third lucid, last night: read, and comment!
1st Note: I am completely lucid after I say "I'm lucid"
I’m batman, and I am currently the narrator of an ancient story. The story goes of a blue man trapped in an iron casket floating on the sea. I try to save him but he sinks down. I narrate that the Cyclops who wasn’t a Cyclops, but just a tall man; we’re reading homer at school would one day become the fall of the Joker
Now I’m the Cyclops at 13 feet tall, but not blue. There is a campfire in the desert with other Cyclops and humans. A girl from my grade, Fiona, lures me under a ledge and then begins rubbing my feet. As a Cyclops I am picked on and excluded. As she did this I knew she was just getting me under the ledge for people to toss rocks on me. I knew it would happen. But I let it continue.
I got aroused for some reason, and I don’t know why. She was just rubbing my feet. When the people through rocks down I summer salted over her (she is still a human) to ‘save’ her. I didn’t get hit. But I ran away. And she was touched and thankful.
Now, still the narrator, I view the Joker and a mysterious young 30 year old man hire a hit on ‘batman’ a.k.a the real, fifteen year old body me.
I view Mrs. Batman go into the glass bat chamber in my parents room, and see an ancient Joker symbol. She screams.
Now I’m me, as batman in disguise, but still me. The joker comes in and starts to monologue. He is the definite antagonist. He lies down in the bed with me (like not lay with me, but lay NEXT to me… perverts.)
As we talk, he seems to be an okay guy, but then he gets up and continues his normal joker act. He had a hole in his right shoulder. And as a joke he pushed a button and fake blood shot EVERYWHERE. I pull a handgun and shoot another hole a few inches to the left of his fake one. “Ouch, that one’s real!” then he intends to kidnap me but leaves the room to go downstairs.
I (now my body) grab a tactical shotgun and go to the stairwell to see what they’re doing downstairs (he had an accomplice). I see their feet through the stairs and a doorway. I wait aiming for a while. The green light next to the magazine goes off and the mag pops out. The interior looks like a normal pump shotgun though. I get it to work and then try to take a shot and end up missing, hitting a iron basket full of his personal tennis-ball green skeet pigeons downstairs in the kitchen. Ironic
He runs away. I pump the shotgun and go out the front door, turn around and try to cut through the two acres of my and my neighbor’s woods to intercept the Joker’s car. This is a scene my mind has played many times before, but not specifically with a joker or skeet I run through the wrong neighbors yard. Then noticed they cleared a new section of their forest.
There, I see my shadow and say “I’m lucid” while I’m running. I look to see that my shadow is holding a shotgun as I’m running to catch up to the Joker. Remembering the Task of the Month, I decided to close my eyes and reopen them, just incase you can’t see the shadow before you are lucid.
I close and reopen my eyes and the shadow is still there but the sun feels a lot warmer. I blink again and the sun is burning hot. So I close my eyes and try to cool the temperature down. I blink twice, the same amount to get too hot, to get to normal.
I cut to a neighborhood not connected to my own, but I recognized it. My mother and sister were there. I was frustrated. She told me to just teleport there. I replied: “I don’t know how to do that yet!” she told me to go ask Christina. I decided against it.
The joker comes rushing by in his car, being driven by his accomplice. He plows into my sister who was playing in the road a few feet away. She flies by, the car continues and she starts screaming. The Joker got away. It was a horrific scene. And I hated that I didn’t get the Joker.
I held out my fingers in snapping position, then snapped as I yelled “Reset!” my vision cut to only a clock, a digital clock that counted down fifteen seconds super fast. Then I was back in the neighborhood. I aimed the shotgun down the road and the Joker came flying by. He missed my sister but my shotgun spray missed him. He got away again!
I walked over near the edge of the road, readying myself. I snapped my fingers and yelled “Reset!” I didn’t see the countdown. But I did see the joker come back up. I aimed dead on and hit the driver. The class didn’t shatter, but had many pellet holes all over the front glass.
The joker was unfortunately in the passenger seat, pulled out a pistol. I watched him pull back the hammer. I turned to run and he shot me in the back. I felt the stopping power and the bullet burn. Then, lying in the ditch, I snapped my fingers and yelled “Reset!” with a ton of meaning.
My mom and sister are by a mailbox with owls. I walk over to them. The owls land on my and get poop all over my green sweater. My sister leaves and my dad drives her off. He was mad at me for taking ‘his’ shotgun it was totally mine!! I take my shirt off. My mom asks me “What are you going to do now?”
I looked up, and said “I want to fly”
and the dream ended. well, waddya think?
