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I'm sitting in a classroom at the teacher's desk. I am the teacher. I watch happily as children file inside and take their seats. While they are sitting down and taking out papers and what not, I'm looking at a list that has all of the students' names on it. I quickly look over the list and then back up at the students to see who is missing. I realize that one student is missing and her name is Ashley Ketchum. I smile to myself and duck under my desk to get the boombox that I keep. It's big but super light weight. I put it on top of my desk and face it towards the classroom door. My right pointer finger hovers above the play button as I patiently wait for the late student to arrive. After a few moments, she runs into the classroom and apologizes for being late. I smile widely and press the play button on the boombox. Out of the boombox blasts the original Pokemon theme song.

I'm sitting in a classroom at a group of tables pushed together as if I were in kindergarten or elementary school again. The classroom is full but I am not focusing on the other students, or the teacher for that matter. I am focusing on the person sitting at my table directly across from me. Stiles is looking at me in slight confusion. I'm angry at him. I ask him why he's taking so long. I don't understand why he isn't choosing me, why he doesn't want me. I hold a couple of those plastic Easter eggs that you can put candy or prizes in and I throw them at his face, trying to get something out of him. They pop open when they hit him and I can see that they all have something written on them with a sharpie, but I can't read them. Stiles looks at them for a few seconds and then they drop to the floor. I get up and walk around the table to him. I take the seat next to his and I sit down, much more calm than I had been a minute ago. I look at him and he smiles and takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I feel happy. I suddenly become aware of everyone else in the classroom. Everyone is all of a sudden busily cleaning the classroom. Stiles and I jump up to help. The floor is covered with dollops of whipped cream and I step over all of it to make it to the door. I peek outside and a stern looking woman is hurriedly making her way towards our classroom. I look back inside and everyone is still busy. I turn back around and step outside, closing the door a bit to keep her from seeing. When she's in front of me, I smile brightly and say hello. I tell her that we are just cleaning up a bit and we'll be done shortly. She huffs as if annoyed and stomps off. I sigh in relief and go back inside the classroom. Stiles comes up next to me and the teacher does as well. She tells us to follow her. She leads us outside to the basket ball courts where a long row of booths are set up. Each booth has two or three people and they are all filling out some kind of ballot. She tells us to clean all of it up though I'm not really sure how to do it exactly. Still, we agree and she leaves us. Stiles and I stand there watching, trying to decide where to start first.

It's been a little while since I last recorded a dream (almost a month in fact). Luckily, I had a big burst of recall this morning, remembering one specific dream in vivid detail. Don't know what caused it to spike back up, but I was on a trip, so I did sleep somewhere other than home.

I went to school with my girlfriend (yeah, throwing in the big dream signs already). This school was a mish-mash of various real life and fictional places, though mostly real life. When my girlfriend and I arrived at the school, we both went to our separate classes. It was shaping up to be a very good day, because both John and Hank Green (of Vlogbrothers fame) came to our class and chose me to interview them in front of the students. I had to prepare my questions, while they went off to a separate room to wait. As I was preparing, a couple of students started messing with me and really began to piss me off. Eventually it got to the point where I shoved one of them out of my personal space and began yelling at the entire class, telling them they're all a bunch of jerks and they have no respect.
At this point, obviously, I was quite embarrassed! So I ran out of the classroom, not knowing where to go. I decided to try to find my girlfriend to tell her what all happened, but when I found her, I got even more upset since she was giving most of her attention to some guy named Cody. This just wasn't my day! I ran away from that too and started hiding in various parts of the school, occasionally running away if the principal was near. This is where it started to get even more odd. As I was wandering through the school, I stumbled into none other than Auron from Final Fantasy X (and wouldn't you know it, I bought the HD remaster a few days ago). Auron ended up giving me good advice and told me not to feel bad about it all.
"Just apologize. Go back in there and be cool about it."
I gave him my thanks, feeling a lot better. So, of course, I took his advice to the letter and ran back to the class, apologizing in front of everyone and going back to my seat to prepare for my interview with John and Hank Green.

