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I remember a bus that was supposed to be taking us to Florida but so many things delayed us that by the time we were about to leave I wake up. (I actually do have a trip to Florida in the spring.)

I am in a city I do not recognize. I live there and I am going to high school still, but I do not have a family and I live in a communal bording house for kids and young adults with no place else to go. I am at school and the teacher gives us a big assignment to do were we have to submit a thesis on something (but I cannot remember what now) but a lot of the young teens in my class are lazy and uninterested and do not bother to do the work. One of the stipulations of the assignment is that it must be hand written on lined paper, and not printed out from a computer.

It takes me only one night to get my assignment done but as the due date approatches I notice that my only friends in my school has barely done hers at all and I offer to help her with it. The little bit she has done is on the computer and I start ccopying what she has written on lined paper until I get to were her assignment ends and I give it back to her. I tell her I cannot finish writing it out until she finishes her assignment. My friend becomes angry and bullies me to finish the assignment for her and eventually I cave in and agree because she is my only friend and I do not want to lose her, because then I would be truly alone.

I am walking outside the next day. It is saturday and there is no school. I am feeling angry and resentful about always doing my work on time and the teacher's not caring since they don't care that the other students barely ever do their work. I pass a resturant that is in a large shopping plaza and on the inside are all my fellow classmates and my teachers and they are all eating great food. There is slices of roast beef covered in melted cheese; racks of juicy ribs; all kinds of potato side dishes, like mashed, boiled and spiced, and scalloped; and all sorts of vegetables and desserts.

I assume this is a school thing that I didn't know about but when I go into the resturant I am told that they are really sorry but there is no food left because they didn't know they would need an extra place for me. I went over to my teacher and asked why I wasn't told about this and why there was no food for me, and my teacher responded that they had asked my one friend to tell me and it wasn't their fault if she had neglected to do so. I do not create a scene even though on the inside I feel like exploding. I quietly and calmly walk back to the bording house, take my friends assignment that I was doing for her, and rip it up and throw the peices all over her room.

I look in the fridge and there is nothing I can make a meal with, just a carton of milk and some apples. I head back to he shopping center to my food for myself because I have a little bit of money. People I pass on the street say that some dinosaurs have escaped from the zoo and are headed our way, but even though I know dinosaurs are real in my dream world, I don't care because I am too miserable.

In the grocery store my goal is to buy ground beef for tacos, because tacos are my favourite food and I think it will cheer me up a little, but I am tempted to buy many other things that I can just barely afford, including cartons of cigarettes, which are laying in a basket near the check out line and are on sale. I am so tempted my some things that I start contemplating trying to steal things, but I know it is wrong and before my thoughts become actions I can hear people screaming outside. When I look out the window I can see a huge Tyrannasaurus Rex stomping around the parking lot and attacking cars and eating people. I leave the grocery store and head into the shopping mall without buying anything at all because people are panicking and running into the grocery store to get away from the dinosaur and it is complete chaos.

People in the mall are also panicking, which others are calmly walking around. I am not scared for some reason, though I feel very tired and slightly annoyed. Vendors in stores start putting up hand written sale signs on a lot of their goods, hoping people will buy items on sale in their panic. I think this is stupid and keep walking through the mall.

I find a little girl crying in the center of the plaza and she says she can't find her mother. I ask where she last saw her mother and the little girl responds that her mother went to get some lunch and told her daughter to stay put. I ask the little girl if she knows what food stall in the food court her mother went to and the little girl says she does know which one and what it looks like, but does not know how to get there. I offer to take her and we push past panicking people who are flooding into the mall trying to escape the rampaging T-Rex but I do not tell the little girl what is going on outside. She is more interested in finding her mother anyway.

We pass many interesting stores, including a shoe store with high heel boots made in Africa, an all natural scented candle store, and an interactive information booth on nature and geography around the world. The little girl and I find the food court and she points out the fast food place her mother went to. It is an Italian food place but the sign says Siesta Teisto, or something like that, which sounds Spanish to me. The little girl thanks me and runs into the store and when I go inside to see if she has found her mother, absolutely no one is there, not even the cooks or cashiers.

I head back to towards the main plaza in the mall but can get there because there are so many people who have come from outside seeking shelter. I climb some stairs up to the second floor that leads to a fancy resturant or gym just as the T-Rex smashes through a ground floor window and starts rampaging through the mall. Lots of people are either crushed to death in the stampeed or are eaten, though I cannot remember much more from this dream.

