lucid

25.07.2010

Cuz This is Thriller! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was excited about going to see Inception later, which was probably the reason for the easy DILDs this morning.

I was sitting in the back seat of my dad's car. My dad was sitting beside me. We were driving along a motorway at night, and the road was lit up orange by the streetlights. I glanced into the front of the car and saw that no one was driving! I panicked for a moment, then realised what was going on. Classic dreamsign. The car stopped itself and I stepped out onto the road. My dad had disappeared and I was on my own. Some electronic music started playing and I looked up at the sky. I could see some stars, but it was mainly black. I pointed up and traced my finger across the sky to create a shooting star, which zipped across my field of vision and over the horizon.

I came to a crossroads, and couldn't see anyone in any direction. I felt slightly lonely, so I pondered a way to get some company. I snapped my fingers a few times to create a beat, and Thriller started playing. I began to do the dance- and as I had hoped, a crowd of people appeared from nowhere to back me up. I laughed at the fact that it had actually worked, and kept on dancing.

Later on, I wound up sliding down some sand dunes on a rug. I was going pretty fast, heading for the sea. Right at the point where I hit the water, I realised my phone was still in my pocket. Wet phone, another classic. It crops up more and more these days. I stood up in the knee-deep water, a bit annoyed that my jeans were soaking wet, before levitating up in the air and shaking myself off. I spent a long time flying superman-style between small rocky islands in the shallows, but ended up back on the beach after a while.



Something strange was going on. There were people running back up the sand dunes, trying to get away from some woman. She was short, stout, and had her hair in a bun. She yelled after the people trying to escape, then produced a circular blade from her breast pocket. I realised she was about to throw it at them. As soon as it left her hand, I took control of it with telekinesis. I guided it round in a loop with my finger, like a boomerang, back at the woman. She screamed something unintelligible at me, and I lost control of the blade before it hit her. It stopped in mid-air, and shot off after the people again.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked her threateningly. She simply glared at me and smiled as the blade sliced a few people up and went after more. I lifted her up by her collar. "Stop the blade, or I swear I'll kill you," I said. A few seconds passed with no reply from her, so I set her back down and ripped off her head with one tug. The body stood swaying, then a single spurt of blood shot out the top of the neck, and it fell backwards. "Warned her, like."

In a later dream, I found myself in a very close recreation of my old house. I think it was the place itself which turned me lucid. I opened the front door with a wave of my hand and stood on the step. It was evening, and a tiny car was driving past. I decided to race it down the street. I took off flying above it, at a fairly decent speed! I was surprised that I was able to fly quickly this time- without employing any real techniques.

18.07.2010

"We can't give the Sword of a Thousand Truths to a NOOB!" (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I haven't had a World of Warcraft-based dream in a while! Serenity should like this one.

I was exploring a frozen wilderness with some sort of companion who I cannot now remember. Whoever it was, was female. We were off at the side of a road, peering into a small cave which led underneath the road itself. It was a clear day, but bitterly cold. My companion told me the Lich King was likely to be in the vicinity, and that was the cause of the low temperature. I was a little concerned, but something glinting in a frozen pond just inside the cave caught my attention. I couldn't quite focus on it, even after focefully blinking a few times. I looked at my hand. It was completely fucked. A few fingers were melded into one, and several were missing altogether. Now more confident, I stepped over to the frozen pond to investigate. Beneath the ice was a sword. But not just any sword. I recognised it immediately as the one belonging to the Lich King himself. It was a huge two-hander, and the blade was glowing with a freezing blue aura. I punched though the ice and pulled it out. The handle was unbelievably cold.

I ran out of the cave with it, and found myself on a frozen lake. Then I remembered the last time I had seen this sword. I was watching the opening video for the WoW expansion- Wrath of the Lich King. The Lich King had used it to summon an enormous skeletal dragon. It was a lightbulb moment. I raised the sword high above my head, and thrust it down into the ice. The whole area started to shake, and cracks formed, zigzagging out from the sword. I stepped back cautiously. I'll post a video which basically shows just what happened.