What a graceful dream THAT was. Lots and lots of running and hiding. Moral of the story: Final Fantasy X cheers me up.

I realize I'm at my middle school, I'm with DC's I assume are my friends. The bell rings for us to go home, I know my mom is probably waiting to pick me up in the dirt lot across the street, but I want to hang out with my friends, we're exploring the campus. Then we walk near the exit and see this little blond boy, he looks like a 5th or 6th grader, he begins to chase us. I run over to this fence pocket with plants and wait, but then I see him come around the corner and I panic and hop the fence, I know he can't hop the fence so it bought me time. I'm at the bus pick up zone, there's 3 busses, and kids walking every where getting in the busses and I'm aware of the kids already in the busses staring at me from the windows. I realize I've noticed the area too long because here comes the boy. I run in between two of the busses and shove passed students. I get to the end of the busses and see my moms car in the dirt lot, I stand there wasting precious time thinking whether or not I should run to my moms car and go home, or still stay with my friends, but then the boy gets too close so I run across the street towards my moms car and the boy follows after me but gets stuck in the street with cars trying to drive and I hop into my moms car expecting her to be angry with me for being late, but she says nothing and just drives me away.

Date: September 3, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (failed)
Total Hours Sleep: 9 Hours

Dream 1:

I was with my older niece who was adamant about finding someone to do her hair. She is very picky about who does her hair so we were searching day and night for the right person. When we finally found the right person for the job, I had to wait for a very long time. As I was waiting, I noticed that we were in some type of shopping center. I saw what looked like a ‘dollar store,’ and a place where kids could have a birthday party (like a Chuck E. Cheese). I do remember the parents looked miserable at the Chuck E. Cheese, like they just wanted it to be over.

While I was waiting, I ran into a student of mine (I was a teacher in the dream) who didn’t understand the course assignments given to her. Instead of going over the course assignment, I told her to give me her email address and I would email her the directions. She stated her email wasn’t working and I spent all day explaining to her how to do the assignment. Her mother was with her and her mother was really agitated with me for some reason.

Dream 2:

I came home and I really wanted to be alone and I found several children waiting on me to take care of them. Many of the children’s parents wanted to know my work history and if I was able to handle so many kids at one time (not sure what my job was, maybe a baby sitter?). The parents were not very nice and they couldn’t leave my home until I was able to rattle off my work history and experience with kids. One parent was talking to me (or at me) and wouldn’t let me get one word in. She went on and on about why I was not capable of handling children and wasn’t sure I was the right person for the job.

Frag 1:

I was on DV reading everyone’s post about becoming lucid (how could I have missed this dream sign?! )

Frag 2:

I was eating some mixed nuts and I really like the brazil nuts and noticed that when I opened the container, mostly all of the nuts were brazil nuts (instead of the usual peanuts, cashews, pecans, hazelnuts, etc.). The brazil nuts were really big and long, which never happens to me when I buy a can of mixed nuts. Usually, I am digging around the can trying to find them so I can eat them first. I really should have become lucid because this was a fragment too good to be true .

Frag 3:

Something about a History Book...

8.29.2013

3 ... political groups or beliefs. Town. heroes.

Really bloody battle in a school. There is a group of students making a difference. There was one guy whose eyes were gouged. I saw a building ruined. Dystopian mood. The students were looking at the aftermath of the bloody battle. A hero was hiding below the building. They heard him sing?

Hospital. Engineering building?

I get bombarded by a lot of students at school. I appear in a small room and this woman telling me "Matthew already told you about this, this is your fault, you should've listened" I give Matthew, a young kid who is sitting on the floor a thumbs up, then turn back to the woman. "But I..." I look away for a second but when I turn back the woman vanished!" "Where did she go...wait a minute this is a dream!" I then attempt to ground myself by touching stuff like the walls but I wake up all of a sudden.

