W00t, I broke outta my dry spell last night with this series of dreams:

I was visiting my dad for awhile, then he dropped me off near my house. Some person about my age I've never seen before came from my yellow neighbor house. He seemed ok build, with no shirt on and some blue jeans. (This isn't odd, as the house next to mine is a rental.) He sprinted over and rushed into the front door of my house (I usually leave my doors unlocked). Seeing as some wierd-ass person just ran into my house, I run up into my house. I look around and can't find the kid, so I go search for my gun, as people hiding in my own house isn't the most comfortable thing. I look everywhere in my house and can't find him...

I wake up.

The blankets are falling off of me, and it's a bit cold, so I remake it and go back to bed...

I'm back infront of my house, and the lights are on. I go inside slowly and see what is going on. A few people I know are sitting around my coffee table with a taller muscular built guy standing up. As I come into the house, he explodes like a nuke with a bluish-teal flame. I die then see close up slow motion views of the nuke apperently killing everyone else on earth. A bit freaked out, I ask myself, "Does this qualify as a nightmare?"

I wake up... again.

This time the blankets are completly off of me laying on the floor. I'm freezing. I make the bed again then go back to sleep...

For the third time, I'm standing in front of my house. Now it is totally obvious what is happening: I'm dreaming. A incredable feeling of love, joy, and love bubbles around me. I walk steadly over to my home, which the lights are on in again. I open the door and walk inside. This time, the tall guy is gone, but my friends are still sitting around the table. I shout in my loudist voice "More Lucidity!!!" boldly, but filled with love. The world is filled with infinite bold contrasting colors, some of which I've never seen. The grain on my coffee table seems painted with an infinitly fine brush of atoms. I run my hand across it, and the smoothness is breathtaking. In the midst of all my joy filled shouts, a "What the hell are you doing?" finds it's way into the room...

Everyone is staring, wondering the same thing...

I stare at them with a pleasent grin and open my heart. Their faces turn curious, and they watch as I soar across my kitchen, floating on a cloud of joy. I walk back into the living room, picking up a girls hand and lifting her up. We put our hands into each other's and start twirling. There is a magnificent blur of colors, where every atom of color is in its perfect place in the bubble surrounding us. We both start to close our eyes. The colors rush into our bodies, leaving the room void of anything.

I wake up and feel cheated and cold. This world is so dull, so constricting. The shower is not real...