Watch from 1:20

The dragon's head burst through the ice right below where I was standing, which threw me hundreds of metres up in the air. I got that roller coaster falling-feeling that I hate, so I slowed time down a bit to watch the dragon's emergence in slow motion. It clambered out of the ice, and I noticed that instead of the blue innards it had in that awesome video, it was glowing purple. I timed my fall carefully, and landed on its back, between the shoulder blades. I grasped two small bones in its neck, and pulled backwards. The dragon flapped its enormous wings and flew straight up. I leant forward and it flew forward. I think I forgot I was dreaming for the rest of this, but I flew around for a while burning settlements and decimating armies with the dragon's purple flame-breath.

12.07.2010

Run Back to Sleep (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was staying in my girlfriend's house, having partied hard the night before. I felt myself waking up and decided to prevent it.

I thought, "No way I'm letting myself wake up here, think of the hangover!" So I blocked out the feeling of my real body (which had passed out in a strange position anyway) and started running. At first I was just running along a nondescript flat surface, with very little feeling in my arms and legs. But after a few metres, the integration stepped up a notch. I was physically pumping my arms and legs, sprinting with full control of my body. As I looked around, I saw I was in a random street, not unlike the area I was staying in. I felt my real eyes moving to look around. But intstead of the back of my eyelids, I was seeing a non-existent street. I kept running until I was sure there was no chance of me waking up again.



It was strange to me that I was able to "run" back to sleep, run away from waking up. And it felt like real running. The brain was obviously telling the body to run like normal- but with sleep paralysis, a virtual body was substituted, although it felt no less real.

12.07.2010

What Should I See? (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I became lucid after I entered my house. The trigger was that I wasn't sure which of my houses it was. As in, I couldn't tell if it was my current or old house. I thought, "This is a classic dreamsign. Now which house is it supposed to be?" I looked around, trying to take everything in- to identify my surroundings. At the same time, I was half thinking about what both houses looked like. I got kind of a visual overload, with barely any focus on any scene- and I went into blackness.

Now normally, this is wake-up material. But I paused and kept a sense of my dream body, and pondered for a minute. I decided to be totally passive. Just look, and see what was there- not what I thought should be there. The hall of my old house reformed around me and I was back in.

20.06.2010

Clutter (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've been getting less recall lately, and very little time whatsoever to write down dreams. It's the weekend now though, and I had a WILD this morning I thought I might as well share. I was lying on my back, and was pretty knackered, which I think helped the process along. Images and scenes were just floating through my brain for a while, which I just observed without much thought. When they became less disjointed and started running smoothly, I paid a bit more attention. I could see upstairs in my parents' room in my old house. I looked around and moved my focus out into the landing. Snap. Everything clicked into place and the clarity increased massively. It seemed like a light had just been switched on in the dreamworld. Everything looked very real, and I recognised lots of old objects I hadn't seen in years. I walked down the landing into my old bedroom, which was full of clutter. The table from my current conservatory was set up beside the window, and was covered in strange hand-made models- like the kind of things you used to make in school. I examined a few things. They seemed familiar, but I couldn't place them. There was a poster for what appeared to be a boxing tournament, but the writing didn't make any sense.

I looked out the window. The ground was wet, as if it had been raining earlier. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I climbed out the window onto the roof. From there, I ran and leapt off the roof, gliding at a slightly upwards angle across the street and over some houses. This is where it gets hard to remember. I think I went streaking at some kind of sporting event. I remember having to make 1000% sure I was dreaming before running out though.

08.06.2010

Broken Bones (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was in a very unconvincing supermarket when I did a reality-check. It was a dream, as I suspected. Everything seemed too shiny or something. I jumped onto the top of a tall shelf and started running from shelf to shelf, jumping between them. The end one wobbled when I stood on it, and I fell face first onto the tiles below. I literally faceplanted from over 5 metres up. My neck snapped back, and the back of my head touched my back. My lower body and legs bent over the top. There was quite a crunch. Then the shelf fell on me. I found the feeling interesting, and was glad to be able to have that experience in a dream rather than real life. That could've gotten ugly!