Photosynthesis. Forest. A vision. A fight. Escape. We are a small group. Students.
A boy. School. Students.

This dream kinda ties into the previous one from this dream journal because they occurred on the same night... Anyways...
I was in a dark room full of people who looked like they were students at some sort of martial arts training club or something.
I was the target, however. A lot of them kept approaching me and I had to punch each one just once for them to back off.
Suddenly, I'm in this place with a friend. And the fighters stop coming towards me, so I guess I won. And all the people who were students turn into little kids. And they all come towards my friend and I, with gifts. My friend was getting more gifts than me for some reason. I waited for a bit and a kid came up to me with a box that contained something obviously useless.
As I took it, I remember saying "Thank you, good sir." (lol)
I remember looking at the box... It had a lot of indented red circles on a dark blue background, and the box itself was made of tin, and was Spider-Man themed. o_O I remember reading some words on the box just before I woke up. It said "These Dots Connect-" And that's all I read before I woke up.

-School Photos in the Mushroom Kingdom-

I was in high school, a common place in my dreams. From the looks of things, it had rained only recently. The concrete was damp with puddles far diluded from heat. There was a large group of kids, all wearing black coats and slacks, even if they were female. Still, they were talking of school photos and stuff, and how bad they must have looked. Either way, I hadn't taken mine yet. Worried as I was, I asked a nearby teacher, a ginger haired tall caucasian wearing a red suit, if I could still take a picture and where I'd go to get it taken. She says I can, and she tells me a really weird pair of directions that I don't remember. Boom, I'm in the mountains all of a sudden, and I am worried. I'm thinking that I won't make it, and I realistically wouldn't. These girls drove up to me in a car shaped like a red mushroom from the Mario game series. Regardless, we drove up the grassy dirt roads of the mountains on the request to take me to the photography place. Soon, we came across a sort of village made of the same kind of mushrooms, only these
were buildings. I went into what I thought was the photography place, but to my demise, no one was there. Bam, I was back to school. Everyone was gone, except for my father, just standing there. He sighed, and I said "Dad, I can explain-" and he interrupted "Yeah. She gave you the wrong directions and you didn't get your picture taken." I was actually surprised on his calmness of the whole situation. That's how it ended, as well.

Dream # 1:

I am in a helicopter with several students, one of my professors, and Juan, a nature guide I had met while in Belize (IRL). I am not sure of what country we are in, but I know we are in Central America. We are flying over a river in a valley, and there are many large rock formations jutting out of the river like tall islands. We fly quickly, and I can feel the wind on my face as it flows in through an open window. We fly over the rock formations and I hold onto the seat in front of me. It is exhilerating, and the valley below is so beautiful.

We land and have the opportunity to look around. The leaves on the trees are a dark green, and the folliage is very thick. We walk on one of the rock islands, and the sun shines brightly in a cloudless sky. Now, we have to leave, and return to the helicopter. We fly over a water park that combines a natural river and waterfalls with water slides and pools. I watch as children go down the slides and people jump into the pools. I remember being here before, but at a time when no one was there. I am surprised at how many people are here now.

We land, and are going to go to our final destination on land. However, I need to use the restroom. So I walk into a restaurant at the edge of the park and go into the restroom. I have a strange feeling in my left breast, so I lift my shirt and look. A snake is slowing coming out, like a parasite. It doesn't hurt, but I am afraid that the snake ispoisonous. As it got longer, it starts to bite me, and now it does hurt.

I hurry out of the restroom, but I am intercepted by a coworker. She is waiting tables a the restaurant. I do not question why she is a waitress in Central America, but I am annoyed with her because she called off from work over the weekend and now I find her working another job. She starts talking to me, but I don't have time, and I run out the door.

