insideout

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid

October 11, 2011

I put a large lawnmower on top of some people in a convertible. The lawnmower is not turned on. They push it over and off of them.
I begin to fly away. The people have turned into a young (pre-teen) boy, who says he is going to throw gravel at me. I tell him that the gravel is made of foam.
The kids yells "You shit doodles!" So I take him literally and I poop out drawings.

Then I have a wedgie. Now I am in some kind of business building. I say aloud that I need to go to the bathroom "to take care of this."
I go into a restroom. Two of the walls are windows through which I can see the receptionist desk.