As I'm watching the pep rally, my friend named Dayza comes up to me and asks me for a charger. I tell her that I do not have one on me so instead I go to help her find one... in the women's restroom. We enter a huge stall that was like a seating room which housed a gray bench and two gray seats on the left wall. Dayza sits down on one and a sickening squish is heard. She had sat in a lady urinal that was soaked with piss. As we are exiting the restroom, we run into boys and girls who are familliar to me entering together. When we start heading back to the viewing window there are two security guards staring at us. When we look through the windo we see a huge plastic bird with its limbs outstreched like it is flying and it is attached to the roof by a thin line of string. The final words of a song was sung. "I don't mean to break your heart." As these words were sung the string attached to the bird snaps and the bird falls to earth.

The dream opens with me looking through a window like hole in the wall on the second floor of the school. I'm watching a pep rally and the band is playing right now. The drum majors are conducting on atleast a hundred foot tall platform. The drum majors are one of the normal ones a man but the other is unrecognized, some random lady. On the ladder heading to the top of the platform, I spot Brittany. Once she gets to the top she asks the lady if she can conduct. The lady allows her to and she clims off of the platform. Now Brittany is conducting and you can see her smiling wide. After a few moments Brittany starts to close the distance between her and the edge of the platform. Finally with a shock... she falls off. The dream fasts forwards and Brittany is back at the pep rally and she looks horrible! Her whole body is mangled and disgusting.

Still sick, so no WBTB. No LD.

We'll go from vague to vivid on this one.

There was one part that had something to do with Jenn, and a phone or something.

I remember one part I was in the old house, and we had this puppy, and it was defective or something, so I threw it in the trash. I remember seeing the trash wriggle around as the puppy was jumping around inside. Don't worry it was DE that it was not a real puppy, so no pets were harmed in the dream. Then I went to the living room to watch TV with Sean. We had a crap ton of channels, and we put on something about music, or boxing. Something like that.

There was also this part where Brian, Mom, and I were in this multicolored hotel. Each wall had a different color, and the color was bright and very solid, like Microsoft Paint colors. The place was very blocky as well, so every time the walls would curve or something, they instead formed a corner, and a whole new flat surface. And each flat surface was a different color. Magenta, lime green, and yellow are the first ones that come to mind. Anyway, These bad guy(s) with gun(s) were coming to the hotel. Brian tried to stop them, but was unsuccessful. I called 911, and I told them I was at this hotel, and they said they were on their way. But when I hung up, I realised that I never actually told them the address of the hotel. There was also this one part with cartoon characters or something.

Then, I had a pretty interesting dream where I had a bunch of pets, and they were all Pokemon. This part of the dream took place in my house (I was living on my own) and it was late at night, raining outside, and very dark. I was in the kitchen, and the only light that allowed me to see was from the moonlight outside, and it bathed the kitchen in a dim light, but the color wasn't pale. It was more like there was just a dim light on inside the house. The one half of the kitchen was vaguely reminiscent of the kitchen in my current house, but with some alteration in the position of the cabinets. the second half was completely made up. If I face away from the counters and cabinets, I could walk forward and go through a doorway on the left, which led to a hallway and stairs instead of a living room like usual. There were only walls on the right of me, and past the door was a white fridge, not unlike the fridge I used to have in my old house. Beyond the fridge was a window, and it was darker than you could imagine outside, yet this was the window that let the light in, strangely enough. The only Pokemon I remember seeing were Rattata and Zapdos. I looked over by where the fridge was and noticed that Zapdos was laying motionless on the floor. Next to him was the Rattata. Anyway I wasn't sad that my favorite Pokemon died because I thought, "Hell, I'll just make another one." I know there was a part where I had this cook book-like instructional guide on how to build another Zapdos, and his legs were a main ingredient, but I don't remember much else. Anyway the next part of this dream had nothing to do with the first part, but you could tell it took place in the same setting, with the same vibe in the air, and the same dark night. Mom found out she had cancer, and she came into my room to tell me. My room had a BUNCH of posters everywhere, but they were all the same, but they were giving off a more "decoration" vibe than useless posters. Sean and Brian were in my room as well. I asked Mom how we would be able to afford treatment. Then she told me we would have to move very far away because of all of this. Then there was this weird part where there was this weird visual filter that made it so you could see sound via waves. So if you heard a C note, you saw this metal wire wave across your vision in the correct frequency.