Everyone is gone, but I know that they took the train. So I walk along the train tracks, and they lead into the forest. Eventually, they lead to a hotel, and I find the train outside of it. I enter the building, and everyone is inside at a table, waiting for dinner. I see Juan at the end of the table, and I tell him that I need to see him in private immediately. At this point, I wake up. I look at the clock, and it is only 8:00 AM, so I close my eyes and will myself to return to the dream.

I return, but I have gone back in time and have not asked Juan to come with me yet. This time, I ask both Juan and my professor to come to the restroom with me. As we walk to restroom, I have difficulty staying in the dream. I keep fading in and out of sleep. We get to the restroom, and I show them the snake. I then wake up again, and give up on trying to continue the dream.

Dream # 2:

I am driving somewhere in my car, a red Pontiac G5. I am supposed to be on streets that I know, but they look nothing like they do in real life. I want to get downtown. I pull up next to some parked cars, and they are all red convertables. The drivers are all playing some sort of video game, although there are no screens. They all have Atari controllers in their hands.

I climb into the backseat of one of the convertibles and pick up a controller. I am transported into the game. It is a driving game, and I am in a red convertible. I begin to drive. The road is long and winding, and to the left is a large lake or perhaps the ocean. The road is lined with trees, and I notice how all of the leaves have finally come out for summer. I drive faster and faster, and I am almost to the end and will win soon. Then, I come to a one-lane bridge and someone is coming from the other direction. I hit the brakes and the car goes sideways. I come to a stop in the middle of the bridge. I did not hit anything, but I lost the game because I stopped.

I leave the game and am returned to the car. The driver of the convertible has also left his game and is looking at me. I throw down my controller and say, "F--- this!" and he laughs. I get out of the car and back into mine. I start to drive away and I wake up.

I dreamed that Brian and I were at the grocery store and we ran in to one of my students and his Dad. Then as we kept walking we saw another student and his Dad. We ran in to 3 more students with their parents. I have 7 students, we saw 5 or 6 with their parents. We only exchanged Hi's, I think I tried talking to one parent but they didn't say anything back. I was basically introducing Brian to my students.

Mood: surprised to see all the kids there but happy that Brian could meet them.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream took place outside in the daytime, with a light blue sky, unlike most of my other dreams which were inside. The location was a slightly-rounded, clay-coloured cliff wall that I guessed was about thirty feet wide, and this cliff was attached to another wall, a bit taller and much longer in length, but consisting of the same saturated clay tone. The surface of the rounded cliff reminded me of flaky chalk or thin layers of stone (I could see some of the layers coming off and beginning to separate from the rest of the cliff). The other one looked like ordinary rock with a slightly chalk-like appearance to it. There was a rounded entrance, well carved-out, into the face of this long cliff, for students to come and go. The area was like a classroom, and I was the teacher; my job was to teach dream control to enrolled students.

I was hanging from the top of the rounded cliff, suspended against the side by a rope. The rope was held by a very heavy rock at the top of the cliff, and it was was made of that pale yellow straw-like material, and was probably no thicker than an index finger. I wasn't worried about it snapping, though, because my feet had found purchase on a piece of rock that stuck out a few inches from the rest of the cliff. It took some of my weight off the rope. Although I couldn't see them from my viewpoint, I knew my students were on top of this cliff, listening to what I was saying.

"The first thing about dream control," I said, "is that you have to be 100% certain. If you aren't, the dream won't act in your favour."

I then started pulling away at the shedding pieces of rock that the cliff was shedding, breaking them away and letting them fall to the ground below me. I noticed the textures and how much the cliff really looked like hardened chalk; it even had a slight amount of dust over it. I casually looked down briefly during this, however, and the pieces of cliff I'd taken off were nowhere in sight. After all, the cliff was so high up that it simply descended into white, blue-tinged clouds not twenty feet below where I was suspended. I was in absolutely no fear of falling or heights, though.

