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I was in college attempting to work out some kind of scheduling mishap or something. There was a weird thing happening where next semesters classes overlapped with this semester and supposedly I had to attend the classes from both semesters for a few weeks until this semester ended.
I met one of my old science teachers from High School, and was very happy to see him. (He was one of them cool teacher who stays in touch with youth and makes class fun.) He was trying to help me get the scheduling worked out.
I think he was teaching a class, but it was being taught in this trailer/manufactured home that had been set up on campus. It was a chemistry class and the trailer/manufactured home had a hazmat feel to it. We had to wear gloves and goggles.
At one point, somebody was yelling and we ran outside. They said to get a good view, and I climbed up on this random wooden platform.
A huge meteor was entering the atmosphere. It looked as though it were arcing and not going to impact anywhere near us, but it actually started pulling up, following a reverse arc, and impacted about where my dorm was. (I was across campus) A second or two later a massive shockwave rolled through knocking down the wooden scaffolding and sending me flying. All the windows went out.
I got up, pushed a 2x4 off of me. No major injuries, my ears were ringing a little though.
"Woahhh!! Dude! That was sick! I've never seen anything like that!" A male DC yelled out. Somebody said that all the classes had to be cancelled because all of the windows were gone. I felt better about not having to do two semesters worth of classes in one semester.
I remember looking up in the sky and seeing several more meteors coming down on us.

I might write a ramble later today.

LUCID. WBTB/MILD/5AM

*I became lucid while standing in the hallway of my work place. I stayed calm as the scene fading into stability. To make the dream more grounded I focused on the colors of all the objects surrounding me. I woke up shortly after.

Morning of December 2, 2014. Tuesday.



I seem to be involved in a required job at WWTI (now WWTC) rather than going to any actual classes (but which still seems relevant to my grades). However, the only people that seem familiar are old high school classmates (instead of former WWTI classmates), including Steve W. (Steve W probably represents an aspect of government in my later dreams, due to the fact I did poster art for his campaigns in middle school, though he appeared in dreams prior to that). There is one point where I look in from outside at the south end of the building and it seems to be some sort of auto mechanics class, but I do not go in and no one notices me. The room is rather messy, with various tools and pieces of metal lying about.

The room I am eventually in to work is supposedly the girl’s bathroom but is huge and also is a laundry area, apparently. No one else is around (other then the one mentioned later). There are at least two large sinks on the north wall with one modern washing machine between them. An old-fashioned washing machine (the kind with rollers) seems to be in disuse and is out into the middle area. Four enclosed bathroom stalls (doors starting about two feet up from the floor) line the east wall with the door to the right of them. There is another rectangular area that breaks off more to the north on that side so that the room is somewhat L-shaped.

I am feeling somewhat annoyed and do not know quite what to do or where to start. I accidentally knock aside two large stacks of towels (about three feet high) of various colors and patterns (which seem more suited for a residence than institutional), which partly fall out from the side of a torn plaid storage bag (the cheap kind we have several of in real life). I then have to spend time putting them back in order, which is difficult, as the bag is split and should probably be duct-taped.

From here, I try to get the modern washing machine to work, and of course, this being a dream (though I am not lucid) that is very unlikely. I attempt to plug in the cord to the outlet and fire shoots out several times (though there is something else plugged in next to the empty socket, perhaps a hairdryer). I then think of using the older washing machine but I do not think all the parts are working and it seems I have to remove debris from inside it anyway. There are also old boxes, carpentry tools, rolled up sections of wallpaper, and other miscellaneous junk in that part of the room.

Only one female (unknown), wearing blue jeans, comes in during this time and remains in the other section of the room. I do not see her face and I am not aware of when she leaves (though she is gone later). I remain aggravated about what I should wash and what I should leave as is. It seems most everything is washed and in order anyway so I am still wondering why I was sent here to work for about an hour or two. I notice the frayed wires on both cords and start to get more annoyed at the fire and buzzing shooting out of the outlets when I attempt to start working. This seems to be even more problematic, as I ponder what will happen when a particular machine is full of water.