The last dream I had started out with Darth Vader and I, along with some mutual friend, and we were in this restaurant. The place was very spacious, and had a lot of TVs all over the walls, the same way Applebee's has knick-knacks all over their walls. The spaces where you could see the walls were light blue, and there were also giant windows in which you could see outside. The table we were sitting at was square and very small. Darth Vader and I were play-fighting with fake light sabers, and I swear I chopped off his arm like ten times. We got into an argument about this he told me he has this invisible shield that covers most of his front upper torso, and his hands were in that area, so they didn't get chopped off. I said he should have mentioned this in the first place. Then I was outside in a bunch of snow with class at school. We had to slide things down this hill into this little mound of snow for some reason. Then I was in school, and it was the second day, so everyone was still getting used to their schedules. The school was set up differently, but oddly, it was the same setup as in a previous dream. The main hallway was unnecessarily wide, as was the lunch room. In my dream, I was a pretty popular guy, like in middle school. Anyway, I was still used to the schedule I had the year before, so instead of going to class, I went to lunch. In my dream, Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn were all best friends or something. I was sitting in lunch for a while, and I realised this wasn't where I was supposed to be, and I looked up at Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, and I said something like, "Oh no! I didn't miss much did I?" or, "This isn't the right class, is it?" I got up and went to my real class, which was this elective writing class. Kyle was in this class (why does he feel the need to make a cameo appearance in all of my dreams?) and so was Cassandra. Our assignment was to draw these UFO's and a lot of people were copying each other, even though we had a template to copy. Cassandra came up to me, and said something about the assignment, or made some sort of joke. Then, I was thinking about something (it wasn't important) and then Kate, Stephanie, and Jenn, who were also in the class looked at me. Jenn said, "Is everything alright?" It's interesting that this happened because in real life, back in 9th grade, I felt like my friends were ditching me (spoiler: they were) and I never found out why. I'm sure it was nothing personal. It was more like we just drifted apart. But anyway, I was spacing out one say in class thinking about this, and Jenn asked me if I was alright. I had a huge crush on Jenn at the time, and I didn't want to seem like a debbie downer, so I said, "No, I'm fine, why?" She said, "Because you look worried." I replied with, "No, I'm good." I always wondered what would have happened if I actually talked to her about it. But anyway, in the dream, I responded with one of those wobbly hand signs that mean, "Ehhh...kinda so-so." Then I said, "Not really," and they gave me this worried look. Since I was actually feeling fine, I reassured to them, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, I'm good." Only this time, I meant it.

Feels good, man.

Oh, also in the same dream, Iyannah and Martha were in the class, and both were really hot, but they were sisters, and both of their names were Ibouku, and they had different last names. Martha caught me staring at her, and she thought I had a crush on her.

I don't mean to bring my personal life onto here, I just felt the dream needed explaining.

Non-dream | Dream | Becoming aware

For the first time in a few months, I've tried lucid dreaming, using Puffin's DILD tutorial. And it worked! I had a lucid dream the very first time I tried this technique. Haven't had one for a long time.

Furthermore I recalled four dreams. Wow!

I'm looking through the window of an apartment; not mine. I see a crossroads, which is about one block down my real house. I see two buses: one is the bus from the line 21 and the other was 15. On the 21 bus, my friends are standing at the top of the roof and they're partying like mad. A few seconds later, I'm inside the 15 bus with some friends and we're going to the pharmacy one block above. We must somehow secure it. The dream then fades away.

I'm spawning in a little village through a teleporter. There's a house near me and one person outside. I'm with a friend. The landscape is quite MMORPG-alike, so there's a small road passing through a grass field. So we start walking down the road and there's an old sorcerer who starts talking to us, she's giving us a quest or something like that. We continue on and we get killed by two dragons (I could see name tags below them... just as in Guild Wars) and their troops. We respawn at the village and I'm with my brother. We see a plane doing aerobatics on the other side of the village. It then comes to our side, and all of a sudden night appears. The plane crashes down my feet... but in water! And I'm falling down as well in the water. It can "surf" on water. By the time day has appeared, we've retaken the road and we get to an alley. Transition to the second part of this dream!

So we walk down this alley. It's leading us to a luxurious 17th or 18th century hotel, high of a few storeys. There's the hotel courtyard just in front of it, about the size of my small high-school courtyard IRL. Suddendly, all my friends appear as well as a homeless and jobless dude. He's drinking some wine. Anyway, I'm now sitting with my friends on the benches. The sorcerer comes back and gives us a potion for the homeless guy. She says: "Give him this to drink! It'll make him get a job!" So one of my friends pours almost all the potion in the dude's wine glass, who's thoroughly enjoying it, and I tell him to stop. "Come on, I've only poured five drops..." he says. Another friend confirms this. And the dream ends here.

The interesting part now!

