LucidDreamer09

Last night, I cleared my mind on my dream journal in order to get back into my good recall. I hate great dreams

1) I was in my bedroom, and it there was no lights on. It was mid morning - around 9am - and it was raining fairly heavily outside. Me and my friends Matt.B , Tom and Will had some sort of plans, but I have no idea what they were - whatever it was, we were very frightened to go outside as it was raining. I remember feeling quite confused, as it really wasn't raining that much, and whatever this day out was, it was based indoors, therefore rain shouldn't have been a problem. I was playing on my synthesizers, specifically my Juno 6 and my EMX-1. However, the Juno was very small - a two octave keyboard at maximum. It was also looking very old and battered. In addition, I seem to remember there being an analog drum machine, but my EMX isn't analog, so I don't know where that came from... I was playing around on the lowest keys, along with some drum sounds, but I was struggling to get the right sound. At this point, Will called me, informing me that apparently Tom had slept in and had only just woken up - we were supposed to be leaving very shortly. I also remember finding it quite funny, as I told everyone I was ready but really I wasn't properly, and was just engrossed in my synths. Halfway through me and Will's phonecall, my Parents called, despite being only in the living room. I think it was my Mum on the phone, but she was speaking for the pair of them. They wanted to know what our plans were, when I was leaving, and if I was going to let the rain call off the trip. During these calls, I was still quietly playing with the keyboard. All of a sudden, I was informed by Matt.B that his parents would be happy to give us a lift. I told my parents this on the phone (however I'm pretty sure I hanged up to talk to Matt...), and they seemed okay with this, but they started to worry and ask questions as for some strange reason they thought Matt would be driving us with his Dad/Mum in the passenger seat. I told him this wouldn't happen. I remember feeling really excited at the thought of us 4 going on a road trip together, with the sun blazing, music pumping with all the windows open.

2) I was on Facebook, and there was a post on EITHER Amy or Matt.B's wall...but I cannot remember whos. It read something along the lines of "There should be a homophobic hairdresser xx". If it was on Amy's wall, I don't think it was meant to be, and I think I meant to say either "there SHOULDN'T be homophobic hairdressers" or "there SHOULD be a homosexual hairdresser"...weird. Either way, Amy 'liked' the post.

3) I was on Summer Camp with explorer scouts in what looked like Cornwall. Amy got upset about something, and ran away from the site. She'd ran away before IRL, but this time she LITERALLY ran away - I had to chase her. I was with a strange looking new best-friend of hers called Bryn. She was skinny, average height, with black short hair that swept neatly around her head like the "emo" hairstyle. Bryn and I tried to calm her down, but she just kept on running. We chased her for a while until she got to a footpath style, at which I figured she'd stop. However, she continued to run across a long field towards a mountain. Before we got in sight of the mountain, Amy tripped over and landed face first in a sloppy puddle of mud, luckily only getting the tips of her hair muddy. At this point, me and Bryn stopped as we figured she'd be upset and eventually sit down and break down crying. However, she continued running! The route was gorgeous - the kind of place I would love to visit in a lucid dream. It was quite cloudy, but the sun was bright and was shining brightly through. The field had a well kept and slightly bendy path down the middle, with huge amount of yellow corn on each side. The mountain reminded me of the big stormy mountain on Zelda: Ocarina of Time I think I eventually, I got angry and walked back to the campsite.

Suddenly, I was in the top floor of a double decker bus, with the interior set out like a church - the seats being pews. Me and my college friends were engaging in the usual banter, when someone announced cautiously that Amy had returned and was about to get on the bus. Amy and I have always had a bit of silly banter, but I took it too far and thought it'd be funny to put a white sheet of cloth with the words "Fat Asian with holes in her nose" on the side of the bus around the middle. She entered the bus, happily walking along, and she walked past the sign, then did a double take. Everyone burst out laughing, and she looked humorously annoyed and had a laugh. I then did a kind of "ooh, come here you " thing, inviting her over, grabbing her by the waist and gently pulling her towards me. She didn't resist, and came and had a cuddle next to me on the bus seat, which for some reason was facing the opposite direction to all the others. She then informed me that she ran to the top of the mountain at which there was a town. She ended up in a charity shop, where they comforted her

We were suddenly sat on a clearing up a steep but small hill, next to the Beach in Port Isaac from Doc Martin. Me, Amy, her friends in her yeargroup, Charlie and some others were sat eating lunch. I was eating an extortionate amount of Nachos in a pizza box. Everyone was happy, and it was the same weather still - sunny with some cloud cover. Suddenly, Richard, Matt.C and some others walked down the hill and bumped into us, exclaiming to Charlie, "Oh look, it's the Weed organizer!!!" Everyone laughed. Suddenly, an explorer in Amy's year popped out of a bush to the left of me, telling me that Dan. P, my leader, had been shouting my name at the beach for about an hour. I didn't worry, and eventually Dan came up the hill to where we were say and cheerfully greeted us. He looked like he'd put on a lot of weight.

4) My family, some friends and I were in a cottage in Cornwall still. It was fairly dark with no lights, and cloudy outside, but it felt warm and cosy somehow. Me and my mates (who I cannot remember the names of) were planning on making a surprise dinner for my dad - a huge dixie full of some sort of gravy meal - with frog in the name. It was like toad in the hole, but different. Nicola went down the shop and bought about 10 different cans of food for the meal, and I was really surprised and respectful that she helped us out. However, something happened just before we were planning on making the meal that really made him angry with us, and suddenly the prank seemed like a very bad idea. I saw Nicola in the background with the cans, struggling to think of what to do with them.