After a few moments of pulling a few layers of cliff off, from the outside of my peripheral vision I grabbed a stack of fifteen or so papers. I'm honestly not sure where these papers were from, because before when I was scanning the cliff, I didn't see any papers. Regardless, I looked briefly at them and saw that each one was white printer paper with neat, professional typing on it. In the upper-left region of each paper was a line and a messy scrawl of either a date or a mark (I can't remember which) in thicker-than-normal red pen, almost like marker. It didn't show through the other side of the paper though. I looked up to the top of the cliff, still unable to see my students, and held it up so they could take the papers from me.

I sat there for maybe a minute before starting to panic slightly. Had they left me here?

Then I saw a hand reach over and miss the papers, pull back, then get ahold of them. I let go and the student took them. I then looked to the right of where I was, at the longer cliff wall consisting of a more rock-like appearance, and pushed off the cliff I was on, floating over to the flat surface sticking out of the wall (where I could stand). I landed a few feet to the left of the rounded entranceway, and saw students who I could not identify starting to walk out. I was leaving, probably because I wasn't the teacher for this class. However, as I walked towards the exit and ended up in front of it, I saw one student coming out whom I recognized; she was from grade 11 at my school.

For some reason, I believed that she was leaving this class, even though she was entering the area and not leaving it. I said, "wait," and turned around to look out into the sky. In front of me was a new piece of rock; it was super flat on top but again in the same clay tone as the other cliffs! On the edge of it was a sheet of paper; it belonged to that girl. I must have dropped it.

The distance between the entrance and the piece of floating rock wasn't more than a foot, so I simply walked onto the rock, and walked back. It didn't sink down when I stepped on it. I handed the paper to the girl and she continued walking over to the rounded cliff, but I didn't look back.

Forth DJ entry. I'm going to try to see if I can post everyday from now on. Its good to get into a habit.

Anyway, I haven't posted in quite a while and because of that I also haven't really ade much progress in my LDing. I guess I just need to try harder.

Some Things that I would like to implement regularly:

- Regular Schedualed Dream Journal + DJ post on DV.
- 3 types of Reality checks
- Meditation
- Vitamin B + Apple Juice (We'll see if this works )

Anyway I've got recall and my insomnia up to par so I'm good with that. Anyway, if anyone has any advice let me know.

That's it for news today!

- Cheers!

August 30 - 31, 2011 - Duck Duck Goose in a Pagoda?

Vividness: 5 / 10
Lucid?: No
# of Dreams: 1 (With 2 Different Segments)

Guide:

[-] Lucid
[-] Non - Lucid
[-] DC talk
[-] Notes

Basically its a dream about my old class from grade 10. Its pretty bizarre considering the fact the dream was totally cluttered with random segments that made little sense what so ever.

Segment 1
Hundreds of students were sitting under a hollow Asian style large Pagoda type of structure. The flooring was light hardwood and we all sat in a square like formation around the structure. Students were sitting on the floor and teachers were standing around in various places. The teachers told us to clap along with whatever clapping pattern they were doing. I was confused. I sat there and at first it seemed like the students refused such a dumb demand but as the clapping got louder (obviously more people joined in eventually), I realised that this wasn't a group clap but instead a giant game of duck duck goose only by pointing instead of touching someone. I sat behind S.D. and she was chosen. She then pointed at H.M. and he seemed to point at me but someone else got up and I became slightly embarrassed.

Segment 2
The next thing I remember was a yellow memo being handed out to our class from my grade 10 teacher. We were in class having a discussion about aliens and some people said they believed they existed so just before we left we were given this memo. On the third paragraph it said "Oh and by the way, if anyone still believes in aliens visit this YouTube video." It was a short video with what I believe to be Jim Carey in it for some reason.

This is one of my
Five-Star Dreams

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

A nice, detailed lucid that has to be one of my longest ones ever! I didn't do anything too epic in this dream except for a cool slow-motion sequence and a whole lot of observations, just to get back into the swing of things (I didn't want to try teleporting in this one, and unfortunately, I totally forgot about having a shared dream with members of the IOSDP).

