I went back to bed after an hour or two of being awake cause my training got canceled. 40 minute nap right here from hell: This dream is like...the reason why you do a reality check every time you wake up. I "woke up." There was a chandelier in the middle of my room. It was swaying back and forth. Ugh. That's creepy. I got my camera so I could show Kestrel later, cause that thing was moving on its own. As I recorded the video, I looked into the display. Through the camera, I could see something pushing the chandelier back and forth. It looked like a dementor. I decided now was a good time to leave this room. I "woke up." Ugh thank god, I thought. I sat up in bed. There was a chandelier in the middle of my room....swaying violently. WTF? I did a reality check...dreaming. Honestly, this is not how I wanted to spend a lucid dream. I sighed, and left the room immediately. The halls were really dark and it was hard to see. A cat ran past me. I heard a laugh. I "woke up." Was this over yet? I did a reality check....dreaming. I needed to go find a dream character to hang out with. Maybe that would take my mind off of the creepiness of this entire dream. I waded through the dark hallway until I found the bathroom. There were some housemates in there. Good. I started talking to them about wonderful nothingness and my mind was happily distracted. That was, until it came and found us in the bathroom. A bleeding cat walked in the bathroom. I "woke up." I could feel myself waking up in reality, but it was so hard to get up I felt glued. I felt myself being pushed back into the dream, or maybe I just never even left it. I did a reality check...dreaming. This was such bullshit. It's really easy to say, ohh but Zukin, just distract yourself, do something fun! No...lucid nighmares don't work like that. You can forget, but you haven't really forgotten. And when its an invisible fear like this, it's hard to fight. Anyways, I went downstairs to the living room. It was full of light. My crush was there, and that made me supper happy. I felt safe. I hugged him. I put my hand against the glass window, and willed the glass to slowly crack. Cracks originating from my hand slowly formed until the glass became too weak and I pushed my hand through. It was really beautiful and I did it a few more times. I was having fun with this, until I heard that desperate meowing. The cat, still covered in blood, jumped through the cracked holes in the window. The cat looked at me, and it menacingly smiled. The cat fucking smiled a bloody toothy smile. I "woke up." I did a reality check....dreaming. I left the room immediately, I wasn't even going to look to see if that creepy chandelier was still there. I walked through the halls until I found a fire extinguisher. Foam, foam everywhere. Fuck you creepy ass chandelier-bloody-cat demon. Foam > you. I played in the foam.
I stand next to a produce farm of my construction, it is about 3ft. by 5ft. To one end it contains sugar cane and it has water channels in between small pumpkin crops most of the rest of the way down, on the edge slightly longer Mellon vines grow. I think to myself that I have a lot of good crops, however there is one I cannot identify next to the sugar cane, about 6ft. in hight and 4in. in diameter, and off white in color. As I look closer I realize that it is hollow, I look inside and see a turtle shell with a floating almost digital translucent gray name tag above it that reads T-Dog. (here the dream skips) I now stand in a church while the turtle is being mummified in another building, the walls are lined with tall and vibrant stain glass windows. I stand next to the priest, other than us the entire place is empty. Suddenly rocks come hurdling through multiple of the brightly eliminated windows, the priest gets red in the face, I can tell he is furious. (the dream skips agin) now I find that I am standing outside the church at night, my friend Jacob pops out of nowhere with a tiny crossbow and shoots me with it, however the minute dart simply bounces off my chest. (and the dream fades into an end.) I also recall a fragment of another, something about my old teacher Mr. Van giving me something.
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