Desperation Happiness

Before the lucid dream started I just remember fragments. Something about eating four-leaf clovers in my bathroom, but I didn't mean to, it was just habit. I was supposed to let someone else eat them. Eating the four-leaf clovers granted superman-like powers.

The next memory I have is being lucid in the hallway outside my room. I wanted to do something other than flying around looking for women so I decided to talk to my parents, I walked to their rooma and asked them what they thought of L. As in, what do you think of me dating her/marrying her. My father said "Well she's not who I'd go with, but she's nice." My mother said "I think you want to have her goals, like her double major and you call her everyday, well you don't call her but you ask her questions."

While they were talking I decided in my mind I'd like to try spinning and teleporting somewhere, I've never done that in a dream. So I started spinning and everything went black. I thought about going to see M, but settled on a wooden cottage. I stopped spinning and came to in an attic where a little boy was playing with a dollhouse cottage with figures in it. He started telling a story with it and his parents were there. I asked if it was haunted and made the shoe toy float (I think it was supposed to represent the mom).

Then I flew straight up through the ceiling (I decided on doing this earlier too). Now I'm among the stars in mostly darkness, I pass over water and the reflection of stars. Then a giant cell phone appears and I can scroll through a student story on the screen with my mind/perspective. It's the beginning with the author's names and I try to read it but it keeps switching perspective like it's in a mirror. I decide I can always check the phone when I wake up so I continue on. Then it starts going black and I start to wake up so I try to fly fast and teleport again but through my eyelids I see red, like light pouring through.

Then I experience one heck of a false awakening!

I awake super tired, it's hard to remember the dream but I lay still and piece it together. I'm still too tired to write it down and consider briefly using my cell phone to record it via voice. I hear movement in the hall. My father is dragging a chair from the closet to the bathroom and left the door opposite mine open. Inside is a two-headed mannequin with a shawl/shirt on. I ask why he has such a frightening mannequin. He opens the other closet and asks me to do something with the car somethings, because they look like whips.

Finally I wake up for real and it takes a moment to realize the first time was a false awakening.