JackALope2323

First, let me get out the bits and pieces from assorted dreams I had throughout the night, most of which I've, unfortunately, forgotten.

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I remember coming home to my mother's house, just to find my cat sitting outside the door. We had apparently locked her out whenever we left to whatever we were doing.

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I'm driving to school with a female friend of mine. I mention how I haven't smoked in months. She hands me a joint. I thank her. I get out to school (It's actually my elementary school this time.) and realize I don't have a lighter to smoke it with. So I run around looking for someone who I think might have a lighter. I remember talking to somebody once, and they were shocked that I was actually going to smoke that here. I told them there was no way I was going to be in a class room for two hours (For some reason, we seniors had to go to our sixth grade teacher's classroom on the last day or something for some reason or another) without being high. I was just going to go smoke it in the bathroom, or something.

Unfortunately, the time got there that I had to go into the classroom. So, I go inside, and find, not surprisingly for a dream, rather than the people in my sixth grade class being there, just everybody from my senior class. We apparently have to take a test, too. I'm pissed, but can't do anything about it. Also, the teacher is a blonde in her thirties, rather than a raven-haired woman in her fifties, like my actual sixth grade teacher.

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Now on to the strip club!

So, I don't exactly remember what happened. We enter an auditorium, which is supposedly my high school's auditorium, but is much larger than that ever was. We've got the entire leadership class sitting on the right bleachers, and a DJ where the left bleachers are supposed to be, with the leadership class teacher in front. He announces something or the other about the strip club, and the leadership class claps as we have curtains go down, blocking out the DJ, the students, and the teacher.

Aaaaand now the auditorium turns into a strip club. I'm not sure how, I'm not sure when. I just know it does.

There's actually only six guys in the entire strip club. Me, two of my friends, A and B, two other random guys, and the bartender.

One or two girls are entertaining the two random guys. One of the other girls in the club (I think it might be a dance club, I'm not certain, actually.) comes up to me, grabs my crotch, and pulls me in for a make-out session. She drags me away from A & B onto the dance floor. Yep, it's a dance club. Anyways, I'm there with my martini (I'm not sure when I got the martini, I just know I did.) out on the dance floor with this chick (She's not even my type, really. I prefer cute over sexy, and she's got no cuteness. Plenty of sexy, but no cute.) and I'm dancing in my white boy style of dancing, but she doesn't seem to care, which pretty much convinces me she was paid to do this, or something like that. Anyways, as I'm finishing my martini, I notice that the dance is going to last only as long as my martini is still there. I finish it anyways, and the stripper/girl/whatever is transported into the martini glass as a miniature version of herself. I almost accidentally swallow her. I return the martini glass and the girl to the bartender.

At this point, the strip club ends, and the red velvet curtains are raised once more. I get a little freaked out, because I realize that everyone, the students, the DJ, the teacher, were sitting behind the curtains for that entire time. Anyways, the teacher disperses the proceedings. One of the kids in the leadership class, a friend of mine named N, walks up to me, and mentions a conversation I had with her sometime earlier in the dreamscape, about how one of my friends decided to smoke in her house. She says something about how my friends smoke in her house, and then use up all of her air freshener trying to hide the smell. This is about where I "wake up."

I think this is the first false awakening I've had. While not necessarily a REAL false awakening, since I didn't wake up in my bed, it's still a dream within a dream sort of thing.

So, I walk through the doors of the auditorium, again. It's sort of set up like the strip club. I do a double-take, and think, "Wait a minute, didn't I just dream this? Did I have a prophetic dream, or am I dreaming again?" Unfortunately, this second idea doesn't hit me, not just yet.

There are rows of seats set up. I figure it's some sort of awards ceremony. I go down to the back row, and see one of my friends, F. F was always a very... Forceful sort of guy. I tell him about the dream I had, and he's focused more on the fact that I said I had the dream "last night". I say "Fine, I had the dream the night BEFORE last night." He's like "No, (Jack), you had the dream THIS night."

Holy shit, I just thought of something. I think F was a DC trying to jar me into lucidity. Fuck, I'm dense.

After arguing with him a bit, I finally agree. I go forward through the middle to find my own seat. I eventually sit down, and the ceremony starts. I don't pay much attention to it.

Eventually, I forget exactly why, I decide to do an RC. I breathe out deeply, hold my nose shut, try to breathe in, and...

Feel cold air enter my lungs.

WELP.

Now, at this point, I'm not completely aware. I think it might have just been a fluke, or something. So I do another RC. I try to put my finger through my hand. While it doesn't go through, I notice I can't feel my fingers. I look at my hands. Five fingers on each, yeah... But they're morphing. Like, they're slowly but surely changing shape as I look at them.

Okay, okay, fine, my subconscious says, you're dreaming. Happy?

So, now I'm at low-level lucidity. I look back up at the stage, and see one of my friends, A (Not from earlier) up on stage in a one-piece black dress. Now, A isn't exactly the... Most slim of girls. In fact, it seems like the dress might fall off at any second. My id automatically seems to want to command the dress to fall, but my super-ego is like "no, no no. Let's just watch the dream. Let's not try to control it, because that's how we've lost lucidity before."

Too bad my lucidity barely lasted half a minute before I faded out. Oh well. I'll probably need to start remembering to rub my hands and stuff like that, if I want my lucid dreams to last longer.