I'm a school with a blonde, small guy friend I'd never seen before. Now I'm recalling the dream, he looks like a mix of two friends who left the school a few years back. We laugh at some girls and walk our way to the exit of the school for lunch time. At the door of the school, he says he's gonna wait for someone, so I leave him and I get out. I turn left, and then there's a fly annoying me. So, weirdly, I'm starting to rap terribly against it... A few steps away from my house, I look down. I'm wearing a sports jacket and Adidas white shorts. I never dress up like that. I enter in my apartment and I see that the caretaker is now a Pakistanese-looking guy. I suddendly stop and ask myself: "Am I dreaming?" I pinch my nose and feel my breath flowing normally. I'm dreaming! So I look at my surroundings and try NOT to think about me in my bed. Unfortunately I'm so excited I wake up.

Could have been better but hey! Still happy I was lucid the first time I was trying for months, and I recalled a lot of dreams. I had already been lucid but there's always the same problem: excitement. I'll try to control myself next time.

Dream 1
I was in my old school's computer room and was listening to my college teacher say stuff about my current project. He said it was due on friday.

Dream 2
I was in a futuristic city, the rays of the Sun reflected off the buildings and made the city glow bronze. Three/Four girls (I can't remember) came to me and we started having sex (yeah all 3/4) like a foursome/fivesome. One girl really caught my eye, she had greenish/blue hair and a nice body. I spent most of my time on her.

Fragment
I was on the Island of Sodor, yeah Thomas The Tank Engine land and I saw loads of diesels in te work yards. I saw one truck tied to a train that was on a track next to the train. It was weird.

No WBTB because I needed my rest, and I tried MILD, but no LD.

First, I remember there was this crazy, deranged, disturbed, dangerous, wizard serial killer on the loose. Like he had the power of the devil or something. I don't remember his name, but it had the number 18 at the end. He was very tall, and kinda big, and he had very curly brown hair. At the end of this dream segment, he came into our house (I think it was DE that only I knew he was evil) and I shook his hand to meet him, and he seemed like a nice guy.

Next, I was in a boat with Radiohead (I don't know why they keep showing up in my dreams, I don't like them that much) and my mom and her friend, Debbie, were in a boat ahead of us. My mom was writing down on this paper things that we were going to order from this pizza place. We had a bunch of stuff on the list, and then my mom puts the list (it was a notebook) in the water, so it would float to us, and we could write what we want. But since the drift was pushing us backwards, the list moved forward, away from us, and we had to start over. There was also this part where Debbie and her daughter were in this weird abandoned warehouse.

Then, I was in school, but it was just this hall with a bunch of tables, like a lunch room, but it wasn't a lunch room. It was like a conversation hall or something. I wrote "convention" in my dream journal, so I guess it was that. Anyway, I was sitting next the Kate, and across from me was Rebecca. There was a TV near our table, and we were about to watch something. I got up and walked around. I found Lawrence (that annoying kid from that other dream) and I found out he was getting his life together, and he had a job. I was actually happy for him, and he pointed to his girlfriend, who looked like a dude, and I said, "Boy she's hot," just to humor him. Anyway, I went to sit down again, and everyone had these lists. On them was like a catalog of things we could watch I think. The list was set up like a chart, and it looked more like it listed classes and such rather than movies or something. Either way, I noticed that each column was a different category, like on any normal list, with things like names of classes, numbers, and other boring things. But then I noticed that one column mention Lulu (In regard to the Metallica/Lou Reed album) and that each category had obscenities rather than boring statistics, like "tits" and "rape". I thought this was funny because it stood out, and I laughed out loud. Kate said, "What's so funny?" I explained the whole thing to her, but she didn't get it. Eventually we were watching the TV, and it was this weird movie that would sound like the Matrix if I explained it here, but it wasn't anything like that. In the movie, one part had Madonna materialise without her clothes on, and then gradually, her clothes materialised onto her. I made a joke saying, "In real life, Madonna's clothes don't usually go back on that easily."

I might have had another false awakening. I remember writing down in my dream journal the events of the Radiohead/boat dream. Actually now that I think about it, I woke up, and I was thinking of what to put down, but I was doing it with my eyes closed, and I started to fall asleep thinking about it. So I wrote down a bunch of stuff, then I realised I was falling asleep, or I fell asleep, or something...then I woke up and had to write it all again. I don't know...I'm not counting this one as a false awakening.

