This dream opened into a very nice room, that resembled a very nice suite in a hotel room. The decorations and the scenery outside the window made it seem as if I was in India, and I was with a very attractive girl who was my girlfriend. We were fooling around in the room and something bad happened, resulting in the death of the girl. Apparently I accidentally did something to cause her death, and I pled guilty. However, instead of facing the law, I was taken in by an old man who ran a monastery/convent/church place. He showed me around quickly and we bonded rather well as he showed me where I would live, what my duties would be, etc. I met another girl in the monastery and we flirted a bit, the old man chastising me and saying "Isn't this what got you into trouble in the first place?" We stayed friends but didn't really do much else. The old man and I eventually ended up in his office and he began coughing. I was concerned for his health, but he told me that it wasn't important and that this would probably be the last time I saw him. Suddenly, there was a time skip and I heard my own voice narrating what had happened in that time. I said that "I only saw him one more time before his death 17 years later." Suddenly, I was in what seemed to be a high school gym with a violin in my hands, apparently leading a rehearsal for some show featuring music from Homestuck played by our orchestra while actors on a stage danced while playing. I can't play violin in real life, but I know enough to know how the instrument works, so I was still consciously playing it even though I didn't really know what I was doing. At some point during this practice, I became at least partially lucid rather accidentally. I remember getting up and starting to walk away, but nothing particularly fun came to mind, so I just sat back down and picked up the violin, since it seemed cool anyway. I think it was only partial lucidity because surely if I had been fully lucid I would've come up with SOMETHING else to do, and I do remember a certain vagueness that still pervaded the dream. When I sat back down, I was worried at first that I wouldn't be able to play the violin, but then I remember it was a dream and I could basically just play random notes and it would sound however I wanted it to sound, so I did, and it was a pretty sweet arrangement. I eventually picked up a trumpet someone had left laying around and was about to try playing it when someone distracted me and asked for help cleaning the gym. I lost the brief lucidity at some point and helped to vacuum a small carpeted lounge area in one corner of the gym. When the janitors I was helping finished the room, I got a text from my friend David. I don't actually remember getting the text or what it said, but it was written in my notes. Now when I left, I found myself in an urban area and met my mom. She told me I was going to be sent to jail for 6 months anyway. I was rather solemn and accepting of it, and I remember getting ready and preparing myself for the days to come. I knew it was a pretty nice jail with many luxuries, but I would still be confined to one room nearly the entire time. I recall thinking that it wasn't really going to be that bad since the cell was basically the same size as my college dorm room and I was just going to be chilling in there for 6 months. I found a refrigerator outside which apparently had some food leftover from an event my mom held. It had a couple popsicles and some cheese-filled sausages that looked pretty good. I grabbed them and went into my house, which had appeared in front of me somehow, even though the fridge should've been nowhere near there. I found hot dog buns next to the microwave and put a few of the sausages in there, then prepared a plate. However, my mom asked me to help her find her new job at some Subway store. She would be driving and I would be the navigator. It wasn't supposed to take that long, and I was really only using a MapQuest app. I was having some technical issues, which also seems to happen in my dreams relatively often. We somehow drove across the Atlantic Ocean and all of Africa and Asia, ending up in southeast China in a few minutes. I then realized that I told MapQuest to take us to the wrong Subway, and the one my mom was supposed to work at was in Brazil. I struggled to plot a new course that wouldn't take more than 19 hours to drive there (which seemed to be about the minimum time I could find in the suggested routes). I was also worried about missing my court date or whatever, which would have resulted in more jail time. We discussed the possibility of just staying on the run in other countries, when eventually, the dream started to fade and I woke up.
I don't remember all the specific details of this lucid dream, only that while I was in this junkyard area near a chain link fence and a railroad, I realized I was dreaming. It didn't take me that long... "There is no way I'm going to spend my dream in a place I could just as easily drive to in real life,"I muttered. I decided to use the "fall back" method of going into a different dreamscape, and briefly wondered what would happen if I found myself in bed. "I hope I don't idiotically think I'm up." Thankfully, or perhaps not, I found myself near a hotel and/or tavern of sorts at night. I had the sinking suspicion I had to find a jewel of some sort. I had nothing better to do--actually, there was a lot of things I could have done, one of which would have won me a lifetime trip to the penitentiary--so I went to look for it. Luckily, the lights from the hotel kept coming on because the residents kept hearing me rustling around the hideous bushes surrounding another building. I fell back again and found myself on a farm. ...Where I knew I had to find a pig. "A pig? A pig?! Unless that pig is codeword for breakfast sausage, I am not interested!" I left that farm in a hurry. I went to a bunch of other places using the fall back method, until I came across a pain in the butt family who knew everything about me and the real world. "You should totally live with us,"said one member. "Uh, no." "Come on, come on!" "Bye." I tried doing the fall back method again, but I was so irritated (that family, while very friendly, was just too friendly) that I couldn't do it. When I finally managed to calm down, the morons pulled me so I couldn't fall back. "We don't want you to go! You're a fun person,"a girl said. A fun person? If I had a dollar for every time someone said that, I would be a very poor person. Anyway, I shook her off and...then I woke up.
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