spellbee2

Well, the competition's over, so I haven't been 100% focused on lucidity. But sleeping in on the weekend does have its benefits, so I had a short lucid. Not really much to report, but since I'm trying to post all my lucids for 2016 (#12 was incredibly short, and I forgot most of it), here it is, with a few neat non-lucids afterwards.

I’m walking into the library at my college when I get an alert on my phone. There’s apparently an active shooter on the other side of campus, and the president of the university was shot and killed. I look around and watch the rest of the students around me get the same alert on their phones. Most of them are incredibly shocked to hear the news, and one girl starts crying. This can’t be happening. I slowly realize that shootings have (unfortunately) been a dream sign lately, so I pinch my nose really hard and hope for the best. I’m relieved to find I can breathe through it - I’m dreaming. I run down the hallway and yell to everyone, “It’s okay, he’s not actually dead! This is just a dream!” I really don’t know why I’m doing this, but it makes me wake up.

Woke up about 10 minutes before my WBTB alarm, so I disabled it so it wouldn’t turn on later, and then immediately went back to sleep (I already had one lucid, so why put in the extra effort to have another? ). I’m now back at my high school in the gymnasium. They’ve remodelled a bit, with the most obvious difference being a giant scoreboard suspended over center-court. The main basketball coach sees me and asks me to keep the scorebook for the game (I used to do all the scorebooks for the basketball games - my brother was on the team, so I had to attend, but I didn’t have many friends at the games, so it gave me something to do at least). I don’t really want to, but I don’t really have anything else to do so I oblige. I walk over to the court-side table, where my old history teacher and varsity football coach is controlling the score clock.

Everything starts malfunctioning pretty quickly. First, the overhead scoreboard stops working, and someone mentions that it’s come unwired and could fall at any minute. This of course doesn’t delay the game (that would make too much sense), so they keep playing. As soon as the first tipoff happens, we realize that there’s still a ton of carts full of basketballs on the court, right under the basket. So they stop the game and move the carts, and continue where they left off. Next the scoreclock keeps messing up, not stopping when we want it to and changing time randomly. The ref is getting visibly mad, so we stop the game to try and fix it. Meanwhile, the scorebook keeper from the other team hands me her book to copy over the team lineup and other stats. While I’m doing this, my history teacher starts asking how my brother’s doing. It makes it really hard to concentrate, and I start making mistakes in my writing. It’s really difficult, almost as if all the numbers are moving all over the page and constantly changing…

After the game ends, I’m outside. I somehow am now in a first-person shooter game like Call of Duty. I’m on the run from the Secret Service, who show up in black suits and start shooting at me. I take cover behind a few cars and manage to escape the property and get across the street. They continue to shoot, but I pull out a few guns of my own and fire back. I quickly get surrounded, but I manage to shoot my way out and to safety. I use a lot of ammo, however, and I realize I might soon run out. Meanwhile, one of my “friends” (IRL, it was Ryan Higa of YouTube fame) runs from around the corner and tosses me another gun - this one fires a shotgun-like burst of lasers. Awesome. I start firing some more and manage to thin out more of their ranks.

This intense firefight continues for a bit longer, until I hear one of them start yelling to stop. Their entire side stops firing, and I do the same. There’s a long, almost comedic silence, as a school bus slowly drives across the street between me and the bad guys. Over the roar of the bus, I hear someone on the other side shouting “I knew it was a bad idea to pick a fight in a school zone!” I take advantage of this lull in the action and toss a grenade under the bus, so it rolls across the road to the bad guys on the other side. As soon as the bus drives off, it explodes, sending the rest of the bad guys flying in every direction. I’m about to walk away into the parking lot behind me, when I see a car hurtling towards me, swerving back and forth. It’s heading straight for me, so I do an epic slow motion jump over it.

My hand slaps onto the trunk somehow, and I’m instantly stuck to it, with an almost Spiderman-like grip. The car keeps driving, now quickly picking up speed. I lean over and manage to pick the lock to the trunk and climb inside, closing the trunk behind me. I hear over the intercom that Ryan’s been kidnapped, and he’s in the back seat of the car I’m in. He’s apparently incredibly scared, and his heart rate is through the roof, so the mysterious voice over the intercom tells me I need to calm him down. Words now appear in front of me, like it’s the screen of a video game. I’m supposed to sing them out loud to calm him down.

“Whatever happened to predictability…”
My God, is this the Full House theme song?
“Quieter! You’re gonna blow your cover!”
*sigh* ”The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV…”
I feel incredibly ridiculous, but an indicator on the “screen” is showing that his heart rate is going down, so I’m doing it right. Unfortunately, I wake up before I can get to the chorus…