In real life, I had been both a student (during two different years and courses - carpentry and machine tool) yet also a maintenance man and cleaner at WWTI (rather ironic, I suppose). My mother had an old-fashioned roller-type washing machine which I sometimes used on my own as a child. I had also worked in maintenance at a middle school, installing new showers and such. The storage bags actually do split easily in real life sometimes. Electrical outlets often do spit fire where I live (including all past addresses), which is apparently not a real issue and never triggers the safety switch (which only ever seems to randomly misfire - turning all our power off for no reason - which happened just recently).

I was in a field. Robots?

I was riding a jeep. Or a train. The wire of the train got tied to a tree. Someone took it out. A robot?

There was missile test. They used a real airplane and let it fly and... do acrobatics. The missile chased it but didn't reach it before the plane hit the ground. I told someone that they programmed it wrong. The missiles should intercept the plane, not follow its path.

I was in downtown Bacolod. I checked a store. There was second floor. Zumba or yoga?

Last night, I discovered a new technique, a form of DEILD, outlined in a book called "the phase", tried it and it worked!
After moving my phantom limbs, I freed myself and I was flying over a dark valley. I landed and remembering my intention, I materialized a ball of light suspending between my hands, grew it bigger (unfortunately while growing it, it lost its glow and seemed like and ordinary yellow toy-ball) and placed it on my aching left shoulder (to see if I get a cure in real life - I will find out in a few days a guess). Then I flew again for some time with no difficulty enjoying the night view over the fields and landed in a church, full with people attending a ceremony. Right after that, a huge UFO landed on top of the church and I lost lucidity going into a normal dream, that I do not remember as I record everything in the morning.

This is a short one, but I thought I would write about it.

The non-lucid part of the dream takes place in the world of The Walking Dead, where a character from the soap opera Coronation Street (UK members will be familiar with this) has to cut off a few of his fingers in exchange for something he wants.

Then I find myself trapped in a room full of heavy coats on racks. I get claustrophobic and wake up at 4am.

I go back to sleep ten minutes later after writing my dreams down, and I find myself dreaming about the Walking Dead again. This time, I'm in a long workshop of some kind,
working on something in a bench. Darryl is there, we chat, but I can't remember what about.

Then it gets weird when a group of very middle-class looking people start filing into the room with notepads, and sit behind us against the wall. They don't look like they have been trying to survive in a zombie apocalypse.

I turn to Darryl, and I say "This is a dream, isn't it?"

He confirms that it is. We both enthusiastically high-five each other before heading off in opposite directions.

I approach a couple of young women and engage them in conversation. They seem nice enough, but then I realize that I was supposed to do something, possibly a TOTM. but I completely forget what it was.

Then I woke up.

I was standing at the reception of a huge glass building somewhere around Liverpool Street. I remember talking to the girls at the reception and giving them some envelopes. There is B my GF's sister with me there. All of a sudden, everything started to shake. It must have been earthquake. Thinking that the building is all glass, I tell B that we have to get out of there. When we run outside there are hundreds of people there already. I see masses of people running towards and through a valley of corporate buildings.

Scene cut

I am in a room with B and K. For some reason, B is watching some videos of her. I look at it and it is a recording of her working out. She is doing some very advanced yoga, gymnastic handstands etc, in white tights. I find it to be pretty arousing, to the point that I get a hard on. I make some jokes about her and she starts fighting me playfully. She roll some on my back and sits on my legs fighting me. I am worried that she will see my hard on. At the same time I am hoping she will.

Scene cut

I am with K on the field in front of my secondary school in Czech. My brother's house is not standing there yet. It is some kind of weird game that we are playing. I have a feeling that it is like choosing houses that we would like to live in, but there are no houses. Instead, we go on the field and areas with wildly running water covered with dirt and cut grass. I notice more people there with us, they are our friends. We jump or fall in the water and the stream takes us some 30 meters down the field. Thats it.