I was in a room that was about fifteen by ten feet; it had tan-colored brick walls and dark, faded hardwood flooring. I'm surprised I could find a picture that depicts close to what the room looked like! It looked like the one on the right; I have adjusted the colors and saturation to how it appeared in the dream. It was darkly lit by one yellow lightbulb in the center of the varnished concrete ceiling, hanging from a short but twisted cord. The glow of pale yellow light was steady and unabated but it was still pretty dark. In the middle of one of the shorter walls was a normal, closed wooden door that was painted white. Against the opposite wall, and again right in the middle, there was a double bed. It had a metal frame with one rounded metal piece for a headboard, and reminded me of a crib. On top was a soft, plush white bedspread that was thicker than a duvet. Room in a psych hospital, perhaps?

I was lying on this bed, on my stomach with my head turned over to the right. There was no pillow; I was just resting on top of the bedspread with my head in the covers. Then, I suddenly felt extremely relaxed and almost felt like I was going to fall right through the bed - sleep paralysis. However, in the dream, I regarded sleep paralysis as a terrifying, mental abnormality that shouldn't happen to anyone. I sensed an unknown figure made of black smoke walk over to my bedside and stick a small, very thin needle into my arm, right where I'd receive a shot at the doctor's.

I freaked out; my breathing became erratic and fast, which was very realistic for being in a dream. The episode ended shortly after, when the needle was removed from my arm. I burst out from the bed and ran to the door; I recall the hardwood floor being extremely smooth, without any spaces between the boards or indents. I opened the door to a whole other section of building. This wasn't an insane asylum or anything, but a house that was positioned right next to my school! I had emerged from the room with the bed, into a short, wider hallway which opened up into a central area. This was the second floor. There was a set of crappy-looking, broken stairs going up to a single-room third floor, and a set at the end of the room that went down to the first floor. They looked like they disappeared into the wall, though, because there wasn't enough room for the staircase to change directions. Below is the basic layout of the floor, along with a shaded section for the third floor above it.

The whole place was lit normally. The floor had nice, lighter hardwood and some accent rugs here and there, all rectangular in shape. Although the stairs leading up to the third floor (closed off by a metal door at the top of these stairs) were broken and cracking, and the set going to the first floor were concrete and didn't match the rest of the floor, the place had a warm atmosphere. I felt welcomed. However, I had to tell someone about what I just experienced while lying on the bed.

There were many people in the open room here; one person was at a round table made of polished wood, like you'd see in a small kitchen. There was also a group of six or seven people clustered around two windows on the far wall. They were large and slightly rectangular (horizontally) in shape, and if you were to look outside, you'd see the parking lot for my school, and the school off to the left. The house and school were connected. Outside, it was dark. Nighttime. The door on the wall adjacent to the two windows led to a relatively large bathroom.

Among the cluster of people, I saw a rather grizzled man with pale peach skin that had almost a grey tone to it.

"Hey," I said, slightly desperate and afraid.

He turned around to face me and walked over to where I was standing. I knew this man was very kind and didn't think for one time that he was weird or off-putting, although in a real life situation, I may have avoided him.

I started to talk. "I..."

Midway through my sentence, I suddenly became aware. "Whoa... holy crap. Am I dreaming?" I asked, stupefied and excited. I did a nose-plug reality check to confirm this, and my lucidity went up a bit more. For fun, I looked at the man, using dream control to make him answer the way I wanted him to.

"Am I really dreaming?" I asked, and he answered, throwing his arms up. "Yes!" he said excitedly.

"Awesome! ...Awesome!" I exclaimed and almost ran off without stabilizing or doing any thinking. I stopped myself and started to reason out what I'd do in this dream. "Maybe I should try and get to an airport." But then, I thought the better of it and decided to save that for a time when I was a bit more lucid, and maybe when I was in a brighter location. After all, it was nighttime outside, and in the past I've had difficulties teleporting to daytime areas when I was in a dark area.

