spellbee2

Alright, I'm back now. Last couple lucids have not really been worth writing down, but last night I had a good one with a TOTM thrown in, so I figured I should write/type it.

I start out with a kinda weird nonlucid. All I remember was one part where I was with a bunch of guys in a Jeep flying through space. And somehow that didn't seem weird at all to me…

I woke up for a bit, and did sort of a lazy WBTB. I'm in a car with my parents, driving home for spring break. I look at my phone and see that the date is March 13. Weird, I don't remember March 3-12. In fact, why are my parents driving me home for spring break anyway? I usually drive myself. I ask my mom if I'm dreaming, and she says no. I plug my nose to double check, and I can breathe through it, so I become lucid. I decide to ask again, “Am I dreaming?”
“Of course not, honey!”
Wrong answer. I manage to phase out of the car and fly behind it for a bit. It's a purple minivan, not even my parents’ car. I pick it up by the back bumper and lift it off the ground. I swing it around and finally launch it off into the distance.



I stop to take a look around. I'm in this strange little Western town just off the highway that looks more like a speed trap than a city. I remember the advanced task to call out for your dream guide, and I think it'll be easy, since I already know what I'm looking for. Still, since I'm a bit of a completionist, I say “I am ready for my dream guide.” Nothing happens, so this time I shout it into the sky.

Just then, these two short men with cowboy hats walk out of this nearby saloon. They both kinda look like Yosemite Sam, but I notice that they have 3 rows of teeth. I'm kind of freaked out by this, and I hope to myself that they aren't actually my dream guides somehow. They ignore me though, and continue walking to my right. I turn around and thankfully see Vi’s familiar face. She motions me to follow her, so I do.

We walk into this building that looks like an arcade of sorts and head into a back room, where there's a small group of people already gathered and seated in a circle. Apparently this is a conference with other lucid dreamers and their dream guides. After Vi and I sit down, we start some kind of group discussion. Two more people walk in shortly after, and one of the members jokes about them being late. Another guy in the group jokes back, “It can hardly be considered late when half of us don't even exist in time and space.”

We go around the circle and introduce ourselves. I don't really pay attention, since I'm kind of amazed at how vivid and clear everything is, like I'm actually in the room. I start getting lost in the vividness, and actually start to destabilize. I try to hold on, but then the two people next to be grab onto my arms to help me stay grounded in the dream. It works, as the dream restabilizes and returns to the same vividness it had earlier. The meeting continues as normal, as if there was nothing weird about one of its members almost blinking out of existence.

The meeting doesn't take very long, so we soon head out into the arcade. The place is packed with people, but luckily no one is using the games themselves. I head over to this shooting gallery, and a guy hands me this airsoft rifle. I take aim at a target that's incredibly far away - I can hardly even see what I'm aiming for. I try to stabilize the gun, but I can't. I take two wild shots and somehow hit the target both times. I'm about to take a third shot, but the dream destabilizes.

I'm at home, getting ready to go to a concert. I suddenly get a call that the lead singer of the band has gone missing, and I have to take his place.