non-lucid

I was in a school, not necessarily mine, but a school nonetheless. I'm assuming it was mine because of the people, but rather than it being an L shape like my real school it was more of a square shape. I was in a drama club meeting, just sitting down on one of the benches in the drama room while we talked about things which escape my memory. We were probably talking about the work needed on the theater. Then, one of the girls sat next to me and started holding my hand. At the time, being non-lucid and all, I simply thought "oh, cool, I have a chance with this chick." The rest of the meeting was rather uneventful. I decided to go outside for a bit, maybe to the store or something, and on my way down the stairs I was distracted by some random misses, either having a midlife crisis or whining about some bullshit high school drama. I couldn't tell. Maybe both. Forgetting what I originally went to do, I went back to the drama room. Not much happened. Then off to class. Cool. It must've been the start of a new year or something, 'cause I didn't know anyone in the class. Except for the drama club peoples, all of which would've graduated by now if it was a new year. I decided to sit with them. While the teacher was doing attendance, we just chatted, as one normally would during a class. Then I noticed a crowd of people going out to a bus or something. I dunno. I knew one or two of them, so, being lazy, I climbed out the window of the room that previously was on the second floor and apparently now is on the first, and had a bit of a chat. After that I remember being in a very nondescript thing up to my waist. It was at this time I realized I was dreaming, but I probably got excited and forgot I was dreaming, or didn't know what to do and just let things run their course. No matter, as the dream didn't last very much longer.

[Not sure to call this a lucid or non lucid, so I'm gonna tag this DJ as both.]

So I'm there, chilling with my friends in an English class. It's the first day of actual classes during our senior year. We have a new teacher, so the bitch made us do those stupid "about you" type things. Thankfully, the fire alarm goes off, and we all get out of a waste of a class. Some skeets are throwing around firecrackers all over the parking lot by the time we get out, and eventually start throwing them to each other in some sort of hot potato game. They're spread out all over the parking lot by now, and I seriously hope one of them gets hurt. One of them comes very close to hitting our little circle, and I tell off the idiot who threw it. In my little fury of profanities and insults, I hear someone yell about something happening on the roof of the school. I can't really see from my position, so I assume it's smoke rising from the building, indicating a real fire, rather than the drill we all assumed it was. I walk further out away from the school to see what the ruckus is, and as I look up, I see a fighter plane fly by. Then something I can't quite make out falls from the sky and crashes into the little grass area next to the parking lot. How I didn't figure out this was a dream by now is beyond me. Anyways, I, being the dumbass that I am, run to the wreckage at the other end of the parking lot. It's the remains of a helicopter. Everybody's panicking now, and I see a gold coloured jeep pull up to the exit of the parking lot. I recognize the driver somewhat, and immediately hop in, wanting to get as far away from that fuckery as possible. The driver turns out to be the quiet artsy girl in a few of my classes, a friend of a friend. We never really talked much, but here we are, speeding away from that clusterfuck. Despite the panic and fear I'm sure the both of us are feeling right now, she asks a very calm and casual question. Can't quite remember, it was something about income taxes or something. I say I have no idea, and the dream ends as we begin driving towards a pizza place. Before the dream ended, though, I tasted something. I didn't actually physically tried to taste anything, I just felt a taste in my mouth. It tasted of art. Like, imagine licking a painting in an art gallery, or eating crayons, only it tasted beautiful. It tasted like good art. I don't care, I'm going to consider this a task of the month, I tasted something. I wasn't lucid, nor did I try to taste anything, but there was a taste in my mouth so that's close enough.

After waking up, (this part is IRL, it wasn't a false awakening) I try to move my arm to check the time on my phone. I had trouble moving my arm, so I try seeing what I can do with my arm. I could move my arm at the shoulder, and my hand at the wrist, but I couldn't bend my arm. Trying to bend it, I end up just moving my arm back and forth, its weight pulling it down so I could only really have it in a few positions, I couldn't stop it in between. I had to hold my arm with my other hand (which thankfully was fully functioning) so I could properly move it without its weight dropping it much further than I want. I tried to bend my arm with assistance from my other, but that didn't work, either. However, this entire ordeal only lasted a short time, maybe 15-20 seconds, and I was very soon able to move my arm however I wanted, with no problems with gravity.