The next dream was more vivid. The first part was that I was this hero or something, and I had to fight Wolverine, who was the villain. We were in this room with a section of floor, but then parts that dropped off to spikes down below. I kept knocking Wolverine into the spikes, and I almost killed him, or I killed his partner (I don't really know) by crushing their head. Then Wolverine retreated. I was left in the room with the Penguin from Batman, and he took a notice to the walls of the room, which were made of trees. The walls had large scratches in them, and the Penguin mentioned, "I remember when I got these scars," as if the scratches on the wall were scars on his person. Just then, the scratches started to bleed. The Penguin looked at me and said it was amazing that I didn't have any scars on my face (presumably from fighting so much). Then I exited the room from this high-up balcony. Suddenly I was in a Hogwarts-esque school, and I had to get to class, and I was late because I was fighting Wolverine. When I got to the class room, which actually looked a lot like something from Harry Potter, I noticed that Wolverine was my teacher, and we had to put on this act because no one was supposed to know that he was evil, and I was a hero. In this part of the dream, I was a very Harry Potter-like character, but I was Harry Potter. For example, I was pretty well known, and I didn't know anything about the world of magic because I was raised by muggles. I entered the classroom, and Wolverine mentioned the next page of the text book that we had to read. Since I was late, he chose for me to read it. I hurried to my seat as the class watched me, and made fun of me. I took out my text book, and tried to remember what page he said. I asked the kid next to me, and he refused to tell me, so I looked at his book. Apparently, this was enough to prove his point, as Wolverine didn't have me read the passage. There was something very off about the social norms of this place, as well. Then this girl across from me, told me to scoot this stool over to her. I did it, assuming it was hers. Well, it turned out to be this popular girl's stool, and she yelled at me for giving it to some "unpopular pig." I looked at her and said in frustration, "Well, I don't know! I was just introduced to magic! How am I supposed to know who's stool it is?!" As if it had something to do with magic. The unpopular girl kicked it back over to me, and I kicked it over to the popular girl, who was at a table in the row in front of me. She went to stop it with her foot, but when she did, it shattered into pieces. She looked at me, like she was going to blame it on me. I stood up and screamed at her, "YOU kicked it! YOU broke it!! YOU'RE AN IDIOT!!!" I was very tired of everyone making fun of me. Then for some reason, the whole incident was forgotten as one of the students was whispering to a friend about how there's a rumor going on that their teacher might be the one with "the metal hands" (referring to Wolverine's claws. Remember, it was kept secret). Wolverine overheard them and said to the class in a reassuring and parental tone, like an uncle to a nephew, "No, I am not the metal man." Then one of the kids mentioned syphilis. Don't ask me why, but it was DE that this was a good thing. It wasn't referring to any disease, but rather just a likable trait. Anyway, everyone knew that the metal man had syphilis, and one of the kids mentioned that their teacher, Wolverine also had syphilis. In an effort to mess with his students in a playful way, he mentioned, "But I DO have syphilis. I don't know, kids, maybe I AM the metal man after all." He was very charismatic with the students. Then, suddenly we were doing this experiment. Wolverine turned off the lights, and we had to observe these jars. In the jars, there were apples, and applesauce with cinnamon, but it was DE that it was sand, and a sand storm. We had to observe what was happening, and anything important that we saw. Like I mentioned earlier, the social norms were very strange. It was frowned upon to work outside of a group, although everyone in my group wasn't talking to each other. After observing, Wolverine turned the lights back on, and he asked the class what they saw. People were raising their hands, and mentioning things like the colors, and the shapes, but not the obvious. I went to raise my hand to mention that there as a storm inside the jar. But people got mad at me, and Wolverine called on the top kid in class. He mention other things but not the storm. Then Wolverine called on this kid in the front who had to pay the top kid in class to be able to say the correct answer, which was the storm.

The last part of the dream was only a fragment. It had something to do with a computer program that was essentially a bicycle kit, and the name of it was this pun for bikes, but I'm sure it wouldn't make sense in waking reality, even if I did remember what it was.

Dream fragments. Nothing too special.

I attempt to get online in school, but the internet is blocked. This makes it hard for me to finish a research project and everyone gets really mad.

The next dream I am doing some pretty awesome parkour in a floating city.

Told you it was boring...

I was outside of a school, it was dark an in front of me was a track an the people running on the track were from band. (Just the day before I had track tryouts at school so I know where this came from.) As we were running, our coach (who sounded like one of my previous coaches) came over a bullhorn and was shouting at us, that we did not get to eat if we did not show better work. The dream scene switched and we were now inside. Mostly everyone was sitting on the ground while I was standing up and we were all eating pizza. We were watching something on tv that I didn't see but could hear and I think that it was "I Survived." After this I barely remember me going into the main hallway and having a conversation with two ladies sitting in chairs with an umbrella over them.
(All of this dream I was seeing people that I know which is one of my dream signs and the fact that they are all from band, which is another one of my dream signs but yet my brain still does not recognize this fact and it makes me miss out on a lot of lucid dreams because just about every one of my dreams has a person I know (or I'm in a band area.), in a place or situation they would not normally be in. Hopefully this gets a lot better. )

No MILD, no WILD. I tried WBTB, and I was so tired that I don't really remember it.

