A Peak Into Tyler's Mind.

I am entering my room. I see two loaves of bread on my bed. They look fresh and delicious. I go to grab one when I realize they are connected, at an angle to make a L shape. I think to myself, "who would bake two loaves of bread like this?" Furthermore I realize that at the end of one of the loaves is a head! Dr. LaBerge's head actually! [I don't know how I knew this in dream but I did. From what I remember, it didn't even look like him.] I freak out and throw the bread. [After all, what would you do if you found talking bread?] I try to calm myself by lying down on my bed. I just lay here.... In peace. Until, I hear a noise from under my bed. I go to reach my hand under my bed, but pull it back in fear of what may be making the sound. [I'm not actually scared of that, haha. But dreams are run by my self-conscience right? So maybe I really am?] I get up and look for the source of the noise. It is a parrot. How the hell did a parrot get into my room? That Stephen LaBreadHead brought him didn't he? I grab my blanket and begin trying to shoo the bird away. I don't want to touch it because it might bite me. I seem to be making no progress at all.... Eventually I realize I am shooing a bird in circles around my room, which has no doors open for me to shoo the bird out of. So, I open my sliding door to the outside and begin shooing the bird towards the door. Just as I get it to the door, the blanket slips and falls on the bird. It gets pissed and freaks out under the blanket. I panic not knowing what to do to contain the bird. Then, it gets out from under the blanket and charges me. I get royally scared and wake up.

I am upstairs in my house sleeping. [My bedroom is no longer upstairs]. I get up and look out my window and realize why I got up. Because some jerkwad is riding his jet-ski around my frigging sub-division, which is basically one street so he is just driving in straight lines back and forth. Out of anger I do that odd glare that people sometimes do. I just stand here and stare at him. Then my perspective changes. I have a birds-eye view. I see him driving around and can now barely see that my street is water and I can barely see below the surface, just enough to be able to see seaweed beds. I observe from this view as he continues to speed around my street, until he gets going too fast and rams the wall on the side of the street. Nothing happens to his jet-ski and I notice that there is a lining around the outside of the street to protect against events like this, except its not actually connected to the edge. It just floats loosely in the water. Then I notice that the tard is driving around the outside of the liner. [I don't think to question how he actually got over there]. As he is driving away from the wall he so gracefully slammed into, I notice it is taking far more effort this time. I begin to question why it would take more effort to get away from the wall. [And then boom! Lucid! Not really, I kinda wish though.] Then, as it is taking more and more effort to drive away, it begins to sink under water. So, being the intelligent being that this guy is, he accelerates and begins to sink faster. I continue to think about how dumb this guy must be. Then I realize, he is grabbing seaweed. Instead of the him pulling the seaweed up, it is pulling him down. I laugh to myself at how he does not realize this. Then he releases the throttle and floats away from the seaweed bed. He then continues to drive around. I somehow get on the side of the street, grabbing a bush or a tree or something. [I forget now]. While grabbing this plant, I think to myself, "I can't wait to journal this!" [Does that mean I was lucid? I don't actually know. Or is this like talking about LDing in a dream?] Little did I know, this plant thing has two birds in it, and they are pissed. They start to swarm on me, so I start to swat them away. Then I wake up.