"Stabilization. See how long the dream will last if I do lots of stabilization." I thought for a moment. "The bathroom," I then said, chuckling. "There'll be lots of stuff in there!"

I forgot all about the people, simply skipping past them and feeling how weird gravity felt. It didn't feel like I was being pulled down to the floor quite as much, but I wasn't floating at all; I simply felt a bit less heavy. The door to the bathroom was open, so I just pushed it open more and walked inside. The floor was pretty gross - it was made of colorful yellow tiles, each probably only two or three inches across, with dust in the grout between each of them. There were pale stains along the floor from water, or something. I really didn't want to know. Altogether, the room was a good 10x10 feet, with a long, single white bathtub on the right that had a long, white clear shower curtain to match. The curtain was half-open. The walls of the bathroom were beige and also had very faint stains, which I guessed were from water. In front of me, at the end of the room was a sink. The left wall, adjacent to the one that had the sink in front of it, had the toilet against it. The toilet was the cleanest thing in the bathroom, but I didn't notice an opening to the siphon or plumbing. It just looked like a big, toilet-shaped bowl (ignore the irony there).

I walked to the sink. Above it was a mirror, which was probably double the width of the sink with a fancy gold rim around it; this rim was a bit rusty and lightly scratched in some patches. I looked into it and saw myself - I looked as normal as I could have; I thought it was maybe just a trick of the dream and when I were to wake up, I'd realize I looked totally off, but upon closer observation, nothing changed. I looked like I did in real life, with the exception of my hair. It was slightly shorter than it should've been. I took my attention away from my face and looked past it to the rest of the room; I saw the door behind me, and the toilet on the... right? What?

I raised my eyebrow and turned around. The room had gotten smaller; now it was the side of a normal small bathroom. The toilet was now on the right of the sink instead of the left, and the room was half as long and wide as it was before. The door was mere feet away from me; I'm guessing about six or seven.

"Cool."

I then expected a shelf to be on the left wall. Turning to the left, I saw a thinner, rectangular white plank of wood coming out from the wall. On it were toiletries; I remember seeing Colgate toothpaste and a toothbrush, along with a men's electric razor. I picked up the toothpaste and it felt like a rock; the white and red tube didn't seem squeezable so I just put it in my right hand and rolled it around for a few moments. I ran my left hand against the wall and felt small bumps, like tiny pieces of grit and stones had been trapped behind the wallpaper. It tickled my hand so I took it off, and then I dropped the toothpaste. I then decided to get (slightly) creative and lick the wall. I did this and it didn't taste like anything. I then knelt down and licked the floor, figuring there was no harm in doing it, no matter how nasty it may have been. The floor didn't taste like anything either. I moved my tongue around and said "bleh". Getting up, laughing as I did, I then smelled the air. I picked up a trace of sandpaper, but that was it.

After sticking my nose out to smell the air, I rubbed my hands together and looked at them. I counted six fingers on my left hand, but it looked like it only had five, so I counted them again. It was a bit of a mind-bleep. My right hand was very weird; it had five fingers but my thumb was missing the middle segment; it just had the base part and the end where the fingernail was! Yuck! I was able to move it like normal after I stopped looking at it, though, as if it was back to the way it should've been. Finally, I stopped to hear any sounds I could pick up on. I heard very quiet, muffled windchimes, but although the sound was distant, it felt like it was coming from all around me. The sound was quiet enough not to bother me though, and it seemed to stop once I started heading back to the open door of the bathroom. I was now in the main room again, and the lighting had changed - all the lights were off, and the only source of light was from the moon outside, coming in through the windows. It was rather pretty, but...

"Wow..." I said, a bit frustrated. "There is no way I'm going to change this to daytime." I walked to one of the two windows; more specifically the one on the right, closest to the wooden table, and looked through the glass. It was surprisingly clear. I saw the parking lot, but it was two stories down. I also noticed there were no longer any people around in the room.