Weird.

I was in middle school again, making my way to leave the entrance. As I am going down the hallway, one of the teacher ask me if I will be returning for the play that will be happening at 4:00PM. I said no and that I felt like staying home. I continue walking to the last entrance in till the actors for the scene approach me. They ask me to be apart of them. I told them I would, however I didn't want to screw it up if I don't remember all my lines. They all understood and one guy in a red clown costume with a music instrument said let's go and off they went. I turn around and open the double doors , while walking I notice I was in the middle school gym arena. I also realize a girl in a grey purple worded hoodie about 10 feet away from me. I decided to mind my own business and continue on walking in till I heard loud stomping coming closer. That's when her arms was around my neck and I tumble to the ground. I yelled what the hell to only see her gliding on the ground to kick my face.

I barely dodge it, and then some other students appeared. That's when she return to her normal behaviour. We all began walking in to huge building with colorful lights surrounding the area. I saw two guys debating who's knuckles were tougher as their fist hit one another. That's when one of them came to me and we both tested ours agaisnt one another. The crowd seem huge since there wasn't much room to walk around. Then a little girl in a light pink hoodie was comparing her height with mine. One kid says she's gotten a bit taller. That's when I woke up and decided to go back to sleep.

I appear in the rest room and notice quickly that the toilet was flip upside down. I turn it back in to it's correct position. But then I notice how repulsive the toilet seat look. I tried cleaning it but I began to realize there were dead insects smash on to the seat. That's when I left and enter father room. I spend some time in there in till everything went black again. A false awakening occured and I woke up on the bed with my father 5 feet away looking directly at me. I put my head down and was trying to think of something I did wrong. My father then said he was going to leave to help find a way to deal with his heart burn.

I look at him as he turn around and suddenly I begin to see that he bares my face on his head. I began saying that's not right. The DC quickly reverted to the way my body would look like. And afterwards claim that he simply grew more inches for a few seconds. I told him there can't be me two me's though. That's when I told him the DC I already knew I was dreaming. He seem disappointed, almost as if he got caught in a lie to avoid confessing in court. I ask him to check under the bed again as I remember being non-lucid while being interested in what's under it. I began walking and place my head under the bed to only see darkness coming out of it emiting from it.
I woke up. Lucidity Time: 13 seconds.

Flying helps me to stabilize lucidity. I don’t think this is the norm, from what I read, but it seems to work for me.

In this dream, I was walking in mine tunnel. There was ash floating in the air. I couldn’t figure out what it was from, so I asked a dream figure if they just blasted, and he looked at me in a confused way and said, “No.” The mine looked like a test or research facility, because there were labs built into the sides of the mine tunnel. The floor was paved. I then came to multi-level garage, built into a large cavern, with mezzanine floors, metal steps, and large cavernous areas. There was machining equipment, tools, and rigging everywhere. For no reason at all I became lucid. I was being followed. The lucid dream view suddenly faded, so I stopped, and focussed on the dream. Then the dream view came back, but it was very blurry. I ran full speed to the edge of the mezzanine rail and then leaped into the air ‘superman style’. The lucidity then came back crystal clear. I flew up slightly upwards into a large open area of the cavern, then circled around back over top of the mezzanine walkway, flying carefully, so as not to hit the riggings and equipment. I flew past two people that were following me. I recognized them, but I can’t remember who they were. They were walking along, talking to each other, and watching me fly. I flew past them and said, “Look, I’m flying!” Don’t ask me why I said that? It seems I return to my childish state every time I fly. I have to admit, I never get bored of doing that! Seconds after I flew past them, I got sucked back down into the mezzanine by some strange force, and then I woke up.

I have two objectives right now; the first is to say, “Happy Birthday!” to my mother inlaw, and the second, is to visit Dawn’s castle. Neither of which crossed my mind. Oh well, I’ll try again tonight, and not fly around saying, “Look at me!”

