HeSpeaks7

I keep having dreams of Chelsea. She's cute, short, and has black hair. I don't know exactly why I have a dream about her every 2 weeks. I think it may have to do with the fact that she is the only female that I got to know well and didn't have a 'rough patch' with. Or maybe were soul fiends or something like that, idk.

Anyways, the dream started off in a classroom, in a trailer. I was sitting next to Chelsea at a two-person table. We talked a bit, because the teacher wasn't there. Chelsea got up to grab something and my ex, Stephanie, motioned me to come over and sit at her table. So I did.

I talked to Stephanie a little and her boyfriend saw this, and toke a knee between our chairs. Completely blowing me off, he casually talked to Stephanie;butting me out. That was cool though. It didn't really bother me. I see Chelsea drop off some markers at our desk. She pulls up a chair, puts it against the wall, and sits next to me on it. At this point I'm sensing that Chelsea has a thing for me, and I do for her too.

Then Chelsea's mother comes into the classroom, really pissed off. Apparently someone was making fun of Chelsea earlier or something like that. She treats us all like crap and demands to know where the violator is. I think Chelsea asks her mother to stop. And somewhere along the lines, her mother starts yelling at her. Saying that Chelsea is nothing, just really putting her down.

Her mother finally leaves in her fiery rage. I go up to do something unrelated to her mother. When I come back, I see Chelsea sitting by herself, looking really sad, almost about to cry. So I sit down next to her and hold her. She rests her head on my shoulder. I tell her that she didn't deserve any of what her mother told her. She says something, I say something back. Then Chelsea says," We are the warriors of men."

Apparently she is part of some exotic religion that believes many things, one being that they are supposed to defend humanity. I toke what she said as a we're-supposed-to-do-things-the-hard-way-because-we-are-warriors. So kinda like military school's philosophy on parenting their cadets. Also that this religion is blood (insiders/family) only, similar to Judaism.

We talk a little more, and she gives me looks that suggests she likes me. Without saying it, we know that more and more we want to be together, but she would have to go against her religion to be with me. Because she is only supposed to choose from members of her religion to be with. We don't go into all that though. We leave that for later and get through her current sadness together.

I've been out of school for a year and 6 months, and I wanted to go back and see my friends and teachers. So I went to my old highschool and went to every class I used to goto, just as if I was in school. It was fun too. The teachers let me in their classes and my friends still remembered me.

At the end of last period I walked outside and my Marine recruiter Ssgt. Gauge was there waiting for me. He looked over at the crowd leaving the building and saw me 'okay, lets go'. I knew he was taking me to the pool function, but I hated going to those things. I acted like everything was cool and followed him across the street and behind the recruiting office. Out there were 10 poolies and a recruiter. They were all dressed in ACU camo. The recruiter was yelling in one of the poolie's face.

Ssgt. Gauge led me passed the recruiting office and we watched a reenactment of a battle, with only one tank.

I have vague memories of a scary dream of monsters lurking in the dark and us being trapped in a big building. Though, of course, with my manly manliness, I wasn't scared; though I did get excited at some points. Anyways, all I can remember is an elevator falling, me with a group of people. A significant character being a late-teen girl with black hair. Some big loading dock in the warehouse part of the complex with this fucked up monster in it. And that a group of 9-12 of us were trying to escape. Oh and 90% of the time it was really dark and I couldnt see shit.

Background

I layed down and before I fell sleep, I partially projected into my dreamspace and changed it's foundation so that I would automatically have a lucid dream.

The Dream

I was in a baron wasteland, dry cracks in the ground desert style, and I randomly thought it would be cool to fly. Spontaneously, I thought of my body, then imagined myself floating up. And I started to go up. At first I stayed close to the ground, but worked my way up to 10 stories high and performing medium acrobatics. As I flew, I found a New York style city, it comprised of 15 buildings. I flew over to, then walked around for a bit.

Next thing I knew it was nighttime, so Im flying around the buildings, not above them. I want to say that it was at that point I realized I was dreaming. I hear people talking atop one of the buildings. I flew up onto the building to investigate, and it was 4-5 teenagers who could fly too. The appearent leader, or one with the most leadership in him, told me I shouldn't use my abilities in the open. And they left, flew down and walked to a nearby railroad that had a broken down train on it.

I watched what they were doing for a little bit, then decided that was boring and flew up in the air. I bolted away from the city at much speed. Then stopped. It was becoming daytime, and bad clouds were coming in. I decided that wouldn't stop me and I flew high. About 40 stories high. Then I saw a bolt of lighting go off within a cloud that was close to me. That sealed the deal, and I booked back to the city.

I'm not sure if it was the same group of teenagers, but now I was walking around with a group of people (5-7 people). We walked away from the city and towards a 1910s styled group of buildings. We walked through a door and were inside the neighborhood. It was dark and the road was made out of cobblestone. I realized that I should take some provisions to ensure that the lucid dream would last for longer. So I turned to a kid in the group and told him," Go find George and tell him I'm in a lucid dream." Yes that's a reference to shared dreaming. My little brother is an excellent dreamer and he told me he would help me, but my dream space is fucked so he can only help me when Im lucid. And the kid understood all that.

I also examined my hands to increase lucidity. On my thumbs were written in black sith-like text 'LIAR'. On the back of my hand and halfway down my forearm were written more things that I cant remember. Soon after that, the dream either ended lucidity or changed altogether. Note that a few other things happened in during lucidity that I can't really recall.