Kmaniac101

I was in an apartment with a few friends. I was in the bedroom with a particular friend who I've only recently grown attracted to. We were laying next to eachother but not in any sexual sort of way, and I got up and went into the kitchen. I then saw the others laying in the living room and watching the television and hanging out. I saw my crush leave the room and I suddenly figured I'd ask her about her first kiss to segway into my kissing her, but decided the best place to do this wasn't in front of everyone where she'd feel pressured, so I retired back to the bedroom.

She followed me but when she entered she was no longer herself. Instead of it being Alyssa it was now an old friend of mine Taylor. I felt awkward asking a question with that purpose but for some reason it was already decided that I'd ask. So I did and she mentioned something about her boyfriend and then we segwayed into going on a trip.

We were in a BMW that was stick shift however the seat was rotated funky and I couldn't press on the clutch very easily and shifting was a challenge. I adjusted the seat as we approached a red light after driving several blocks with this uncomfortable seating arrangement. I was feeling very tired or something and was looking out the passenger window instead of watching where I was going and the lady in the lane to the left of me had decided to start switching lanes to pull into my lane but ran out of room to pull forward so she was half in my lane and half in hers. I have extensive wreck avoidance practice from racing and so out of the corner of my eye I saw her as I approached and I had pulled a bit far up on her side, it looked as if I was trying to block her from getting into my lane.

The driver was a middle aged mother of 2 and both of her daughters were sitting in the passenger seat looking out the window. I could hear them talking and somehow our cars were attached and it was like we were only separated by a thin sheet of glass but I could hear them just as if they were right next to me. I told Taylor that I could hear them and then I wondered if they could hear me. When I looked back at the mother and daughters all three of them were looking directly at me, but not in a creepy way, just more like the mother was looking at me because she was pissed off and the daughters were looking because the mother was.

The light turned green.

I let her pull ahead of me and I began to drive. With the seat fixed I felt much better with driving the manual transmission and downshifted to second gear after we were going down the road. I nailed the gas and we began to take off but it wasn't as quick as I anticipated. In fact the car was rather slow. I shifted to third gear. Not much speed.

The road then dead ended into a parking garage and we were waiting in a line of people to get a ticket to park. I noticed that the lady from the red light was in front of me.

We lost interest in waiting and got out of the car and walked through a doorway. We were on this rooftop of sorts. It was like a restaurant that had been setup on a rooftop. It wasn't the place we had been looking for and I looked around. There were quite a few people around. Suddenly across the rooftop an older man raised his hand and waived at us. It was Taylor's PaPa. He was a kindly looking older man with white hair. Before we walked all the way over to him I thought "this is all a really weird scenario" and decided to do a reality check. I looked at my hand to count my fingers, a full proof method of reality checking for me, and noticed I had 5 fingers. I looked up and then looked back down at my hand. I had to concentrate because it was difficult to count for some reason but i managed to tell that there was an irregularity with my hand. I managed to count 6 fingers. I said "okay 6 fingers so I'm dreaming".

I felt the rush of lucidity waft over me like a wave on the sands of the beach. I felt warm and everything became very clear and colorful. The sun was out and there were clouds in the sky and people eating at tables. The first thing I wanted to do was stabilize the dream. I started clapping my hands together and then remembered reading something about touching objects in the dream world. I walked up to somebodies table and slapped my hands down on it. They didn't go through. I was surprised at how real it felt. I rubbed my hands together a little more and then I walked up a small flight of stairs to go to the next balcony restaurant patio thing and picked up somebodies drink from their table. I poured it on the ground right in front of them and laughed. They looked at me and I said "suck it" and then he went back to eating. I looked around and started wondering what I should do. I quickly looked for the hottest girl around to get some action with but then thought that this would be a waste of a lucid dream. Regardless I found a girl and slipped my hands into her shirt. I closed my eyes for a moment to imagine a girl and have her appear but when I closed my eyes I lost lucidity and the dreamscape closed.

Fuck. Wasted a perfect lucid dream.

I was attending college and I remember being in the school then being home and looking at the time and remembering it's getting late and that the teacher told me before that class starts at 8 and not to be late. I went into my grandfather's bedroom and there was some sort of class taking place so I sat down and we were back in college sort of. It's hazy now that I've woken. Two girls were coming in late but instead of sitting down they kept walking back and forth down the halls looking around into different bedrooms until they got to mine at the end of the hall and then started heading for the front door. I chased after them and they were way too sexy. To explain the kind of sextra they were, think "new wave Russian Porn". I talked to the sexiest girl about sex stuff for a moment until she seemed uninterested and walked outside. I turned to her friend who seemed more interested and began to explain that I was about to jizz on her. Just as soon as I said that I jizzed on her arm. She smiled. I smiled. It was a good time.