12-01-2014

Method used: none
it feels good to LD, especially since november lowered my monthly LD rate. Shooting pains in my back and below my shoulder blades have altered my sleep but nevertheless probably played in the coming of this RL. But I'm not sure that eating badly can be considered as a method of induction:-) especially since this was obviously not wanted. If I had known, I might have been more carfull, It would allow me a better sleep and a greater comfort. I also made some RC along this week and the last one at strategic times to induce a continuous reflection from the waking day into the night and the dreams.

I am in my mother's delivery. In this ND, this room is also my bedroom. Before this episode, my sister and I were in disagree with each other about something unimportant and we were looking for a solution through dialogue. This worries tacitly continues throughout the beginning of the RN. My mother joined my sister at the entrance of my so called "room".

My mother ask me to come and make coffee for my maternal grandmother came to visit us. IRL she died many years ago. In the dream, it is early in the morning and I woke up, so I have no excuse not to comply. Moreover, I also have a cup of coffee in hand, impossible to refuse them this favor.

This coffee turns into a cup of profiterole on which a little chocolate cream flows. I want to raise my mother's awareness about something. I do the thinking as well as her, at the same time. Profiteroles turn into a kind of sliding puzzle as the statement is emerging in my mind:

"Grandma came to visit us, but grandma died off for years, so it means ... that this is all a dream! I realise I'm in a dream. The environment suddenly change. I am in an unknown bedroom now. I turned my head to my mother supposed to be with me in this room, where was the entrance of the delivery.

But my mother is gone, in its place stands a wardrobe. I open the cabinet and find a series of shelves one above the other on which are placed a few scattered shirts ironed and neatly folded. I closed the closet and turn my look on the left. Now I can see a kind of commode, as high as the wardrobe, but provided with dozens and dozens of drawers.

Each of these drawer has small metal handles reminding me of old handset devices. I think it would be great if I remember it IRL, the others may find it fun ??? I look around to find the exit door, but the room has no door!

I keep cool. There's no door, but nevertheless there's a window, and it's largely sufficiante. This window is decorated with an impressive number of frames, each into others forming some sort of staircases, all of them in different materials and colors. In fact these frames are narrowing and reducing the window size as I clumsily try to pass through it.

At one point my waist is stucked in the last frame which is shutting down on my body. The upper part of my body is outside, it allow me to see that the supports outside the window follows the same construction scheme, staircase, but logically in extension rather than shrinking.

This situation have everything to frustrate me, but I decided not to get upset and take a deep breath. consequently the window immediately release me. So I sit on the edge outside. I watch the panorama. the colors and simple design of all of its component parts make this place look like a child's room but on another hand its theme and vastness make it also look like countryside. A giant child's room!

The sky is actually a huge blue ceiling that stretches to the horizon. There is an inscription in a corner of this ceiling. Is it a magic square or odd Noughts and Crosses game? I don't focus on this scribble with vaguely rectilinear outlines, it is too blury and I feel that forcing my concentration on it would mostly make me lose my lucidity.

According to my goal, I address my subconscious aloud. But as usual, I get muddled up on my phrasing. I remember my last attempt and I think it is absolutely out of question I wake up now and especially without putting a descent end to my quest.

Therefore, I rub my hands. I had so far done nothing to stabilize the RL. Now, that's better. "Unconscious, what does it take for me to do to get what I ask in my dream when I'm awake? "At least, this is approximately my question as I wanted to ask it, and as I think I asked it right (IRL oddly, I do not remember the exact words used.)

I'm satisfied. I asked exactly what I wanted to ask (it's what it seemed to me once I woke up.) furthermore, I have a very good insight and I feel that my RL will last a good time. Good! I asked the question, it remains for me to pick the answer up! I think it will come on the road, at some point in my lucid ride.

I jump from the window. I find myself face down in a gallery, a longitudinal space that look like a aisle in an antique store. In front of me, perhaps 65ft away from me is the mirror of a wardrobe or a psyche in which I can actually see me lying on my stomach on the floor. But something disturbs my vision.