06.06.2010

Late Night Rainy Football (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've always found WILDing easier with a slight hangover. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the repression of REM sleep during the night leading to the REM-rebound, plus tiredness.



Anyway, I was lying with my arm around my girlfriend, with my mind doing its own thing. I noticed that the random images which had been floating through my head had become much more solid and cohesive. It felt more like "seeing" than imagining. I saw my street. It was a dark, rainy night. I tried to focus on putting myself into the scene, and started walking uphill. (It didn't become a dream just "like that", it was gradual) There was a moment, when I was thinking about sleep paralysis, when the feeling of movement became much more real. It felt like I was moving my actual muscles now. If I paused, I could kind of feel my girlfriend beside me at the same time. I knew I was playing a risky game, thinking about my real body, but I kept myself integrated in the dream by running and jumping. The rain was cold on my skin. I looked up at the sky to find it completely black. It was a lonely-seeming night. I had no purpose for this dream in mind, so I spontaneously took a right, and climbed through a hole in the hedge. Instead of the housing development that should have been there, I saw a football field beside a large warehouse.

I wandered over, and realised that I was wearing a backpack for some reason. There was a kid standing in the middle of the pitch waving at me. I was about to go over and ask him what his purpose was in my dream, but I had a better idea. I took off the backpack and looked inside. There was an old football. I drop-kicked it over to the kid, who took it on the chest and kicked it back.
"On the head!" he shouted, running over. He got to the side of the pitch and stood on a grassy bank. The rain was quite heavy still, and was making the bank muddy and slippery. I picked up the ball and kicked it to him again. This time, he slipped forward when he went for the header, and faceplanted in the mud. It was hilarious. I laughed pretty hard. I had a moment of introspection, where I remarked on the strangeness of being "in here, laughing away", while at the same time lying basically lifeless in bed.

Then she woke me up.

05.06.2010

Ninjas Comin for me! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My recall has gone to shit since I started a new job on Wednesday. I don't think I've had any lucid moments since then- at least, none I can remember! Had a mini lie-in since it's Saturday, but all I've got are fragments.

I was part of an enormous army of leather-clad ninja dudes. They all looked a lot like Scorpion from Mortal Kombat, except instead of the yellow parts on his armour, they had were all black. Some had purple. Maybe they were the captains or something. We were all on our way to attack some settlement in the desert, which was over a hill and through a guarded archway. When the army passed through the arch, I could see the settlement in the valley below. The army, which had been so neatly organised up until now, broke ranks and started charging. Everyone was equipped with a kind of staff with a blade on either end. I ran alongside someone who turned out to be Loaf from Dreamviews! He had a grenade in his hand. I twirled the dual-bladed staff around like I could never have done while awake, and smashed up a car with Loaf's help.

I vaugely remember retreating back through the arch again when the battle was finished. I tripped and went rolling down a sand dune.

Another unrelated fragment I remember, I was playing Red Dead Redemption. I was shooting guys who kept appearing at the end of a tunnel. I lined up the shots and pulled off headshots on nearly every guy. I earned an achievement. (lol) I exited the tunnel and got out a crossbow, which I used to shoot down several ugly, bat-like creatures. I felt skillful.

29.05.2010

Superlucid Musical (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was woken up and went back to sleep three or four times this morning, so lots of mini WBTB's. My memory of them has really gone down the shitter though, due to other dreams and the time between then and now.



