non-lucid

I am walking to the other campus of our school when I see a man with a gun. He looks like Zero. I ask him why he has a gun, and he says that he overheard that there would be a school shooting today, so he came prepared. I notice that I'm holding dice in my hand.

I continue walking to the other campus. Next to me, I see a freshmen sneak up behind another student. He whispers menacingly in his ear, "Had a nice life?" He tries to shoot him, but his hand twitches and he shoots a girl standing next to him. He shoots her in the neck.

The girl falls over and the witnesses, including me, run over to help the poor girl. The attacker runs away. It seems like the guys around me aren't taking this seriously enough, so I yell at them to call 911 because I don't have my phone.

We stay with the girl for a few hours, and she makes a fast recovery (the ambulance never came).

There was a pirate girl who had been brutally stabbed to death. She was on a rowboat trying to get to the mother ship before she died. When she got there she was taken in by the captain so he could try to heal her. The captain told her that although she had managed to stay alive, Davy Jones was still going to pay her a visit.

She was sitting on her boat alone. Next to her were a pile of snow white skulls. She traced any of the remaining dirt off of them with the whites of her fingertips. A groaning sound came from the front of the boat, and she saw that Davy Jones was here.

[missing time]

We're now back at my grandmother's house, and we are all trying to kill Davy Jones. We have all sorts of guns, but either they don't work, or shooting just doesn't kill him.

The captain tries to protect the girl from Davy Jones by shielding her in the closet, but Davy Jones knows she is there. He takes his long tentacles and reaches under the door and grabs her soul.

I finally get the gun to work and so I shoot at Davy Jones. The bullet goes through him, but he laughs as nothing happens. I shoot him several times, and the same things happen.

Joe and I were running through the school, breaking out in spontaneous song. We ran into the lunch room and I jumped up on a table and sung a song about the Periodic Table. We ran upstairs and into a hall at full speed. Our physics teacher saw us and he ran like a bull towards us. He told us that breaking out into musicals are dangerous, and that people have died from them! Since I don't believe him, he shows me a video of a girl who died while breaking out into song. The video had nothing to do about singing, but actually showed a tragic life story of a girl who looked like Eculemess.

In the end she died tragically, but not in vein, alone. The story was so beautiful that I was crying.

Later that day I was in 5th hour and I thought it was strange that I was in school...I thought about doing a reality check but I came up with some stupid reason why I was in school. I started to get really tired and nearly fell asleep in the dream but my friend woke me up and told me it was time to go home. On my way out the door, I saw the two german exchange students. They were playing leap frog.

I was in a run down apartment building. There were metal scraps on the ground, debris everywhere, and it smelled like chemicals. This was one of my first dreams of the night so it was really sketchy...But I remember being in a room with red wallpaper. To the left of me was a mirror. It was broken and fragmented all over, and in each piece of the broken mirror was a soul that the mirror had captured. I was trying to free the trapped souls in the mirror before the mirror ate my soul. The mirror wasn't really chasing me, but it was appearing behind me all of the time where ever I went. In the end I set the building on fire and watched it burn.

My mother and I were in the front yard, and she was going to show me how to ride a broomstick ! She warned me that if I went too high in the sky, then I would pass out because the oxygen was too thin. We mounted our broomsticks, and I gradually hovered in the air. It was a little shakey at first because of lack of balance, but I eventually got the hang of it and went a little farther up. I kept zooming up and up above the house above the trees and eventually above the clouds...Ohh that was beautiful! Unfortunately, I instantly passed out because of lack of oxygen lol.

We were having a small quidditch game in the backyard. I was the person who protected the players from the bludger. At one point, the bludger started going after me alone and chased me through the house. I locked myself in the bathroom where it couldn't get me. I realized at that point that the power was also out too, but I could still see that I was bleeding profusely from the foot and the leg from the impact of the bludger. In the process of running away from it, I had also covered the walls in blood.

A stoner decided to get back at the school. He decided to strap guns onto the feet of every drug dealer in school. He put a gun on my foot. I was deeply offended. Everyone was in panic because all of the drug dealers had guns! I was able to get the gun off of my foot, and hide with my peers. Our 3rd hour class was hiding in the surrounding bathrooms. I joined them, and noticed that T was there. I asked him what he was doing in the girls bathroom. I heard gunfire from the halls, and one of the girls clung to him. Ugh.

We eventually made it back to our classroom and our chemistry teacher decided to put on a movie about the chemistry of fires. I looked at his TV and noticed his TV was on fire too!

"Your TV is on fire!" I shout.

He looks at me for a second and says, "Oh no, it's always like that."

I was walking around the neighborhood with my mother and my sister. In my hands I was holding our pet dove. She was being very quiet, gently cooing. When we got about halfway around, a bus dropped off a small kid. The sun was setting fast, so I started running home (dove disappeared). It was getting really creepy, so I did a reality check and found that I had 5-6 fingers (it was hard to tell in the darkness), but I didn't want to acknowledge that I could be dreaming because if I acknowledged that I was dreaming then I also acknowledged that there were things in the dark that could get me!

I was working for the government to produce deadly pathogens. The pathogens were in vials with different colored liquid. Somewhere along the line, I was also a subject for an experiment in creating a robot test tube baby. They took genes from me and genes from another subject and put them together. A robot baby was formed. For the first 5 or so years of his life he was extremely socially awkward. I worried about him. We left the government agency to live in the back of a theater. We would go to many plays, and I found that my robot baby was always extremely disruptive.

For some reason, I had to leave him for about 10 or so years. I came back to visit him after this time because I was leaving the country. He was still living in the theater. I walked up a set of stairs (and saw a dead dog along the way) and found my grown up robot test tube baby. He had matured and was wearing a suit. He was an actor in the theater.

"Oh, mother!" He says cheerfully. "I love you!" He says and wraps his arms around me. The girls standing around get jealous.

"Oh don't worry girls, it's only motherly love!" He says to them.

I was walking to a different campus of our school, where I was apparently taking a baking class. The baking class was taught by my economics teacher in a stable with horses. Our goal was to use baking to create swing sets for kids made out of biscuits. The teacher asked if I had a permission slip for her, and I said no...She explained to me that we needed permission slips to go across the street for a lesson in baking.

I was trying to drive home from a surrounding town but I was getting really lost. My mom had to assist me, and she asked me if I had stopped to take a look at the 'Golden Rules'. I told her that I hadn't, so she took me in a small shop on the edge of the road. Inside the shop was a giant ham that people were worshiping.

I was sitting down on the carpet in the freshmen center of our school. There were combination locks on the ground. I was trying to solve them because on each one of them the middle number was missing and it was my job to figure out the missing combos. However, each combination lock also had a sound clip embedded in the back of it.

As I was sitting in front of one of my old teacher's doors, I listening to a sound clip.

Thump, Thump, Thump...

It was the sound of a beating heart. I continued to listen carefully and the heart beat grew irregular. I heard the sounds of a teacher yelling, telling them to let the student die. He was killing her.

I looked up at the teacher in the classroom. He was sitting at his desk. He was the same teacher from the same sound clip. He looked up and stared into my eyes as my facial expression turned to fear and disgust. He quickly realized what I knew and bolted from his chair and began to chase me. I attempted to make a run for it out the door but I was instantly put into a psychological bind. I collapsed to the floor as I shook with regret and fear. I dug my fingernails into the floor, trying to escape the bind. My friend Joe saw me, and tried to shake me out of the spell but I only screamed louder...