This dream took place in school again. Except this time it actually was my school. A few changes on the layout of classrooms, but it was more or less an accurate depiction of the place. It started in math class, not really learning anything, as per usual, because my teacher is incompetent. Just sitting there, talking to one of my friends in that class, and my eyes begin to hurt, and my vision ever so slightly worsens. Then I went to chemistry. Talk to my two friends in that class, and look in a mirror for some reason. My eyes are bleeding. Not like, blood pouring from my eyes like tears or something, more so the veins were leaking. What the actual fuck. I need to do something about it, tell the teacher so I can get the fuck to a hospital or something, but she doesn't care. I'm freaking out by this point, I'm not sure what the hell is going on or if I'm okay, or if it's even that big a deal. Either way it's terrifying, and between classes I freak out to my friends. Then back to math class. Accepting the fact that I'm not going to be excused from classes to go find out what the hell is wrong with me and do something to fix it, I put my head down on my desk and sigh. Then, for whatever reason I didn't want to fall asleep on my desk like a normal person, I decided to fall asleep on the desk behind me, so I leaned back, got into an awkward position, and woke up in the same position. It was a rather scary ordeal, but I wouldn't necessarily classify it as a nightmare. Or maybe I would, who knows? Also, another dream with no appearance of either tulpæ.

Going to bed around midnight, we tried to use the MILD technique, as referred to by zoth00. Trying the visualization method of MILD, I went to the wonderland and hung out with Red and Ger while letting go of my body. I asked them to try and help me become lucid when I fell asleep and began dreaming, and then began with the mantras. The wonderland was rather vivid, reminiscent of my first attempt with switching with Red, which we're going to call a success in full body possession, but not switching. For some reason I couldn't get to sleep, probably because of the matras, as I've fallen asleep many a time in wonderland during our forcing sessions. I checked the time on my phone, it was around 5 AM. It didn't feel like I was lying there for five hours, so I must've fell asleep and not remembered the dream. I was tired, and didn't think of attempting a WILD at this point, so I went to sleep normally. We had two dreams, one where I was getting high with friends, driving home after sobering up, realizing I've forgotten some things, driving back to get them, and then returning home. Despite being 17, I haven't even been in to get my permit, so driving should have tipped me off as something abnormal. Hell, I wasn't even in the drivers seat. I was in the back seat on the drivers side, reaching around the front seat to hold the wheel, and somehow was able to reach the pedals through the drivers seat. Very odd. The second dream had something to do with a very simple job interview I was in with my brother. We both got the jobs and immediately set to work, doing very mundane and simple tasks that is a waste of money to pay someone to do. Oh well, I was getting paid, that's all that matters. However, that's also something that should've tipped me off, as I always was, and will continue to be for the time being, a burden to society. Unemployment sucks.

Not a lucid dream, but I may as well post my dreams here from now on, just for documentation's sake. Of course, our recall is not that good at this point, and it's been at the very least 10-14 hours since waking from this dream, so it will not be as detailed as I would like.

The earliest I can remember from the dream is missing the bus in the morning, but managing to get onto the short bus which came slightly after the regular bus. Apparently I wasn't the only one, as there was a good amount of able-bodied people on the bus, along with the usual short-bus crowd. That's probably an asshole thing to say. Not wanting to stand at the front of the bus awkwardly as I looked for a seat, I just casually walked towards the back of the bus, trying to find an empty seat so I didn't have to sit with someone I didn't know. Thankfully, I knew someone, sitting right at the back of the bus. Someone from the drama club at my school. Of course, the oddly-shaped seat did not provide enough room for me to comfortably sit next to her. Oh well. Upon sitting down, the girl from the drama club leans over and puts her head on my shoulder, in a rather flirtatious manner. I'm cool with this, I guess I kind of have developed somewhat of a crush on her. It only lasts a moment, though, and the dream version of her sits back up, and we talk about literally nothing for the remainder of the bus ride. Not quite sure what happened after getting off the bus, all I remember is being back outside my house, after having missed the bus again, only this time having to walk to school. I'm assuming this dream took place the morning after that first dream on the short bus. After some time, though, I manage to get on a metro bus to quicken my morning commute. When I get to school, the exterior seems to be an almost "under construction," more concrete version of the mall by my house, in the location of the mall on the other side of town. The inside looks more like my school, only again, with more of an unpainted, concrete, under construction look. The closest I've ever gotten to becoming lucid is right now. I wonder if the entire school had gotten re-painted or something since yesterday, consider the absurdity of it, and then shrug it off as "it's always been like this. I think." Either that or I realized I was dreaming and got so excited I forgot about it. Anyways, we meet up with the drama club girl from before, along with two more drama club members in the hallway. We're talking about exams, and I guess there was an English exam on that day, as I remember saying "Yeah, I haven't read any of the books, I'm fucked." Can't remember much after that, so I guess that's where I'll end this post.

Strangely enough, neither Red nor Gerry appeared at all last night, which is odd, considering most dreams I remember since getting into the big parts of tulpæ have had them in some way or another.