Damn. Three nights of lucid dreams in a row. I think I'm starting to get the hang of this.
So to start this entry out I need to lay down some knowledge. Usually when I go lucid, it's after I wake up for a minute or two and go back to sleep. So basically an improper WBTB. This night, however, I decided to do a full blown WBTB. Went to sleep around 11:30 and set an alarm for 5:45. Unfortunately, I woke up at about 2:30 for some reason which caused me not to have any before 5:45. Anyways, I woke up when the alarm went off, stayed awake for 12 minutes and went back to sleep. I became lucid right away. (Also, I was repeating to myself "Become lucid right away" in my head as I was falling asleep.)
Lucid
As I open my dream eyes, I am greeted to the sight of my old elementary school's playground. There were only a couple kids near me. More interestingly, there were floating balls of light that disappeared after a few seconds. I decided to walk over to the big concrete rain shelter and ask a DC what time it was. I found a young adult male and asked him. He said it was 5:20 in Thursday. I asked him to repeat himself but he just kind of waved me away. I walked around the shelter and started hearing some interesting whispers from DCs. They were saying that Chloë Grace Moretz was hanging around the playground. (Which makes some kind of sense because the last thing I was doing before I went to sleep was watching Hugo. I found out where she was and decided to go say hi. I got over to her but then the goddamn Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles came out of NOWHERE and tripped me. I flew into a crowd of children, got all embarrassed and woke up.
Non-Lucid
I fall back asleep. I'm on a movie set. There is a large wooden door. I go through it. Through the door, Marlon Brando is sitting at a desk dressed as Vito Corleone. I walk through the set and find myself in the back alley of a city neighborhood. I go up to a house. I find that it has a hidden door. For some reason, I was scared to go in. So I turn around and go up into a modern looking house.
I'm greeted to the sight of the two guys from American Pickers looking for stuff to steal. (I know. I dream about movie and tv stars too much) I try to convince them that they aren't thieves and they don't have to do this but they ignored me. Eventually, they find an old wooden box. They open the box to find a broken baseball bat. Signed by Babe Ruth. They flip out but suddenly a car pulls in the driveway. They try to make a break for it but are caught by the people who were in the vehicle, a young straight couple. I get thrown out by the angry couple.
I am on a city street. It was day time while I was in the house but now it is night. I get approached by a scuzzy looking man. He tells me I need liver surgery and I am presented with what can only be described as a holographic, touchable GTA Map screen. He points out different clinics tell me which are the most expensive and cheapest. I ask him about one of the cheaper ones. He says I COULD go there. If I don't mind having my liver replaced with garbage. I head to the clinic but apparently changed my mind and turned around. Boom. I get hit by an ambulance. Ha Ha fucking HA.
I get revived and dropped off at a hospital. Suddenly, a mission marker pops up in my FOV and I start to dash along the sidewalk to it. I pass my theaters with neon lights and pissed off looking hookers. I turn to go down an alley but then wake up.
Shorter dreams but easier to get lucid. Hmmm. Gonna stick with WBTB for a while.