I shrugged and rested my hand on the glass, gradually pushing harder on it until the whole piece of glass just fell down onto the ground. I then stepped up onto the windowpane, first with my right foot and then my left, and pushed off, jumping into the air. I didn't float at all for once, and simply fell back down really quickly like what would happen in real life, then landed on the asphalt with a low-pitched thud that almost sounded like breaking glass. I then looked to the left; in the moonlit darkness I saw the large front entrance to my school, so I began walking towards it.

Halfway there, I stopped to look up at the sky and I saw the moon, which was in a relatively normal location. Looking up even further, almost so that I didn't see anything on the ground anymore, I saw some tiny stars that were almost faded away completely. There were a few turquoise-colored streaks of clouds, which were also hard to spot. Most of them were near where the moon was. I didn't see a lot of details on the face of the moon itself; it was really just a white circle with some very light gray blots on it. I put my finger in front of the moon and dragged it downwards, towards the earth. I expected the sun to come up in turn, and for the entire sky to get brighter. However, even though the moon moved with my finger, the sun didn't come up and only a patch of sky above the school got brighter. Then again, I'd never been very good at changing the sky.

"Brighten the sky," I shouted commandingly. Nothing happened.

"Whatever, be that way," I said in the tone a parent would say to an unruly child, and waved my hand off towards the sky. I walked to the school and when I got there, I opened the furthest left of four wide doors that each consisted of only a metal frame and a big pane of glass. The door wasn't locked, but it would've been in waking life. I walked into the atrium, which was the main area of the school that spanned upwards for three stories, and led to, essentially, all the different classrooms.

The main section of the school, right when you walk in, consists of a large, long atrium with a triangular glass roof, which allows for much light to enter the school, making it fairly airy and bright. Classrooms are on the left and right of this atrium, and near the entrance there's a large set of stairs on the right, just before the classrooms begin. The main tones in the building include light beige, light eggshell blue tiles, and accents of paler turquoise, such as on the window frames and stair handles.

The place was actually lit very well; I looked up through the glass roof and saw the dark night sky, but didn't care, so long as I could see inside the building, which was bright. I passively traveled down the atrium and saw many different people walking around, but I didn't recognize anyone in particular. However, since I knew that I couldn't get to an airport and create an amazing chase scenario from here, immediately I decided that I just wanted to raise hell in this dream, by any means necessary. At this point, I'm not even sure if I cared whether I woke up or not. This dream was already longer than the majority of my other lucids, and I knew this.

I crossed my arms and stood in the middle of the area for a couple moments. I wanted to fight and bring a whole mass of bad guys down on me.

My gaze then flicked to the side as I imagined (without actually hearing anything) a twig snapping outside the school entrance. I breathed out quickly, acting like I'd been surprised, and then widened my eyes as I heard a group of men entering the atrium behind me, through the glass doors I'd just gone through. I spun around and, without visualization at all, saw that they were wearing dark gray and black S.W.A.T. outfits.

"Man, I'm sick of these S.W.A.T. teams," I said, out of character for a moment and just complaining about the dream.

"Oh well," I then said in a lighter tone. Back in character again, I saw a man in the middle hold a gun up to eye level and shuffle a few steps towards me. The gun he was holding looked like it was made entirely of lightweight metal, almost exactly like the one on the left. He was aiming for me and before I could do anything dream control-wise, he shot at me. I jumped up and curved backwards, just in time as the slower-than-normal bullet whizzed right underneath me. My jumping movement was fast, but as I arced backwards it became slow motion, which was an amazing sensation. I wasn't paying attention to the man who shot me anymore, and was simply taking note of how when I tried to move my arms, it would be like moving through a viscous liquid. I didn't try to move my legs, which felt like they were numb and floating. The slow-motion sequence ended in about ten seconds and instead of continuing to curl backwards and end with a backflip, I kicked my legs from in front of me to underneath me, and I landed upright.

I looked at the men and raised my chin, daring them to shoot again, but the dream faded.