And I honestly have no idea if I had a lucid dream or not.

First, I had a dream that St. Vincent (musician) brought us Chinese food after we ordered it. It was pretty cool. Then there was something to do with Metal Gear Solid.

Then, there was this part where Ephraim and I were walking around this carnival place, and I know a girl was involved, but I can't remember who. There was also this band that I think he was a part of. We sat down to eat with them at one part.

The last vague dream I had was that Brian and Mom were working on something, and they really made progress ,so they invited me outside to see. But, the thing is, there was nothing there. They brought to the backyard, but it was this really small concrete backyard with fences all around to other really small concrete backyards. It was like a backyard in Philly. There was snow everywhere. It was so deep in some spots that it came up to my thigh. Brian handed me some raw eggs. For some reason, we were throwing them at the ground. I remember stepping forward to the middle of the backyard, and worrying that my shoes were going to get snow in them. The wall of the building next to us was brick, and definitely not our house. Anyway, after we cracked some eggs on the snow, I got bored and was going to just throw mine as far as I can, when Brian advised against it. I said I was only going to throw it and see if it hit a house, and the dream ended there.

Next, I was in this very big city. The best description would be Isle Delfino from Super Mario Sunshine, but it was a lot more open, and realistic. This part of the dream was very brief and in third person. I was on top of this bridge looking at the far end of the city. I saw a DE villain.

All of a sudden, I found myself in my old house. I was in my mom's room, and I got up and went to my own room. I got this sheet music for...I forget what song. Anyway, I went back to my mom's room, and the villain was there on my mom's bed. He wasn't so much a villain as he was just some random guy that had DE bad intentions. He didn't do anything though. Anyway, I asked him what he was doing here, and he said he was going on vacation. I sighed and went back to my room. I got a change of clothes (one change of clothes) and brought it back to my mom's room. I threw the clothes on the bed and sat down as the room started to move. It was like how when ships leave the harbor, and in those movies where the characters make it just in time and they jump onto the ramp up to the boat. Well, the whole room started to move outward, as if it was leaving a harbor. I got a little worried, and got up and went to the hallway. I asked the guy when we would be back from vacation. He replied with, "A forest." I clarified, "No, WHEN are you coming back?" I walked back into the room, and knew I still had little time to make a decision. He replied with, "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking some time around...April?" I screamed, "APRIL!?" Was this guy nuts? I had stuff to do today! I grabbed my clothes, and ran back to the hallway just as the ramp to the room was too far away. I told him if he got bored, there is sheet music I printed out and left on the bed. He immediately took interest to it, and laid on his stomach to read it. He may have been able to read the tune without an instrument.

This next part is pretty confusing, and slightly frustrating. You see, I was in the old house watching TV I think. Ashley was sitting next to me on the couch, and I was on the end by the window. I may have been eating a meal as well. I stopped for a second. I looked at my hands. "One, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Okay now the other ha-wait a minute..." I stood up and looked at Ashley, "Am I dreaming?" She looked right at me and said, "Well, yes." I immediately remembered to rub my hands together to make the dream more vivid, which it did, and I constantly told myself I was dreaming as to not lose my lucidity.

Now this may seem all fine and dandy, but I'm not sure this was actually a lucid dream. At most, I'd say it was the least lucid one could ever be, or not lucid at all. I say this because I didn't remember it upon waking, and I wasn't "conscious" per se. It felt more like I was going through the motions, as if the dream was just telling me that, "Oh you usually look at your hands first, then you were supposed to rub them together, etc." Not to mention, the dream sequence ended as soon as I rubbed my hands together. It went straight into the next dream, and I didn't remember the other one, and I wasn't "lucid" in any sense. My biggest thing, though, is that I wasn't "thinking", but rather it felt more like the dream was doing the thinking for me, if that makes any sense.

I also may have had a false awakening. I think after this fake lucid dream, I went to my dream journal and wrote down the events of the bed/vacation dream. It was so vivid, and clear, that when I actually woke up, I looked at my dream journal and was confused how there wasn't anything about the dream.