I remember already being lucid in a kind of mall. It was extremely bright. The walls and roof were made of glass with a steel frame. The roof was pretty damn high above me, and there were lots of little white columns and platforms on top of most of the shops. My friend Hugh was beside me. I turned to him and said,
"Dreaming aye?"
"Yep," he replied. I told him I wanted to do the task of the month, even though there was only like a day left. (Jump off a skyscraper) I reckoned that if I could fly up to the top of the highest columns, I could maybe get out onto the roof and see if there were any skyscrapers nearby. Hugh and I flew gently up in the air towards one of the taller columns. I didn't quite make it to the top, but I grabbed onto some rungs on the side. I surprised myself with the clarity of my thoughts here. I knew I had been completely lucid for a decent while, and had no difficulty remembering details from waking life. Then Jess shifted beside me, and the dream crumbled. I percieved that I was back in bed, but desperately clung to a feeling of disassociation to try to DEILD. I "moved" around and grabbed the rungs of the ladder as much as I could, focusing not on my real body, but the dream body. Not to blow my own trumpet or anything, but it took quite a lot of concentration! Pulled it off, I was back in. I drummed on the column with my fists in jubilation. The realism astounded me again- this was kind of like going back to my first few lucid dreams, wonderment-wise. Just a few seconds ago I had been lying in bed, but now here I was, seemingly physically somewhere completely different, banging my fists on a surreal column-platform thing, which appeared for all intents and purposes, completely real.

Those moments of super-lucidity really are great. When you are 100% you, not some quasi-self, slightly warped by the dream world. I was me in the Matrix. Unbeatable realism.

I think I gave up on climing to the roof, it got a little difficult and I was having trouble flying. (Lack of control sometimes seems to go hand in hand with hyper-realism for me) I ended up back on the ground, looking down the other end of the mall. A set of very tall doors looked to open up into a type of ballroom. I decided to investigate, and started running towards the doors. As I did, music started playing. It was a brass band or something. The floor was shiny through the doors, so I dropped to my knees and slid through, arms open wide. In mid-slide, someone tossed me a microphone, and I caught it, jumping to my feet. I was on stage in an auditorium. There were two galleries full of people near the roof at the other end of the room, and on the floor between them was a massive fountain. Behind me was the band. I instinctively started singing. The band backed me up. I was literally just singing whatever came into my head, but for some reason I was hyper-creative and the song just seemed to flow. It became a continuous medley of songs from the 80's. I remember YMCA was definitely in there. As for the rest, I wish I could remember more of the song, it was brilliant. It was a proper musical performance. The audience loved it, and cheered wildly.



When I finished the song I bowed, and reminded myself that I was still asleep. I thought,
"No doubt Jess will wake up soon, she's an early riser." It was strange. I visualised the sight of her lying in bed- as in, just imagined it. But the act of doing so made it real. I wasn't just thinking about it, it became part of the dream and caused a false awakening. I got out of bed and started typing this up.

Makes me wonder. Can we have a visual imagination in a dream? Surely that ability is already maxed out with the creation of the dream itself. Is it possible to imagine something in there and not have it become real in some form? Puzzling.

Just got a few fragments from last night, not really worth a DJ entry.

Part 1: Was at a crazy-awesome party on a roof terrace. Got really wasted. I think I woke up a bit and went for a DEILD- or maybe just tried to stabilise, because I remember spinning on the spot really fast. I stuck my arms out and went even faster. Then I started floating around the party.

Part 2: Woke up the next morning at the party (false awakening ofc). Semi-lucid. Found myself wrapped up in blankets beside a naked Holly Valance. Freakin' jackpot! Good times were had.

Part 3: I was doing some kind of important assignment and a dude behind me was annoying me. I very uncharacteristically turned round and yelled at him, and he stabbed me in the eye with a pencil! I couldn't believe it, the pencil was actually embedded several inches in my eye! There was no pain. I slowly pulled it out which made a squelching noise. Niiice.

23.05.2010

Doppelganger (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I should really get back to writing down some non-lucids again. I've been having a few good ones lately (and not so many lucids), but they're always so long! Anyway, this was an odd SP/FA thing- triggered once again by the bright light shining through the blinds in my dad's house.

