I'm in my room checking my work schedule. As I'm looking at it to see what days I'm working and more importantly who I'll be working with to avoid. I noticed that the schedule kept changing so ever slightly. I began rechecking and realized I looked at it wrong the first time. Then it happened again and went back to what it was originally in the beginning. "Is my mind playing tricks on me" I said before seeing the letters change their shape and size in front of my own eyes. I backed up and quickly came to the conclusion that this was a dream. I smiled and thought about what I should do and decided to simply explore. I opened the front door of my apartment and made my way through the hallway. As I was walking I could still hear the same dog that would bark loudly outside from the other apartment unit as in real life. I analyze the realistic details although slightly more wooden as the hallway compared to waking life is more modern. I lived on the 3rd floor and didn't want to go down all the stairs, so I leap from the exposed ceiling roof tops and started hopping to each floor till I made it to the ground. Once I was there I could see people sitting down and eating as if I made it to an outside restaurant. I went over and saw people that I deemed friendly and pulled a chair next to them. I asked them how they were doing and wouldn't get any intelligent response. I tried more socializing till the dream scene changed to a different place. The lights were dark red and I was sitting on a big couch. Not long after that I woke up.
P.E. Tests It's the first day the semester. I'm walking through the halls after my third class, heading to P.E., thinking about my schedule. I can't remember eating lunch. I also can't remember having gone to the Discrete Mathematics class I'd planned on taking. If I'm not in that class, shouldn't I only have three classes today? I suppose I must have had a backup plan. It's the end of the week, and that means it's testing day in P.E. These days always make me nervous, because you have to compete physically against your classmates. I see two people playing one-on-one basketball, which makes me even more nervous. I've never been good at basketball. A bunch of other people are walking around with red yoga balls. I take one for myself, but a few moments later someone kicks a ball at my feet and I trip over it. Later, a siren sounds. I wonder if it's a fire, and I walk over to the boundary of the field, from whence the sound emanates. I overhear a bearded instructor talking about the animosity between Scotland and Ireland. Apparently there's been violence in Southeast Asia, and one of the two factions has completely wiped out the other. That's bad news for one of my classmates--he's native to Scotland (or was it Ireland?). I walk along the bottom of a low, grassy ridge in the yard. A bunch of bloated weeds grow along the top of the ridge. Some of them look like over-sized caterpillars, or leeches. Or sea cucumbers. I'm interested, because some of them are waving back and forth as though they're a GIF. I try to make some of the others do that, too, but it doesn't always work. I notice some of the coaches have dispersed from the meeting they were having. They must have finished planning for the tests. That means it's time to get started. But I'm not wearing my shoes; I left them with my other stuff over by the side of the field. Only, I can't remember where, exactly. I look around, but the terrain doesn't seem familiar. I also notice that only a few other students are visible. Well, that's a relief--the others must still be getting ready, so I can't be that far behind. Suddenly remembering my way, I start to trot off around the side of a copse of pine trees.
non-lucid commentary Went to bed tonight with a strong voice saying I'd be lucid 1AM Woke up. Had in my mind a list of things that I had to do. It was like I was trying to remember in my dream that I was supposed to do reality checks in my dream. It wasn't quite a dream though. It was more of a fixed idea that was posted onto my mind's eye 2:45 AM Went to my old house in SP. It also had the feel of a place I work at. Two people that I'm familiar with were there. I considered staying and watching t.v. in the living room. Eventually I went to bed. My family was there in the morning. I woke up late. There were feet of snow on the ground surprisingly. Later I was in N.B. It was like a party atmosphere. A mixture between New Brunswick, Seaside, and some market. The bars were advertising specials. A guy told me to give him my bike in a joking way. Everyone was friendly. I wanted to see my friend MC again. In the dream there was a schedule that I was supposed to follow. It was a sleep schedule. There was only a small time frame devoted to REM sleep which disappointing me. 5:55 AM I'm at the library watching t.v. when JL's band starts performing which surprises me because I was at the show that is being televised. The t.v. disappears and I am at the show. The band is really stoned. They are smoking bowls out of their mic stands. A girl from work is in bed with another girl. They are getting high. I see some dough in the refrigerator and I want to make some myself. 6:45 Am A guy from my work breaks his arm and comes in to my office. I tell him to sit down but down put the chair beneath his butt and he falls down. The bone is sticking out of his arm. I try to call 911 but I can't figure out how to work my phone and I keep ending up calling the wrong person. I keep calling 811 instead. Trying to call 911 in a dream but not getting through is definitely another dream sign and it appears later as well. Later I am walking down George Street. I am at a crosswalk when I witness a girl ride her bike thoughtlessly into the street and get hit by a van. I go to help her. The van doesn't leave immediately but still nobody comes out. The crash causes traffic but nobody else is coming out to help. Nobody on the street at starbucks is coming to help either. It is just me. The people in traffic are beeping. I wait with her and try to calm her. I want to move her from the road but she can't move. I assume that somebody is calling 911 but we wait for a while and nobody comes. Finally, some of her friends arrive to comfort her and to help with her recovery. I try to call 911. I get through but the male operator doesn't believe my story. By the way, the girl is beautiful. I demand to speak to another operator. It is a woman. She doesn't believe me either. I go to some other friend and tell her to call 911 because they don't believe me. As she's calling, we're holding each other. The operator believes this girl. Afterwards, I go to starbucks.
I was wandering around in my new school (looked totally different in the dream) and found my schedule in my pocket. I didn't get any of the electives I chose. Instead I got band. I went to the band room (which doubled as the library ironically) and found two of my friends. I told then it has been a few years since I played clarinet. I got up after this dream and fell back asleep in the morning. In the next dream I was Lyon on my back in my bed under the covers. It was the same position I fell asleep in. I did a nose pug RC and realized I was dreaming. I looked at my hands, but they were invisible. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I felt my real body as I was trying to get up. I should have just stayed calm and thought about how to get out, but instead I just whipped myself up and the dream ended.
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