insideout

Dream Lucid Partially lucid

February 17, '11: I was at a party at my mom's old ballet school. I didn't like it. A bunch of young guys started dancing in a big circle.
My friend's mother was in the hall. She asked me how my job search was going. I said I found one. She asked if it was full time. I said no. She asked if I liked it. I said "it puts money in my pocket."
I went outside to the parking lot. It is nighttime and I have no ride. I see my sister with her friends. I ask her for a ride.
I have really messy chewing gum (purple?) that I keep getting stuck to me and I can't get it off or spit it out. I just stretches and turns into a sticky stringy mess.

My sister leaves and I'm stuck again with no ride. I see a young girl in the window who is looking at me. I jump and start flying. I say "oh yeah, I can fly." Then I knew I was dreaming. I think of how flying is a good dream sign. I pinch my nose and rub my hands together to stabilize.
I say to myself that I could just fly home. Then I say that since this is a dream I don't have to go home at all.
I fly down the road and remembered to call Sheila. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket. I said into it "Hello, Sheila?" And I ask her to meet me at the tree that I was flying to.

I waited and looked around for her. I saw a black and white TV in the tree, with a woman on it. I go to it and say "is that Sheila?"
A couple of times I feel a strong sexual urge, but I try to ignore it.
There was another TV in the tree. This one had a scary looking dog on it. Then it showed a monkey, or maybe a goat with part of its face ripped off, I think by the dog.
Then I am on the ground, among a large group of people sitting around. They all have burned or ripped off faces. It is rather disturbing.
I attempt to spin and go somewhere else, and it wakes me up. As I wake up I think, being awake is somewhere else.

Note: Perhaps using some emotion to find Sheila would work better.