I thought I was awake, but not quite. My mind wasn't working like it should, extreme fuzziness is the only way I can think to describe it. I was aware enough to realise what was going on though. External stimulus (the sunlight) was making its way into my dream again (maybe to tell me to wake up). I was getting blinded by the light coming in, and I could barely move. The fact that I could move at all convinced me that I was still asleep, and not in sleep paralysis, awake. I opened my eyes fully and looked up.

There I was staring back at me. It was a complete copy of myself. He had longer hair and was smiling slightly. It was pretty unnerving, to say the least. I was having some trouble getting out of bed, so I held out my arm to my doppelganger to see if he would help me up. He took my hand and pulled. It was strange- his hand felt slightly wispy, not altogether solid. It did the job anyway, and I made it out of bed to stand, wobbling by the window.

19.05.2010

Bionic Suit Commando (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In the last few hours before I woke up, I went from dream to dream, through different scenarios- while at the same time occasionally falling asleep within the dream and turning up somewhere else.

To begin with, I was back in school. I was trying to get myself organised for a formal I thought was happening tonight. I was on my way into school when I realised I hadn't even gotten myself a tux yet. I decided to take the day off school and get myself said tux. I went back home on foot and got out the yellow pages. For some reason, I was drawn to a tuxedo rental shop called "The Bank of Gestapo". I wasn't put off by the name, and called them up. -Or at least I tried to. I heard someone on the line before I even finished dialling, which turned out to be a woman from the Student Loans Company. This could have been a subconscious reminder to apply for next year's student loan... It's getting to that time of year! Somewhere around here, I fell asleep.

It felt like a very easy WILD, so I became lucid from here on. It wasn't great quality lucidity, in that it didn't click that the level above this was still a dream. Anyway, I found myself on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise. I was seated at the very left side, in front of the main window. Captain Picard was on my right. (I watched Star Trek for the first time in years yesterday ) We were descending through a murky atmosphere towards an enemy warship. I saw a shape in the gloom. It was the ship. It looked a lot like a TF Lander from Star Wars. Captain Picard had a short negotiation session with their leader by radio. It seemed we were here to pick up a "high-value target" - a person. The enemy ship wasn't happy about this, and said they were going to fire on us, before cutting off communications. Our ship was unarmed, and there was no hope of escape. Picard came up with a desperate strategy.
"Take us closer," he said. "Right up so we can see into their bridge." We came within a few feet of their bridge, so the two crews could see each other clearly. I put my feet up and gave the enemy captain the finger. Their ship had no option now but to back down. Firing on us would damage/destroy their own ship. They backed away, and we followed, keeping close until they landed... in the street down the road from my old house.

No sooner had we touched down than a man jumped out the bottom of the ememy ship and started running.
"There he is!" said Picard. He pointed at me, "After him!" I had a vague idea in my head of what I could pull off here, so I pressed a random button on my dashboard which looked like it could have been "eject", and I was shot through the floor of the bridge, through some mechanism and out onto the street. Except now I was wearing some kind of very lightweight mech suit. There was an extra foot's worth of machinery below my feet, which enabled me to run incredibly fast, and some apparatus around my chest. I took off running after the target until I came to the end of the street, where I took a left. I saw him ahead of me, on a bicycle. I charged. The suit would rattle uncomfortably when I was picking up speed, but once I reached the highest speed possible, it eased a bit. I ran down the middle of the road, passing cars going in my direction, and causing lorries to swerve off the road to avoid me in the other direction. As we passed the train station, I was gaining on him significantly. Then I started to lift off. I was flying a few feet off the ground, going even faster. Then he took an unexpected left into a large grassy area. I touched back down to give myself more friction for a sharp turn.


I wore something like this... maybe with less firepower though.

The target jumped off his bike and ran into a huge crowd of people who seemed to just be hanging out on the grass having picnics etc. I didn't loose sight of him, and he was quickly apprehended by the scruff of his neck.
"Gotcha," I said triumphantly. The people all around looked at me fearfully... then agressively. I levitated off the ground and raised my fist at them threateningly. "Don't try anything," I said. They started to advance on me anyway. I looked up for any sign of the enterprise. It zoomed overhead right as I looked up, and switched on its tractor beam. The target and I were lifted off the ground and out of harm's way. A few seconds later we were inside the Enterprise's bridge. I threw the target down. Mission accomplished.