Anyhow, the final dream took place in a set-up-differently school. I was in the principal's office, visiting, as I had already graduated. I was to meet with the principal, or was also the president of the United States of America. So the character kept morphing from George Washington to Dr. Morris, my principal from 5th grade, and back. Anyway, I felt honored, and went over to meet her/him. When I got to where they were, they showed me a computer screen. They said that this was the upcoming picture prompt test, and since I graduated already, I could see it. The picture came up, and It was the cast of The Magic School bus, and Arthur, climbing on these statues of animals. They were at the zoo. Then the principal looked at me and said, "Is this something you would be able to write a story on?" I said, "Yeah, I would be worried that the kids will just write about The Magic School bus, and not something original." She agreed and said she thought the same thing, and we needed to think of a way around that problem. I suggested that we get a bunch of random kids together, and we find statues like the ones in the picture, and we take their pictures individually, so that we could imitate the picture. She said, "I hope you aren't serious about that idea." I realised that it sounded a bit creepy, but I persisted, "Yes, I was serious. We could pull it off." Just then, I was in the presence of Green Day. The drummer wasn't there, though, and the bass player was playing a keyboard. The singer started up a song, and I remember thinking that this song has flute in it (DE song), and I wondered how they would pull it off. Just when the flute would come in, the bass player started playing the part on the keyboard. The flute's part was to play harmonies with the singer's tune, and it worked pretty well. Then, the band vanished, and I was left to mess around with the keyboard. I noticed that some keys light up, and I was supposed to hit them in order. I turned to this guy next to me, and I was like, "Is it like Simon? Or do I just hit whatever?" He didn't say anything, and I turned back to the keyboard. Hank Hill, from King Of The Hill, was on every key now, and I turned to the guy I asked about the keys, and said, "I love King Of The Hill. It's such an under-rated show. He turns to me, and in the most arrogant, condescending voice says, "Oh god! King Of The Hill is the worst sho I have ever seen. I can't believe you watch it." Then Lenny walked up (SUPER religious kid). It was DE that they were in the same club, and that they weren't allowed to like King Of The Hill or something. So I figured Lenny would feel the same way, so I walked away.

I was still in the school, but now I was trying to get...somewhere I don't even remember. Anyway, I was wearing this back pack with a yellow sign on the back that said: YES. This short kid behind me had one that had a red sign on the back that said: NO. It was like there were tow sides to a big argument in the school or something. We were running up these stairs, and he was following behind me. So this short, annoying kept trying to get close and trip me from behind. I was getting annoying, and started to skip steps, he followed suit, and now when he got close, I would grab onto the railing, and jerk myself backwards, so I would hit him as he tried to run up to me. Eventually, this kid behind me went for gold, and hopped up onto my back pack (he was small enough). I freaked out, and leaned back, so that he would fall off. I was successful, and I turned around to see this kid very violently and painfully smack his head on the railing with his full body weight, and then tumble down the stairs to a landing. I felt extremely bad, and went up to the kid and said, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you alright? I'm really, really sorry." He got up, like it was nothing, and prepared to fight me for knocking him off of me. I knew he was no threat so I said, "Go ahead, hit me. We'll be even." I took off my back pack, and positioned myself so that he would hit my right shoulder. He took a bunch of swings, and repeatedly and swiftly hit me on my shoulder. I faked, "Ooooowww, oh you got me. Shit that hurts. Alright see ya." I put my back pack on and left on the other side of the landing, which had a ramp down to a door, which led to a hallway. I walked along the hallway thinking that I probably ruined that kid's whole day. I got to the lunch room. It was set up so differently, that I can't really call it a lunch room. We didn't eat, but we chose where we got to sit, and it was more like an auditorium. As I walked up to the doors to the room, there was a lot of commotion going on. I saw some chick kiss this Ed kid I knew. Then I saw this other dude kiss Ed. It wasn't gay in the dream, it was actually more like a joke because he couldn't get a kiss from the girl because she was dating Ed, so he kissed Ed on the cheek so he could get a taste of the girl. I walked into the room, and saw a bunch of rows or wooden seats. It was reminiscent of a congressional hall, but everything was bright, and school-vibed.

Woke up after that.