Later I'm downstairs in my grandparents house, and my uncle is there. In waking life my uncle is not allowed to be a part of the family until he gets help and sober up from lots of drugs and other things. He has tried to kill me three times and I have a Protection Order against him so he can't be near me or the house for a year. I saw him there and began to panic knowing he would try to kill me. I went into the laundry room and walked to my grandpa's tool bench to find something to defend myself with. He walked into the door way. I couldn't find a tool in time and he started walking at me and smiling and said something. I shouted for my dad and then ran out the back entry to the laundry room which leads to the garage and I tried to slam the door behind me but thought he may be too close and could catch it before it slammed. I pressed the button to open the garage and sprinted to the garage door and slid under the tiny bit that was open so far. My uncle, being a 300lb 6'4" man should have been slow... but he was right behind me. I knocked over the garbage can to slow him and tried to run as fast as I could but I was running slowly. I kept shouting and my dad came outside seemingly unconcerned. I think my uncle tripped or something and my dad wentry to stand over him to make sure he didn't get up. I started saying everything I wanted to say while he was on the ground. "Ha! Fuck you you big fat bitch! Suck my dick you twat!" I noticed it was very dark, like late night with no moon. He started cussing me and saying he's gunna kill me and I grabbed my phone to start taking photos of the scene and a video. My dad looked up to say something to the elderly neighbor who seemed concerned and was coming outside. I turned to video her for a second and when I turned back my uncle was getting up and charging at me. I ran for a second and then decided to fight. I was going to kick him in the knee and snap his knee back but for some reason it's impossible with the way he's leaning forward etc. Instead he walks right up to me and grabs me and starts to walk to the cement driveway. I imagine he's going to start beating my head into it. I claw at his face and start to grab his ear to rip it but it's like his ear is made of wood and nothing happens and I can't get a grip on it either.

The dream faded and now I'm in a car with my dad. We're pulling into this auto repair place with a lot of garages in back, lined next to one another like how car auction houses are. We pull into one and its all very familiar. We walk through some complicated hallways and into a room that only has a few basic office things in it like a chair and desk. I remembered there being a full size car in this little room bit it isn't there. I told my dad it was here earlier. We begin walking down the hall until we see a guy sitting behind this big desk that takes up the whole end of the hallway, like the kind of desk stand you sit at when you're on the witness stand in court. Just behind and to the right of him (like the judge) was a lady doing paperwork. The guy leaned forward and was grabbing papers from a printer or somebody around the corner and asked if they were waiting for those reports so he could start on some other work.

Then I woke up!
All of my dreams have a slightly dark lighting to them for some reason.

I woke up in bed and noticed I had fallen asleep smoking a cigarette. I took a few small puffs on it as I sat up and then stood up. I thought to do a reality check t see if I'd false awakened. I pushed my finger into my Palm and it didn't go through. I then looked at my fingers. There were only 4 and they were perfectly spread ap add to like a cartoon hand would be. I got a very sudden feeling of lucidity as I realized I'm dreaming. The dream was very unstable and I was barely able to maintain any ideas. I thought what should I do? So I decided to take on the persona of Bad Ass McCoy from my old LD DJ entries. I began to feel the dream slip so I rubbed my hands together to stabilize it and that's all I remember.

Dream fragment of walking with my grandpa to the top of the drive way and was greeted by a neighbor Ms. Davis. We spoke briefly but my grandpa kept walking across the street and there was a big hill. I stood behind him to make sure he didn't fall as he has Parkinsons. Suddenly we were in a loading bay of sorts and I looked away for a second then looked back and he was knelt down and falling over, I ran over and started to help him up but he fell backwards onto me and I acted stuck and it was hard to breath for a few seconds. I finally got enough momentum to roll him forward and pull him up. I stood him up and he had no walker. I got mad that he was doing all these unsafe things and imagined myself saying fuck and flipping off the world around me out of frustration. He then started walking up this long concrete gradient ramp that seemed to go around a big baseball field or something. I was making eyes with this cute girl who seemed interested. Slightly remembering it's a dream I stood up and walked by her lightly brushing my hand on her as I past. I followed my grandpa up the ramp I jumped up and grabbed onto the fence but it was a really high jump and I nearly grabbed the top of the fence. I climbed down and the dream changed to a store front.

I wasn't lucid at all and was walking around seeming to be looking for girls. I past a few cute ones and eventually found a few girls who knew me and they had a friend and all seemed interested in getting down with me. Behind a few things in the store I exposed myself to them and we were all carefully looking for security. We decided to continue this somewhere else but I woke.