Then I remembered that I had very little time to find myself a tuxedo for tonight! What was I doing sleeping?? I sat down in a chair and tried to wake myself up by closing and opening my eyes, trying to force myself back into consciousness. It worked, and for a few seconds I was very confused. "Tux? What the hell? I don't even have a formal to go to!"

18.05.2010

Nooo Not the Sea! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a really disturbed night's sleep last night. Throughout the night I woke up dozens of times- many of which were false awakenings, and I always felt stressed about something. I don't know what I should be feeling stressed about, but something definitely wasn't right!

One DILD I remember quite clearly happened at the beach near my house. In real life the beach is a dump (not literally, just a mess), but on this occasion it was completely clean with just the odd piece of driftwood lying about. I was walking towards the bottom with my brother and a few other people, and we got to the part where it becomes a grassy bank. The huge rocks that are usually at the bottom of the bank were gone, so the water was quite deep right at the base. Also, the bank itself went right into the water, with grass all the way in. I was walking with the sea to my left, on the left side of the group, so I ended up having to walk along the steepest part of the bank. I felt myself slipping on the wet grass, so I threw myself down flat and tried to grab hold of something. It didn't work, and I kept sliding down towards the sea.
"Shit, somebody help me out here," I said. My brother stuck out his arm. By this stage my legs were already underwater and I remembered I had my phone in my pocket and it was about to get soaked..
"Hang on a second," I pondered. "That's the ultimate dreamsign." I checked my hand, and couldn't believe it. "Don't worry!" I said to my brother, and let go of the bank. I floated out from the land on my back, looking up at the sky. A part of me still found it painful to think of my phone getting wet, but I just smiled about it.

It was right here that I either woke up or had a false awakening. Woke up feeling like there was something important happening, but couldn't make any sense of it. :S

17.05.2010

Nighttime Car Ride (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I WILDed when I went to sleep last night. I was probably only able to because I had no sleep whatsoever the night before, and had a short nap a bit earlier. After a while I started to see the inside of a car. Rather than be too "gung-ho" like I've been in my last few WILD attempts, I just looked rather than touching things and thinking too much.

The car solidified and I was sitting in the passenger seat. It was a dark night and my mum was driving. I specifically remember wearing a black t-shirt. I don't know why it was important, but my mum and I had a short conversation about it. There was something menacing about the opressive darkness outside. There were no streetlights, and the car's headlights weren't much good. As we turned on to a residential street, I decided to put on the radio for some mood-lifting beats. I didn't have a song in mind, but Guns n' Roses' version of "It's Alright" came on. I think I listened to it earlier in the day.

It had only just reached the first line of lyrics when I heard a buzzing. Then an excerpt from a song in the the Tenacious D movie cut in.
"Oh the dragon's balls were blazing as I stepped into his cave!" It was my ringtone, and it woke me up. God dammit Darren...

14.05.2010

Deep Trouble (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This one was incredibly long. It felt like it lasted five or six hours, maybe more. In reality it couldn't have been more than an hour though. I'll try to condense it a bit.

It began with a school trip. Me and a load of friends/acquaintances were on a coach. It was driving through lots of small towns which looked like they were still in Northern Ireland. It was a pretty miserable day. Raining a lot, some traffic. The coach journey lasted about an hour, then the teacher told us to get off. Everybody was carrying a huge rucksack, and my arms were full from holding a really big sleeping bag.