I feel SP vibrations and I stay calm with them, I then feel a change in my body, as if my body has changed shape and something is flowing around in me, this is usually the sign that I have entered my dream body and am ready to get up, so I get up and find it really hard to do so at first but I overcome anyway. I try to go on the computer in my room but the mouse sensitivity is way too high to use so I give up. I downstairs and see my brother aunt and mom in the kitchen, I start punching my brother in the face really hard, and it doesn't effect him like it should. Its still funny tho, then I go and annoy my mom, I take a bottle of whiskey from my dads alcohol and start taking some and I don't like the taste. I go outside and fly to the top of a house, I go inside and find some people, I look for the guys wife but instead find some other really skinny girl who will only, "have fun" if we can film edit it or something, I agree and tell her I love her, and we go to the kitchen to do the dirty, she lies on the ground and I pick her up and try to "enter" but can't. The dream ends but I stay still and DEILD. I wake up and stabilize but I'm inside a dark house, which doesn't look like mine, I break through what appears to be my curtains, both the glass and the blinds, and go out, seeing the same house as last time which i try to enter, I see a girl who wants me to finger her, and I comply, and she tells me she'll be fine, it won't hurt, but she does look hurt. Some creepy old lady watching starts laughing and I decide to leave, and go to my school to do the TOTM, and I break through some of the house walls after travelling through a tunnel. My school looks normal, except there are a whole bunhc of cars around it, and theres a huge parking lot, its bigger, so much more commotion and traffic around it and I soon wake up.

This was my first dream I remember that involved a design which looked partially like a anime.
Anime-Style: 3rd-Person view. Only 3 girls were still in the classroom, 2 of them were friends and were for some reason scared of the 3rd. The 3rd would always follow someone around, she seemed to be rather sad about the fact she was mostly rejected (she was looking rather normally, actually quite cute even). So the 1st stayed in the room while the 2nd would go outside to send two blasts in that would separate them so they that they could try to run. The 3rd didn’t give up though and tried to follow them as hard as she could, with a slightly disturbing voice she said something like: “this belongs to you”. She wasn’t trying to harm anyone though. They were running downstairs to get out of the school. The tiny pink bag the 3rd was trying to give them suddenly appeared at the handrails of the stairs. The 1st said out loud that she wouldn’t lose this race. For a moment I switched into the position of the 1st and felt the heavy g-forces of the race, strong enough to run along the wall for the last few stairs. Outside the 2nd said that the 3rd isn’t that bad.

The dream switched directly over into another one with a liquid transition, the plot from before vanished, I was myself again and the anime style faded into something realistic. I was walking away from that school and there were 2 more guys there. One of the dudes talked about how he wasn’t allowed to do cooking as a job due to him being color-blind. The other said that his professor should have mentioned that. The first one said that on the contrary, they were always allowed to cook. I suddenly went another way across the dirt up to a big branch were a bunch of people were sitting on. I was fantasizing about how I could snap that branch to annoy the people, but the dream faded.

I was in school, in college. I was practicing a sport. I remember a train, and my classmates.

Walking... walking down to my old workplace in the call center. But the place is different. It was afternoon. The place looked like a forest. I had to jump over some obstacles. I asked the people there if this is the right place. They said yes, and pointed to the right direction.

I arrived... at school, in college. I was going to take an exam. I saw Ridane in one of my examination. He was complaining. We went home, on a taxi. The driver preferred to have the windows on the driver side and the front passenger side open, for some reason. But it's raining, so he got wet, as well as the inside of the taxi. I looked outside at the unfamiliar place, with lots of construction being done. There was no passenger in front of me, but there are two ladies to my left. I don't know who they are. They're just talking with each other. It was a bumpy ride.

We arrived at Victorias, and Ridane invited me to stop by. I said sure, I'll just go home at 10 p.m., at the latest. There was a party, like a birthday, or at least a celebration. There were pork dishes. I talked to a girl there. She asked about Ridane. I told her how he complained that the examiner was late, and how he complained when the exam was cancelled. She was sitting down, taking off her shoes (?) while I told her.

I was at home, with sis. We just studied something from a book (?). I went out to our front yard and told her I want to fly. I jumped and tried to fly, but I couldn't. I asked her why. She said something about waiting for mom. We had a pet out in the yard, something that dived into the watery area.

Flight. We arrived in Manila to get something. We're going back in the evening. I asked sis what time, and she said 2700H, or around 9 p.m. (yes, it's not freakin' military time). It was morning so she thinks we still have time, but I told her best to get our tickets already. I still have to go back (here or somewhere else) tomorrow, and then go back home tomorrow afternoon/evening. I just turned my back, and before I know it, she's back and has printed, and even organized the printed "tickets" into folders. I was surprised.

Then I asked her if she included a photocopy of her ID as well, since she used her card to buy the tickets. Otherwise, I won't be able to board the plane. She said no, she didn't bring her IDs. I crossed to the other side of the street at an ATM to withdraw money. I entered the wrong password. Tried again, got it right. I checked my balance and it showed only a little over 3,000. That didn't seem right.