That something appears at the beginning every two seconds between me and the mirror and finally fill all the view. These are female legs! I see calfs beneath a skirt which cut ends above the knee, the lady goes from right to left, a shelf to another, walking zigzag.

At the same time I hear more and more distinctly some music although it is actually two keys, always the same, D/A, played on an electric piano on a rhythm that recalls the ticking of a clock. This melody is as soothing as a children song. I focus on this melody which sound in return more and more distinct to my ears. Until... I wake up!

I walked up the stairs in an apartment building. At the top of the stairs there was an open corridor with a long balcony and a woman at the door of one of the apartments. She seemed to have spilled something like coffee on her cheek. I told her, and she said, "That's not possible. It can't be." So I said, "Maybe it happened in a dream." She replied, "Dreaming, that's what you guys do isn't?" I said, "We might be dreaming now, let me check." So I raised my hands and concluded this was a dream, but the realization was not euphoric but of wanting to do something, but I didn't know what to do in this corridor. Then it occurred to me to start calling Maria, to meet her in a lucid dream, and I called her loudly, at least 5 times, and the calls reverberated through the complex with an indescribable other-worldly echo. This, I believe, is the first time I've called her, or anyone, to try to meet in a lucid dream.

Jings, whaur have I been??

anyway, I always write my dreams up at my shop, and alas I have left my notes there so i'll do a 'catch up' report soon coz I ken yer all dying tae hear it

I can mind perfectly well the last two nights - coz they were hopeless!!

sat night - non lucid

1) Something aboot being told my cousin was in trouble, as I was being told I was looking at a map on the wall for some reason.

2)Walking up a hill, it started off being quite open then became forest, I was on a big wide path, then followed a couple of others onto a wee path to the left which didn't seem to go anywhere in particular.

sun night - non lucid

!) Sitting with my faither discussing profits for the business - very dull but quite accurate (which is why iwont go into detail!)

2) Hearing that Scotland was about to be invaded and thinking that they better go and put some army types onto Rockall, dinny ken why....

better the night I hope!

This one's from yesterday. Note: I've had a VERY similar dream before, and as I went through this dream, I remembered the last one. The setting was the same. I think this one fluctuated from lucid to non-lucid.

I'm in a prison, as an inmate, but this prison's more like some kind of highschool (I don't know why I keep getting highschool dreams, it was years ago ). I recall the last dream (within this one) that I escaped during a riot/party from an enclosed outside area. There are several different keys. In this dream, I'm an underclassman and the seniors accept me as their own (I don't think they know what grade/level I'm in). There's this hippie dude as some kind of leader for the seniors and I make best friends with him.
Somehow this dream transitions into police chasing us/shooting futuristic weapons at us in the ruins of some warehouse. I'm with the same group of people running from the cops. One of the cops has 26 illegal assassins somewhere, and he has brought his newest recruit (the 27th). I think they get us, and I woke up.

12.1.14

Last night bed 10:20pm - 7:40am

Back to bed 8am-10:40

I put an extra pillow under my 2 and propped it against the dresser. So I was on my back, with head raised a bit. I was daydreaming and felt the falling asleep sensation few times and surprised me that it came that soon.

I got into a transition, which consisted of a mild wierd head sensation, as if falling forward or backwards, but very mild. More just a head sensation. And at that exact moment my cat jumped on my bed. The other cat was already asleep by my left arm. So this one took up position on my right, plopping her body on me and purring up a storm.

I continued falling asleep, but when he changed position third time, I turned to my right side so he is behind me, rather than on me.

Very soon I got into another transition. Again, just a wierd feeling in the head. I tried to make it bigger by pushing my head backwards. Then decided to start getting up, even I knew that transition is not finished yet.

