Starr's Dream Collection

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting at the dinner table with my family, when I suddenly and randomly become lucid. Thinking back, I'm sure I wasn't fully lucid, but whatever. I stand up from the table and ask to be excused, so I can go explore my dream world. Everyone at the table (including Ernie from George Lopez who is just randomly there) is very encouraging and say "Yes! Yes, go explore! Go on!" with smiles on their faces. I walk down the hallway and enter my room. I see a kitten with a piece of Scotch tape holding up on the wall. The kitten quickly breaks free from the flimsy little piece of tape and darts past me and out of my room. I remember the kitten being a bit big, and it was brown tabby and white. I try to pet the kitten, but it's too fast and dashes away.

I shrug it off and I'm now standing in the middle of my room. I decide that since closing my eyes and willing my surroundings to change doesn't usually work, I'll try something new. I try to create a vortex to jump through on my bed. It comes out as a blue and pink swirled circle. I crawl onto my bed and attempt to jump through it, but it doesn't work. It was like I was still standing on solid ground.

I randomly lose lucidity for a little while. I hear an announcer's voice shouting, "How will she choose to get through the vortex?" and I see different buttons with pictures of stick figures jumping through a vortex. I think it's all a games, and I press a random button. Everything goes black for little while, and I'm suddenly on the set of Whose Line Is It Anyway. (It's an old comedy sketch show. If you don't know what it is, google it. You'll laugh your butt off.) I realize the announcer's voice belonged to Drew Carey, the host of Whose Line. I see Ryan Stiles dressed as a wedding groom, blindfolded. Suddenly, Wayne Brady appears and he's dressed as a Wookie. Ryan had to try and guess what Wayne was. Oh, I don't know.

The dreamscape abruptly changes to my front porch. It's nighttime. I realize I'm dreaming again. My dad is sitting on the porch chair, looking at me and laughing. I faintly acknowledge my brother and sister playing in the yard. I try to read my hand to see what it says, because I write things on my hand in real life for this kind of thing. I can't, though, because my dad is desperately trying to distract from doing so, by poking me and waving his hands in front of my face. I finally break away from him, though, and realize my hand says "MISSING" with a box drawn around it, and some words underneath that I couldn't quite make out.

I wake up. That was a weird dream.