09/22/10 One gigantic funeral/conspiracy dream I don't remember. Moving on. I think I'd been dreaming about dolls. There was, of course, something entirely creepy about them. Also, dog trainers, road trips, and friends of Zoe. I'm walking down a short flight of carpeted steps, into the entrance hallway of a house somewhere. My foot hits the bottom step, and Oh, I think. I'm dreaming. Reality check. I need to get back into the habit. Finger count: six. I'mlucidI'mlucidI'mlucid, I repeat to myself, concentrating. What did I want to do, again? Oh yeah. "Do nothing." I sit down on the light grey carpet and place my hands palms up over my knees. I take a deep breath, and close my eyes briefly. Everything turns a swirly grey. Alarmed, thinking I'm going to lose the dream, I open my eyes and begin touching all the surfaces in the room. Carpet, wooden bench, painted walls. I feel that the dream is secured, and walk out through a screen door. The screen door pulls around me, warping, and I push through it. I find myself at the entrance to a meeting place. A gym, or something. Apparently, it's for members of Nomad's shared dreaming class. I introduce myself as "Sam", and chat with some of the other students. One girl's avatar or userpic was very pink. We ended up making out on a couch. I'm losing lucidity, and I don't notice. One of the students is an old friend of mine, who died a couple years ago. Elaine sits beside me and whispers something in my ear. I'm hungry. We're sitting in a cafeteria, and I have to get back to class soon. I want some vegetarian food, but the Thai place is closed, and the sushi place doesn't have anything without fish in it. Someone brings a Saskatoon Berry Pie from the restaurant next door. Scare Factor: 2/10 Rating: 3/10
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