What followed was a lengthy walk down some slightly-flooded streets. I kept collapsing from exhaustion and sliding for a bit. One time I tripped and nearly went face-first into a pile of soggy dog shit, but I saw it coming and shielded myself with the sleeping bag. My friend Hugh helped me up and we continued on. We arrived at a strange school a while later, soaked to the skin and about to drop. For some reason I was now wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. I saw it in the reflection of a door. We walked through a couple of classes, seemingly knowing where we were going. The last room at the end of a chain of rooms was ours. Most of the people from the coach were already inside and sitting at desks. I started talking to a girl who arrived just after us about how fucked I was. During that conversation my legs gave way and I ended up on the floor. A receptionist leaned over a counter and stared at me.
"Name?" she asked. I tried a couple of times to tell her my name, but kept spelling the surname totally wrong. It frustrated me, but I got it in the end. She told me to pick a table and pull up a chair. I instinctively ripped off most of my soaking clothes and wrapped myself up in a duvet I found in my backpack. I joined a table with a few of my friends at it and started writing something in a notebook. I can't remember what it was though.

A while later, after some missing time (but definitely in the same day), I was walking back to the coach. The weather had cleared up, and apparently the environment had changed completely. I was walking through the MW2 map, "Rundown". I started off passing the house at the top of the hill and walking down the steps into the enclosed courtyard. I was very angry about something, so I got out a LMG and started shooting at people. Snipers in ghillie suits kept trying to sneak past me, but I nailed them all. For a better defensive position, I ran up the wooden stairs and into the room at the end of the building. I camped at the top of another set of stairs and shot a huge number of snipers who kept trying to run up to me. I had a feeling that this was going to get me into deep trouble, but I didn't care, I was still pretty angry. Soon I heard sirens outside. I looked out the back window and saw a SWAT van pull up. There was a bit of a standoff for a while, but then one police man climbed up on the balcony and talked me down. I calmed down and handed over an Xbox controller. (lol) They put me in the back of one of the NI-exclusive white police vans and brought me to my old school.



I had to wait outside in the rain before I could see the principal. It was night time now, and they were setting something up in the main hall. It looked like a presentation of some kind. The sprinkler system was activated in the hall, and was soaking everything. I wondered why nobody bothered to turn it off. Here, I noticed my two front teeth were extremely wobbly. They weren't sore at all, but if I wanted to I could have just pulled them out. I was very concerned. I thought to myself,
"This is a textbook dreamsign, I fucking wish this was a dream." I honest to god believed it was real life. I based this on having lived an entire day, something I assumed would've been impossible had I been dreaming. After a while I was led into the hall and told to sit in the front row. I tried to ask somebody what was going on but I was afraid of knocking my teeth out. So I kept my mouth shut, causing it to fill up with saliva and blood. Not nice. I would have swallowed, but I was afraid I'd swallow my teeth, which were getting more and more precarious.
"Fuck this," I thought, and got up to go to the bathroom. I took a left when I exited the hall, towards the music department, where I knew there was a toilet. For some reason the music department was gone, replaced by an outdoor concrete football pitch. There was a game of women's football going on. My friend Stephanie approached me, and understood (from my miming) that I needed to find a bathroom. She directed me to a concrete out-building at the other side of the pitch. I ran over and tried to open the door. It was locked.
"Just a minute!" I heard somebody call. I was impatient, so I banged the door. It opened and out stepped an awesomely-hot girl I knew at school. I facepalmed. I didn't have time to explain, so I rushed past her and closed the door. I locked the door, which used a padlock :S and basically opened my mouth above the sink. A thick, slimy red goo poured out, along with some tooth-pieces. I was still disappointed that this was reality, and I thought to myself,
"I really am screwed here. This sort of thing never happens to me in real life, what bad luck." I kept spitting out red gunk and reached for a towel. As I did, I performed a lazy hand reality-check. It didn't look right. "Wait......" I said out loud. I examined more closely. I couldn't get a decent view of my hand at all. It was totally blurred!
"THANK FUCK FOR THAT!" I yelled. I wiped off my face, turned round and punched the door open, breaking the padlock. I threw my arms in the air and whooped. The participants in the womens' football game looked over. I swaggered triumphantly over and proceeded to organise a giant orgy. I was so relieved I felt I could do with blowing off some steam. Pun intended.