Krista's Dream Journal

Dream - Lucid

I woke up and looked at my phone to see what time it was. The screen looked funny; it was all blue with some weird word on it. I dismissed it at first, then decided to do a reality check. I looked away from the phone then back at it. The word had changed into another word, and continued to change as I was staring at it. I'm dreaming!

The next thing I knew, I was standing in front of a giant picture of a sunny day at the park. Many people were in it, and they were moving around like the pictures do in Harry Potter. I flew through the picture and into the scene.

I landed and wandered around. I counted my fingers on both hands. I was getting 5 each time. I finally got six after counting them twice. I ran through the park until I met a girl. She had short, light auburn hair.

"What's you name?", I asked her.
"Kim ____!", she replied (she told me her last name but I can't remember it right now. It was something like Hora? Not quite sure.)

I ran with Kim through the crowded park for a few seconds. I focused on my hands so I wouldn't lose the dream.

However, I then had another FA. I became lucid again, but it only lasted a few seconds.

~

I was somewhere with Dakota. He had kissed me again, like in one of my previous dreams. He then whispered in my ear
"I can't stay over tonight."

~

I was driving down a road close to my neighborhood at night. I was approaching a red light, so I put on my brake. My car slowed down, but not much. I noticed that the brake had gotten stuck to the floor. Remembering what Ryan told me awhile back about how to fix your brakes if it does that, I tried his method: I stuck my foot under the brake to try to get it to come back up, but the pedal broke. I touched it, and it broke in half. Well, shit. I tried to brake anyway, but it wouldn't work.

I was fast approaching the light and had to think fast. By the light, two police cars were stopped and had their lights flashing. I turned on my emergency lights and honked my horn as I maneuvered in between the two police cars. I finally slowed enough by a curb and stopped. One of the officers came up behind my car and asked what was wrong. I picked up the busted brake pedal off the floor and told him it went out. I looked out my back window, and he was examining my back left tire, which was flat.