Ww dj

I'm with a group of bad govt types. I get busted and shot in the chest trying to escape. Friend drives up and wants to take me to hospital. Have to go back and get my wallet. it has my ID and address. 'They will hurt my parents'. Should not have gotten involved. Sneaking back in. Dogs find me. Get by, find my wallet but ID not in it. Go out front but friend not there. In car with jamacan / island circus gang. Dreads and lots of hacky sacks. James and I are prisoners. They threaten us with razor blades. James pulls out his blade. 'You want to take it there?' No it's okay, well do what they say. Look at the guy and he doesnt like it. mood lightens in the car and we go to a party. A monk in japanese gold & black shinto robes is there with his apprentice. He mentions for me to sit next to him. 'Do you know whats going on?' I observe. I'm dreaming. People in the party congradulate me for becoming lucid. Very stable lucid, and notice how this whole dream had been continuous. Lots of interesting people in the house. Less intense, and felt that I could enjoy myself and socialize with the DC's. When I asked one if he exsisted, he said 'ya' matter of factly. In a room with a guy who I thought was James. told him that he was dreaming. He was actually alseep in bed and everything was a dream. He didnt believe me. showed him my hand and told him to count my fingers. They were warping and moving as usual. He counted quickly. '12345' I say, no look. (warping hand) Its changing. He sees and understands. 'We can do anything'. He starts flipping around the room, doing acrobats. Notice I havnt done magic yet. Do a back flip. Sit down and try to make a lightning bolt. Do it the way I normally try, by forcing muscle and mental strength. Trying to visualize. See visions of characters making lighting. 'look at this new trick I learned' referring to letting go. I start to black my mind and realize the illusion. manifest some sparks, but nothing comparable to a WL feeling. dream fade, rematerialize outside. See Dawson and show him where I got shot in the chest earlier. Long lucid (bad recall) Later telling Rach how DC's act the way she does when I say it's a dream. They have same facial expressions. DC's rarely make me lucid. They argue against it, making difficult in WL. No one is going to tell/ show me. Have to believe and remove own doubt. A difficult self created truth. 2 other dreams where I tell Rach about the dreams where Im telling her how WL feels like a dream. irony.