes. He’s almost on me. I’m wondering which creative way he’ll kill me. Squinting, I start raising my fearful, open palms, bracing for the worst. I think “OhGod OhGod—NOooo!!!....Hn?” . He strides straight past me, eyes glaring onward still. I figure that he’s going after the boys of the group and breathe a sigh of relief. {which in retrospect sounds quite selfish but hey, I don’t have the out run the bear, just be looking to cute to maul to death }

I see some of my friends (really a menagerie of acquaintances in real life and strangers) a ways down a short grassy hill just past the bushes across from me (which aren’t all rose bushes like on the opposing side I’m on). I start to walk towards them but as I try to move forward I feel a tugging in my inner right leg just above the knee. Something’s holding me back. I look down: a light green rose stem with dark red/purple thorns has stabbed into my leg. One of the thorns stuck in me is particularly large and hooked. I try twisting the stem with both hands to break free of the bush, being careful to avoid touching the other thorns. The stem is thin but flexible and the fibers aren’t easy to rip. I see a boy from my lit class {again no idea why Lit class is all over my mind O_o’} at the bottom of that short hill in front of me about 30 feet away. He has a large silver knife in his left hand [he seems to be just playing with it, waving it about]. I ask him to bring me his knife to help cut me loose. He either can’t hear me or just acts like he can’t. Either way, it pisses me off. I finally tear the stem, freeing myself, walk around/through the opposing normal bushes and then hobble down the hill into this shallow bunker (golf sand bunker) where him and others are standing. I limp over to him and, glaring angrily into his face, sharply say these exact words, “You. Are the most competitively retarded person I’ve met all day!” {Disclaimer: I don’t use the word “retarted” like that in real life, so please pardon dream me if offended}. He’s not very effected [maybe even still smirking]. {Perma-trolls, what can ya do?}

I then flop backward onto the slightly damp sand so that I’m [laying/sitting] with my knees up. One of the group helps pullout the substantial stem slowly out of my right leg, and I wince at the pain but then act as if it doesn’t hurt like a mother.

It’s apparently time to go, and the other s start to walk away. I stand up to follow them, but trip and fall. I find this to be uncharacteristically clumsy of me but then remember as an excuse “Oh yeah that’s right, that’s because I’m underwater”. I pause after that thought and think, “Waaait..What?? No I’m not!”. I then look up at the sky. It’s a pretty aqua blue with a cluster of puffy white clouds. In the center of this cluster is a collection of thin clouds that appear to form the outline of a face. It kind of looks like a samarai mask.
I then attempt to follow the logic of my situation: “Okay, so I told him that he’s the ‘most competitively retarded person I’ve met all day’ but..who else HAVE I met today?..and why would I think I’m under water? And why is there a face in the sky?? And—wait..I’m dreaming!”



I then try to suppress my elation and concentrate. I think, “Okay! Okay! Now just calm down concentrate on breathing”, as I continue looking up at the formation of clouds. I try evening out my breaths but the clouds surrounding the face start to swirl counterclockwise and I’m losing hold of the dream quickly. My last thought is, “Take me to the Dream Academy!”, but then my vision whites out, then goes black, and I wake up. SO CLOSE! DX