Vilex

I was in the back of a wagon. For some reason I was thinking about 9/11, and all the people who got engulfed in a cloud of toxic dust, and felt a wave of sadness over it.

I saw a bunch of teens training to be in the army. Two young guys in the wagon saluted. I first I thought this odd, until I realized they were in the army too, just messing with their buddies. Two of the soldiers smiled and saluted back.

We were going up a dirt hill. I felt we were going too fast to be led by a horse, and that it was strange that it didn't slow down on hills. Another man came riding on a horse near the wagon. I recalled seeing him the previous day. He asked if he could ride with us, he said his ribs hurt from riding all day. I reached out and let him on (no clue what happened to the horse).

I saw a bunny rabbit with its head in a red party cup. There were multiple cups tied together and the bunny was all tangled up and running about. I wanted to help it, but shortly it figured it all out, and ate a cookie from a bag that was now tied to the cups. I chuckled thinking about how many calories one cookie is to a bunny.

I drank from a shallow bag of water. My dad said we were stopping for more. I looked up and saw we had pulled up to a wide lake.

This guy's singing, "You can't stop the beat!" What's that from? Uh Grease right??? Whatever.
Damn, I tell my friend, he's even better than you!

Now there's this woman, a woman from a video game. Here she is finding herself "IRL". She has no idea what the real world is like. She tries to flush herself down the toilet. How silly. She takes a shit. She eats the shit.

Everyone around me gasps in shock.

"Is that taboo?" asks the woman.

"The biggest taboo," answers another.

"Do they not have poo in your game?" I ask.

Now the woman is Velma from Scooby Doo.

And now I am lucid, because even for me this is too fucking stupid.

I wander about, semi-lucid. I'm disappointed I got lucid, sucked all the fun out of this dream. I believe here I meet a man. I mentally flag him as a bad entity. He gives me lucid dreaming advice but I ignore it.

Now I'm back in a room, chatting with a young woman. She is very excited, since "all of us dreamt the same thing." And she recounts how her dream started with someone singing, and I'm kind of excited too now because, yes, indeed, that's how my dream started. But then the dreams start to diverge.

I'm semi-lucid now. The dream is vague again. I'm in Italy, somewhere that looks like Venice. I decide to go along with it.

I get on a motorized gondola. Our captain says he is going to break the speed record set by Napoleon prior to his death; 200mph! We speed through the canals, but it's nowhere near 200. We go through a little tunnel underwater. Wheee!

I was standing by a pond, when I noticed a sickly looking duck under the surface. Its eyes were half closed, and it looked nearly dead. I contemplating saving it, but I felt it was beyond hope.

I recalled reading somewhere that the end stage of drowning can be almost calm. Was would be the point of saving the poor thing? It would only suffer another minute before dying anyway.

Suddenly the duck seemed to come to life again, and it kicked away a stone then swam to the surface. It had only gotten one of its feet stuck under a rock! I felt bad for standing by idly.

I looked back at the duck, and it was now a cute little mammalian creature, with fur and a tiny blowhole. It seemed happy. I was glad it had no resentment toward me. Some water had flooded over a nearby sidewalk, and I followed as it swam up. I remembered what this creature was now, this was a bear cub. All bear cubs are aquatic in their youth.

But... if this was a bear. Oh god. I turned around, and found myself staring straight at Momma Bear. She was not pleased. Yep this was it, time to die.