It was very hard to get up. I couldn't. I could barely sit up, but I was almost like held down by gravity or something. I tried to levitate up desperately, while also trying to sit up. I finally levitated out over some guy asleep in red shirt. I stood up and started walking away in what looked like a large warehouse. I saw my steel ring on the ground but walked by, didn't want to waste time. But ofc I couldn't leave it there, I turned back and picked it up. I looked at the inscription as I always do before putting it on. There were some pictographs on it, instead of word.

That's when my cat behind me moved again and I got out of it.

Had one more transition within minutes, but nothing came of it.

December 01, 2014

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I was a new resident/member of a co-op that doubled as a comedy theater troup... I was going to be in a skit with two others for the next show, so I was trailing them to get used to the place. It turns out basically the whole troup is involved in some kind of scandalous murder, even though they didn't know it. There was a group of them that was orchestrating it all, using the other members as pawns in their schemes. The two I was with were the only ones who knew about it and tried to stop the baddies. We went to the leader of the troup, who we believed to be unaware of what was going on. We told him about it all, and he was really worried and told us to keep on our toes and watch out for ourselves.

Our assignment for chores that day was to clean downstairs, so the two of them and I went downstairs to clean. We ended up near the boiler room, and we heard the voices of the baddies, and scattered. I ended up in the boiler room, alone. It was pitch dark, and hot. Suddenly there was a faint red light from across the room. There were stairs there, and someone was coming down. It was the leader. He came up to a spot in the pipes and there was the REAL leader, hanging in the pipes. He had overgrown facial hair and looked really ragged. The Fake Leader said something like, "There you are, you little fool. You want your food, eh? Here you are. You little fool." He talked to the real leader like an animal in a cage. The real leader was like a savage now. His eyes were like an animal's and he was tearing at the food. The Fake Leader was patting him on the head and grinning.

Then I heard screams from upstairs, and left in a panic, but unseen and unheard by the Fake Leader, who stayed with the real leader. When I got upstairs, everything was fine. Turns out, it was because of the skit at dinner. Apparently that's what they did there; there was a skit during dinner every day. The crowd was screaming/laughing at it, but I had only heard the screaming from downstairs. I met my two friends who were alright and already at the table. They had been worried about me but were glad to see I was alright. I told them I had to talk to them later, and went to get some food.

All the food was in a bus for some reason. The buffet was set up along the back wall of the bus. I was trying to get specific kinds of lettuce from the bowl of salad, but they kept falling to the floor when I did. I gave up on it and decided to just get some pizza squares and a piece of the cake. Just as I was putting the last bit of food on my plate, the bus started moving. Apparently we were going on a field trip in the mountains. I was trying to make sure my food didn't spill, and apparently I was sitting in the "adult seat," which was undesirable. It was higher up and the table in front of it was too low. Oh well. I set down my food and looked out the window to watch the scenery go by. The bus was on a high bridge over a valley with lots of buffalo in it. I took my spoon and pretended to scoop up the buffalo. Like, every time I scooped them, the buffalo there scattered. It was like I was controlling them from my seat in the bus.

Then, I was flying over the heard. In another valley, there was a heard of humans, too. I flew over them as well, along a river gorge. The landscape was green and grassy and at the same time somehow red-dirt desert-y. It's hard to explain.

I flew closer to the ground now, and saw a group of people at the top of the next hill. There were lots of children and some people I know, so I landed there and milled amongst the people... I saw a small elephant being tackled by some kids. It was actually a little disturbing, as it reminded me of that picture of the little elephant being attacked by some lionesses. I watched this elephant go by me, and then walked up to the ledge of the river gorge, where there were a line of children sitting down. I looked over the ledge; it was very high up. I saw my mom's high school friend, H, nearby. I called her over, and asked her when the bus would be back, and where it would pick us up. She shrugged. She told me that the bus driver would call her when they got there and tell her where to meet them. She handed me her phone and asked if I wanted to keep it so I would know when and where to go. I shook my head and gave it back to her, wondering if I should just make my way back down to the road and wait there. But I didn't know if the bus would come right up to the cliff to pick us up, so I stayed there for the time being.

I walked through some scattered trees to a little plaza with a fountain. I sat on a stone bench that circled the fountain. There was an annoying mascot thing with a huge hunk of cheese trying to get me to take a selfie with it. I turned around to face the rest of the mountain above us (we were about half-way up the mountain here). It was beautiful; the mountain side was all bare except for these tall, skinny, wooden animal figures. They were made with different colors of wood and stood along the mountainside, all looking as if they were walking in the same direction (to my right). There was a vast landscape of them, and something about them was tribal, though I can't pinpoint what it was. I took out my phone to take a picture of it so I would be able to see it forever, but every time I hit the button to take a picture, the view would switch to front-facing and take a selfie. The stupid mascot thing was in all of them, too. It was getting in my way, and I was convinced it was the one making my camera do that. I elbowed it in the stomach to make it go away, and turned back to the mountain above us. But it was different. There were large, almost junglish trees scattered instead of the animal figures.

I said, "WHAT GIVES. It's different!" And then I realized, and said, "WAIT. Haha! I'm dreaming!" I looked down at my hands and confirmed that I was dreaming. I grinned. There were so many children around, and I wanted to try the task from last month about telling a kid they were in a dream. It was too late for that one, but I still wanted to try it.

I walked up to a kid who was sitting on the crest of the grassy hill, and said, "Hi! My name is Ms. Kestrel. What's your name?"
"Nathan..."
"Hi Nathan! Where are you from?"
"I'm from BC. Where are you from?"
"Oh, I'm from around there! I'm from K."
"Oh, nice." Nathan smiled.
"Actually. Do you wanna know something?"
"What?"

I said, "You know how sometimes you are dreaming, and you realize you're dreaming, while you dream?"
Nathan brightened up and nodded. "Yeah, I've heard of that!"
"It's called lucid dreaming. This is my lucid dream right now. That means you're from my subC, actually."

I watched for his reaction. At first he was just blank, but then he says, "Maaannn. Oh that's just TERRIBLE."

He sounded dejected but also detached, like he didn't actually care. I patted his back and stood up. Now, I wanted to do at least one of the December tasks. The one that came to mind first was to throw a snowball at a DC.

I looked around. No snow here... But I was on a mountain, and snow was normal on a mountain. All I had to do was go higher up and I was sure I'd find snow. I jumped up to hover a foot above the ground. Once I was sure of my stability, I flew close to the ground up the mountain until I hit the road above us. I turned to my right, where the road curved over a bridge surrounded by trees. The trees created a sort of tunnel around the road. I hovered through this tunnel and on the other side, I heard a different stream. It sounded cold somehow, and I was happy to see some snow on the railings at the side of the road. I scooped it up with my hand, but it was all powdery, not good for a snowball. It actually felt more like fake snow. I kept taking samples, getting closer to the river, which was mostly frozen over. I kept getting powdery, fake-ish snow. I turned to the trees, and saw a clump of snow gathered in the branches. Powdery snow wouldn't clump like that, so I was hopeful for this patch. I scooped it up, and packed it into a nice snowball. Perfect. Now I turned back up to the road, and turned back to the direction I had come from. I flew back through the tunnel of trees, and then left back to the plaza. There were stone stairs downward. The fountain thing was to my right, and there was a stone tunnel ahead of me, where I saw all the kids leaving.

I called out, "HEY KIDS!" And Nathan and a few others turned right as I threw the snowball. They were looking at it like I had thrown an angry, venomous snake at them, not a simple snowball. They shrieked and some of them cried. Until they realized it was a snowball, and it missed them. It landed on the ground between Nathan and another kid, and powdered them all with snow, rolling along the ground with un-dampened velocity as far as I could see, leaving a line of snow where it rolled and showering the kids with snow as it passed.

The kids all started laughing and cheering, and said "THAT WAS AMAZING!!" And started playing in the snow.

I was pretty satisfied with that, and decided to just fly upwards until I lost the dream (I could already feel it was ending soon). I didn't make it very far before I woke up.